Yes, kiss my neck.
No, don't go back to my lips.
Give me more of your warm, wet air against my goosebump covered neck.
Bury your face into me.
More!
let me show you
just how much.
Yes!
right at the base of my neck where it meets my chest
Don't be shy,
I don't care if the world can see this tomorrow.
Actually, bruise me,
make sure
they all can see
it feels so
much better with that
assertion.
I don't need to see anymore, just let me relish the bright blindness of eyes shut tight
I'll figure you out with my hands.
Yes! press your tongue against me in that seal you made with your lips.
And yes, the only time I want you to stop laying those kisses is for
an audible breath.
Better yet a small moan
when my hands slide under your rough denim and past your soft jagged ridges of lace,
a strong grip and squeeze of your ***.
That's it..
Now you're setting me off.
Yes, I want flesh on flesh.
No, I'm done with this hesitation
and your shirt.
I don't need mine either.
Actually, you can stop making my blood rush
through my neck.
Better only be for a moment though
while our hands grasp
for whatever part of our shirts to pull them off.
Yes, crawl further up me
let me feel your heating skin
against my blood boiled body.
No, don't just crawl-
straddle me
like this.
Actually, that sly lick against my earlobe made me groan.
Better yet
move your hips like- yes! just like that.
And Yes, we're still wearing too many clothes.
And yes, exactly, fix that problem.
No! I'm not done with those lips quite yet.
Exactly. That's the spot and don't you stop.
Actually-no-yes!-what was I saying?
Oh- that's right,
better yet,
turn around-but don't let go of me with your tongue and kiss-
my tongue also wants a taste. Y-yes..!
