A Dream

s near the headboard. I've seen them so many times during our chats that I can almost say who they are. I smile to myself knowing that, if you could, you would have just as many phot

ips touch, I feel like time stops. Then this sensation that you're pulling something from me, drawing me in closer and filling me. I forget to breath and forget to move. As you exhale, I inhale, breath for breath. Heartbeat for heartbeat. When you pull away, I know you're looking at me, but I can't seem to force my eyes open. I try pressing my left hand to your chest, intent on grabbing you and stroking you but you stop me by catching my wrist. You kiss me again, breathing the 'uh-uh' into my lips. I still. "Let me touch you. Just let me caress and love you. That's what I want. You don't owe me anything except sounds of pleasure and ecstasy." I want to protest, to argue, but you still me with your lips again. I'm frozen and vulnerable as you relieve me of something. Doubt and insecurity. That's what you're taking from me. Replacing them with feeling wanted, needed, craved. You press me onto my back but never take your lips away. Your right-hand caresses my right breast before sliding down the valley of my stomach towards my core. I know what's coming and I can't stop the writhing of my body in anticipation. Your lips leave my mouth to trail kisses down my neck and across my chest. Your fingers brush my curls, the ones I grew for you, before cupping my diamond with your big hand. I know you can feel my heat, my wetness. Insecurity bubbles up again but bursts instantly as your lips close around my breast. Your hand rubs and rubs my core but doesn't breach it. I'm moaning aloud and trying to quiet myself. I know what you would say, I can hear your thoughts in my head. "Let it build." I try to take a deep breath and relax but your teeth graze the sensitive flesh there and it comes out as whine causing my back to arch up towards your mouth. I bend my knees and spread my legs wide. I'm slightly embarrassed but I can't think on it to much because your hand tantalizes the tip of my diamond and I see stars. You're touching me in such an erotic place, your mouth travels from my own to my breasts and back again. There, just there.' You are touching me everywhere and still seems as though I can't get enough. "Please!" The word is out before I can stop it. You moan against my breast before coming back up to look in my face. "So beautiful. I love that look." You rest your forehead against mine and say, "Sing for me darling." Your middle and r