This week’s Microfantasy Monday theme, brought to us by the Sweltering Celt, is
Another simple theme this week – it’s all about standing up.
By the time I walk in your door, my need for you is so overwhelming, my hands are shaking. You feel the same and greet me with a deep, probing kiss before I can even drop my bag on the chair. We stand there, holding each other as tightly as we can, as if trying to merge into one being. I manage to shrug off my coat, somehow, without removing my tongue from your mouth. We pause at the same time, pull back slightly, and look deeply into each other’s eyes. I could almost fall down from the intensity of your gaze, but manage to lock my knees.
I grab your shoulders, give you another kiss and then start working my way down your body. Cheek, ear, jawline, neck, collar bones, the space between your buttons, the space between your breasts. An inventory of things I love about you, which is to say all of you, rubbing my face against your skin, one element at a time. I drop to my knees and lift your shirt, nuzzling your belly, your sweet little belly. I drag my face sideways across your pelvis, and you moan, anticipating my final destination, your hands in my hair, pulling me against you.
I look up, give you the look you know so well, what you call my ‘eat you alive’ look. I unfasten your button, draw down your zipper and begin to tug down your jeans… no panties.. niice baby, thanks for that. I expose just enough of you to get my tongue against your clit. You moan, loudly, grab my head and struggle to stay upright — I know your knees are close to buckling. I wrap my arms around your thighs, to steady you, and bury my face between your legs.
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