Want

I want to taste you.

I want to lift you onto my kitchen table, hike your skirt up around your waist, and push your thighs apart with my hands. I want to hold them like that, fingers gripping you firmly, and press my face against the patch of damp lace between your legs.

I want to feel the soft, slick skin through your knickers; to rub my nose and mouth all over it, till you’re so wet that your juices squeeze out the sides and cover my chin.

I want to pull the ruined fabric away from your cunt and tilt you back so I can swipe at your arse with my tongue – gentle, teasing flicks, as your thighs tense and flex under my hands.

I want to kiss my way up to your clit. I’ll take your labia between my lips – first one, then the other – and suck them as I go, feeling them melt like butter on a sunny day.

I want to fan out my fingers across your belly and feel it clench when I skim your clit, as if a hard knot has just pulled tight inside you.

I want to keep you there for a bit – hooked on that sharp, sawing arousal – so I’ll move back down and tongue-fuck your cunt. You know how greedy I am for the gushing mess that follows; how I’ll smile against you and lift my head so you can see how happy it makes me. See the hunger in my eyes.

I want you to squeeze around my fingers while I lick your clit…but not now, not yet. Not even if you’re aching to be filled. There’s something pure and perfect about doing it this way. It’s visceral, precise, and thrillingly intimate – my tongue curving around your hood like a full-body hug, as your clit settles into its warm, soft groove.

I want to hear you unravel, and to know that I’m the one slowly pulling the thread. I want your fingers in my hair and on my shoulders; your hips thrusting against my face. I don’t need you to tell me that you’re close, that you’re about to come – your body will do that for you, and anyway, no words could compare in that moment to those gasping, shuddering groans that I love so much. The ones that sound like they’re being forced out of your lungs, as the muscles below form a giant piston, and your cunt throbs with each ragged breath.

I want your orgasm – I always want your orgasm. I want you to come all over me, and when that happens I’ll be so fucking hard that it’ll be all I can do not to jump to my feet and slam my cock deep inside you. Instead I’ll slide my hands under your arse and pull you tight to my face, so I can smear your juices over my cheeks and mouth, and feel you pulse with heat. I’ll lick drops of sweat from your stomach and push your t-shirt up over your tits so I can suck your nipples. I’ll wait till your eyes open and your arms stop shaking from the effort of holding yourself up. I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath. Then I’ll get back between your legs and do it all over again.

Because seriously – I want to taste you.