How much can you feel, even just looking at you!

To admire your smile, and you smile amazingly - just slightly raise the corners of the lips, but in this short movement hides all the incomprehensible women's secrets and inexplicably warmer heart

Or look into the depth of your gray eyes, endless, like the morning mist, and dissolve in this gray bottomlessness without a trace.

And the smell? Your smell - the delicate aroma of lust exuded by your body - the aroma of a boundless southern ocean, beckoning with the depth of its eternity.

Even thoughts of you make my heart beat faster!

I see a thin streak pulsing around your neck, like a beacon, sending signals. I touch her lips to her, and you tremble at this kiss, trying to tilt your head to protect yourself from being tickled. And you smile again. And I am even more excited by this and, detached from your neck, I move my lips to my shoulder, simultaneously tousling the golden silk of my hair with one hand. And from there, with kisses I run over the delicate arc of the clavicle and with careful steps of my dry lips I reach the chest. You take a deep breath, lifting her to meet me, and I, like a greedy little wolf, slightly bite my nipple with my teeth. And you start again: from surprise and, probably, even from pain. Your little angry “ah!” Makes me stand still, but the nipple stays in my mouth, and I feel how it hardens and shrinks, becoming a little rough. The tongue immediately responds to the reaction of the small living tubercle and quickly goes over the tip of it. And again, your “ah!” Is heard, but not at all angry: the voice vibrates from excitement, your sigh gets deeper, but it seems to be more muffled, as if you were tensed in anticipation of something most important. And I, trying not to deceive your expectations, use my tongue to draw incredible curls on your chest, the meaning of which is only one - my love for you. And you only can, in response, press my head even closer to yourself, as if fearing that these frantic caresses might suddenly end. Don't worry, I'm not going to finish the trip on your body at all.

Gentle thin fingers tugging at my hair on the back of my head, as if encouraging me, and I feel a warm and at the same time prickly wave of excitement running down my back. I’ve been cocked for a long time, but gritting my teeth before the pain in my cheekbones, I delay as much as I can, that first moment of penetration, when with a short push and a muffled exclamation we weave into a single whole.

I try to kiss you lower, but I manage only to lick the defenseless hole of the navel on your stomach - you are impatiently lifting my head, almost dragging my ears from the desired depression, and squeezing the same hot and tense trunk with hot trembling fingers. From this touch, the body freezes for a moment, just like a sprinter at the start, and then, when your hand accurately indicates the target, I begin to move, making it faster and deeper with each step.

Instead of kissing, we bite each other's lips, as if we want to capture as much passion as possible, and with tongues to push into ourselves even more pleasure. A thick cloud of wheezing and groans swirls around us, wrapping us with increasing desire and plunging into the depths of pleasure. I feel with my whole body how the rhythmic sighs turn into one continuous moan, and after this a mournful sob arches your body. And then the sharp fragments of your scream with ice needles dig into my back and chest, forcing me to squeeze you even more tightly in my arms and stand in you at the very depth that is possible.

Our bodies are covered with a viscous heavy wave, sweet as honey and bitter as wormwood.

We can not open our arms, we can not utter a sound, we can not move! ..

I slowly open my eyes and see before you your happy face in the aura of golden hair and the same inexplicably mysterious smile that fills my heart with love for you.

© MMXVII, Merzavets