WANTON

Drinking in the sight of her I know that she is mine Luscious curves Taut breasts Flaring hips Her brazen femininity assaulting my senses I must have her Nipples strain against silk Sliding, teasing, hardening The points like diamonds I raise my hand Stroke the smoothness of her hip Right at the curve Her creamy skin so supple, soft, inviting She leans back against me Silken auburn hair cascades Tickling my chest Causing warmth to flush my system My manhood awakens Straining against cotton cage Lowering my head, I bury my nose in her tresses My hands glide along smooth perfection Fingers meeting on her abdomen Playfully tickling at her belly button One hand glides upward Sliding neath silken negligee There, the fullness of her breast Heavy in my hand Thumb and finger lightly tease the bumps And whorls of aureoles A gasp escapes her lips I pull her back into me She fits perfectly My shaft presses into the small of her back Just above the swell of her buttocks Each teasing moan escaping her moist lips Causes an ache in my soul No other so perfect So beautiful I must have her My body strains Blood pumps to extremities Cupping one perfect globe Tip hardened to a point Circle the pad of a finger lightly So lightly Just on the very tip Her arm reaches up Hand cups the back of my neck Pulling me down “Yes,” she whispers “I want you” I must have her My other hand trails down Stroking, loving, tickling on it’s path There the slight resistance of her filmy panties Gliding under, fingers search the triangle Of her center My lips move to nuzzle her neckline Her graceful, back arches Exposing her throat to my ministrations Her pulse vibrates against my lips Gently I suckle in the cusp between shoulder and throat Shorter hairs graze my palm as I slide it lower Finger slips into warm dampness My lips glide downward Finger glides over tiny hardness at the top of her opening Circling, probing, teasing A gasp as I stroke her pleasure point Spread wide, my hand cups her in the heart of her womanhood Sliding sensually over her Soft fleshy lips part Finger slides inside Slowly Slipping into her folds Hot Wet Female I must have her Her perfect bottom Fully fleshed Pushes into my thighs My shaft throbs with pained longing Begging to be set free Her fingers slide between us Seeking Grazing Stroking I moan in pleasure I must have her Sliding her hand down she cups me Fingers clutch me through the cotton Thumb catches the waistband of my briefs Pulls downward The tip of me tastes the air Jerks in anticipation Liquid seeps from me As it does from her Slightly sticky, just coating her finger As it circles the head of me I groan in pleasure My knees lock to keep me from buckling Nail just so softly slips over the very tip I gasp at pleasurable pain My finger slides deeper into her fiery wetness The bud at the top being stroked with each In and out thrust of my digits I must have her She turns My fingers slide from within her Aching to return to her warmth I pull up the thin material covering her breasts She raises her upper body Her arms raise I pull the filmy negligee off Tossing aside the thin material I gaze in rapture Her beauty stunning Sucking a breast into my mouth My tongue and teeth teasing her sensitive mounds “Yes,” she moans, stroking the back of my head Holding me, forcing me to suckle her Raising her head, she looks into my eyes Lips, full, parted, wet Tongue slips out Performs a sensual circle around her lips I bend down Cupping her taut fleshy perfect bottom Lips meet Fire Lust My tongue probes at her lips Slips inside Dancing with hers I must have her Moving my hands to the perfect curves of her hips I lift Pulling her from her feet Legs, strong, lithe, womanly Encircle my waist Sliding downward from where suspended Her center rubs against my hardness I must have her Turning, I step to the bed Carefully, I lay her on the silken coverlet Panties damp with juices Eyes closed Breasts rising and falling with each breath Lowering to my knees on the plush carpet I grasp the silk and lace covering what I need What I must have What every aching inch of my body NEEDS My lips meet her flesh Tongue probing at the indent in her abdomen Fingers glide panties down As she lifts her thighs to allow me this My head lowers Tongue leaving burning traces on her skin She groans Fingers push at my hair “Please,” she begs “Go lower” My tongue glides in small circles Tasting the sweat of her need Fingers spread her center as my mouth reaches her I lick at the small hard spot Her thighs tense against me before opening wide Inviting me to do to her all that I want Full access to her Womanly juices fill my mouth I lap greedily Slipping the tip of my tongue as deep as it will go She arches up to meet me “Please, I want you” she moans My hands stroke her thighs She jerks as I run nails along the sensitive skin behind a knee Gliding back up I grip her perfect buttocks Pulling her upward I thrust my tongue deep into her Drinking her womanhood Her nectar flooding my mouth My manhood strains to be let loose I must have her “Yes,” she screams Raising my eyes, I look deep into hers Desire turns her skin a russet pink Her cheeks flushed Smoke in her eyes Lust burning her flesh I will have her Standing, I drop my briefs My shaft thrusts forward Like a divining rod Seeking moisture Her eyes lock onto my hardness Her tongue once again licks her lips As she reaches out to grasp me Pulling me toward her Fingers encircle the girth of me Gliding up and down My skin slides with her fingers Each stroke a burning pleasure She cups my testicles Kneading them gently Needing me Laying back she raises her legs Speading, she displays herself Open Wanton Needing Desiring Wet Female My manhood slips along the folds of her Gliding over her Tip meeting her small hard spot Length of me masturbating her She places a knuckle in her mouth Biting at the bone Pulling back, I place the tip at her secret entrance Allowing just the tip to slip inside “Please,” she begs “Please. I need you. I want you in me.” Her hips buck upward Wanton moistness covers the tip of me I have to have her NOW I thrust