I want…

… to grab you as you exit the bathroom wrapped only in your towel. To pull you against me.

… to kiss your soft lips. To taste your sweetness. To lick them. To suck, nibble, tug your lips. To swirl my tongue against yours.

… to hold your waist as I lock lips with you. To pull you against me. To slip my hands under your towel and run them over your back. To caress your ass. To squeeze them.

… to pull your towel off. To cover your chest with butterfly kisses. To cup your pert breasts in my hands and flick your nipples with my thumbs.

… to suck your erect nipples. To look into your eyes as I circle them with my tongue. To feel your hands running through my hair. To feel you pull me against you as you gasp in ecstacy.

… to caress your thighs. To make you anticipate for my touch… for that touch.

… to feel your smooth, shaven pubes. To caress you. To hear you gasp as I run my finger along your slit. To feel your lips surrender to my finger. To feel your wetness.

… to rub your little pearl. To suck it, flick, tweak it. To slip a finger into you, then another. To explore your most intimate recesses.

… to slide down your body, laying a trail of kisses. To spread you wide open. To smell you… then taste you. To feast upon you.

… to have you pull me up. To hear you tell me you want me inside. To make you beg me to be inside.

… to feel your hand hold me and guide me there. To look into your eyes as I enter you. To hear you moan as I slide in.

I want you,

…

now,

…

every day,

…

every way.