Desire

The chair that he sits in while playing his beautiful music, I've sat there as well. Trying to absorb him. As I watch...listen to him.....I think of what it would be like to gently push him back in that chair. What would it feel like to drape my thighs over his and press my face into that soft beard.

Although I want to feel his tongue slip into my mouth, I stay away from that. Kissing is such an intimate act. His lips are full, and I know they'll be soft and warm, so I settle for his neck instead. I run my tongue up the length of it, stopping short at his earlobe, teasing the soft downy hair with the tip of my tongue.

I smile when I feel his hands tighten around my hips, pulling me down onto him. Feeling his erection, I respond with a slow upward thrust, grinding out a low moan from him before sliding back down. I want to feel his hands all over me, his mouth on my tits. And I want to watch when his wet tongue circles my nipples.

A thousand times I've crushed his face to my breast. A thousand times he's caused my breath to quicken and my body to ripple with the most intense pleasure. Even as I write this, I can feel his warm mouth locked around some part of me, sucking the orgasms out of me.

Wrapped around him like this, I try to maintain some form of control. It's hard because his body feels so good, and I know it will feel better when his skin is against my own. No doubt he senses this; my head is empty of everything, save him and the waves of pleasure washing over me. He's not doing anything that hasn't been done before, but it's the way he's doing it (and the fact that it is him doing it). His hands are steady and sure, yet searching. He is a giver, and in doing so knows that he will receive. And he is patient with this fire...

I am too close to his perfect mouth. He grips the fullness of my breasts with both hands and pushes them together, licking first one and then the other. He sees me watching and pauses for a moment, not smiling. His eyes are glazed and I can see myself reflected in the deep pools of beautiful blue. I know he sees desire there because I see it to. Then he smiles. And when he does I cannot help myself. I lean in, even while trying to pull away.....and kiss his lips. My head swirls when his lips part for me. The feel of his tongue on mine, the intimacy swallows me and I want to pull away. But instead, I plunge deeper and explore its depth. Pulling back, I see that we are both flustered by the unexpected tide of emotion.

His eyes are still on mine when his tongue slides back out, there's a question in them. He pushes my breasts up as far as they will go and I see now that it's not so much a question in his eyes, but rather an invitation to join him. Accepting his offer, I lower my mouth and slip my tongue out to join his. I want to cum from the erotic sensation of our tongues and saliva mingling together, sliding over my swollen nipples. I try to stifle the moan rising up inside of me because I know that it will give way to many more just like it.

My body is absolutely on fire for this man and I want him to devour every part of me. With the flick of a tongue he shatters my resolve, sending me to a place that I'm not sure I've been before, and one that I do not want to leave.

Sinema: Clip 1