You decide now is the time to give yourself to me. To submit, to a man who knows the buttons to push. Who genuinely has thought long and hard about what is going to happen next.
Each step. Each turn. I am meeting you there.
A tongue and my lips in perfect rhythm and technique to bring about the arched back I am dying to see. Dying, I tell you. Nothing will get in my way.
G spot taking my fingertips with the precision of a surgeon. Come here I tell you, with my index and middle finger, over and over until both your arms lock like they are bracing for impact. Twist Kitten, twist.
Pressing you down by the neck and fingering that G until I watch a squirt flood the mattress.
And fucking you as hard physics will allow me. Pounding you deeply until the epic one hits you and I see in your eyes and face a sense of relief. Yes, Kitten, it was the pinnacle orgasm.
And the best part is, I am just learning your body.
That’s right. Next time? It will be better. And the time after that? Better.
Each time I pick up on something new. I make a mental note. I remember it. I touch you a little differently. You cum harder. Sooner. More.
Each time, it just gets better and better.