I softly caress your feet with my lips, hands and fingers, moving up your legs to your knees. You feel my warm breath as my mouth lightly dances upon and around your kness while my fingers caress those tingling little places behind your knees. I feel your hands move down as you entwine the dark soft curls of my hair in your fingers, pulling me higher toward you.
I pause at your tummy . . . gently sucking your sweet trembling skin into my mouth . . . my teeth teasing you as I go . . . moving slowly up one thigh, lips tracing the outlines up to your sweet little flower. Oh, the scent of you---it swirls within my head . . . entranced with desire . . . wanting your pleasure that the ecstacy that awaits! But, the dance has only begun . . . and I move my mouth to the soft outlines of your hips and waist, sending chills and tingles . . . feeling your desire grow, smelling the growing want coming from within . . . my mind fills with nothing but your pleasure and small whispers of my want escape me in words, in Spanish at first as my passion burns within my veins--like lava waiting to explode from the fiery depths of my soul. You curl your fingers tightly within my hair as I utter words in mixtures of Italian and French, as every part of my being is further snared in your web of pleasures.
I brush my lips gently over your shoulders up to your neck, stopping to gently suck . . . feeling the throbs of your desire . . . my hands gripped upon your shoulders . . . my body pressing against you . . . a shudder escapes from within as you feel my hardness against your thigh and hip . . . you feel my anxious want of you building within me.
I press harder against you, holding you down as my lips knibble your ears and kiss your eyes . . . my face caressing yours . . . more whispers in languages that elude your mind but that your body fully understands.
You feel my mouth moving down to find your swollen breasts . . . taking them into my mouth and teasing your nipples with my lips and tongue. You feel my hands caress your knees and thighs . . . circling teases as they move up to the last untouched place upon you. My tongue swirls around one nipple, then another, as my fingers begin to trace the outlines of your swollen and axiously waiting lips . . . oh, such light and tingling touches! The honey of your flower begins to gather in that small little entrance to your pleasure . . . my mouth moves to savor the delights . . . lips gently kissing around you . . . your hips move in want . . . I purse my lips at your opening . . . catching the drops of your pleasure upon my tongue . . . a thick little stream of delight escapes you and with pursed lips I suckle the petals of your flower into my mouth . . . oh, the sweetness . . . it begins . . .
