I close my eyes and envision his strong hands caressing me ever so gently. Coming from behind catching me off guard, he gently, yet passionately presses his body to mine.
A burning sensation passes through my body causing me to yearn for more. His head lowered to mine, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I feel weak in the knees as he whispers ever so softly his desire to explore my body, every inch, with the entirety of his manhood.
At that moment I felt the strength of his manhood press hard and firm against my bottom. My abdomen tenses in anticipation of his next move.
He turns me to face him, our breath labored as I look into his warm brown eyes, I am both afraid and hopeful. His gaze is intense, yet kind and warm. Slowly he lowers his head, our gaze never severed, as his lips (oh his warm, tender lips, moist and thick) meet mine. I feel all of my strength subside as I fall willingly into this kiss. This kiss so filled with passion I feel the heat of my womanhood rise intensely.
My mind says to pull back, yet my heart and body will not allow.
I feel his hands caress my body pulling me closer, we were as one.
The warm moist kiss, the swift knowledgeable motions of his tongue place me deeper into yearning, then I have ever experienced in my life.
My hands begin to explore the strength of his body. Slowly I explore the warmth of his flesh beneath his shirt.
