Sometimes I daydream about you.
I imagine you walking through the door with a big smile on your face at the end of a long day, happy to see me. I imagine embracing you in my arms and asking about your day.
I imagine taking your coat off and massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck from behind, before encouraging you to sit down and relax as I make you your favourite drink and prepare a meal for you. I imagine you lying across the sofa with your head on my lap so I can stroke your forehead. I would run my fingers through your hair, and make you feel relaxed and comfortable as you told me what was on your mind from your day. I would just listen and be there for you.
I would gently stroke your arms, sending shivers down your spine. My touch delicate and gentle whilst simultaneously strong and masculine. I would plant a soft kiss on your forehead and stroke your delicate tummy skin. We’d watch our favourite shows, hand in hand.
Before we retired to the bedroom I’d embrace you, enveloping your body and making you feel safe and secure as I look directly into those beautiful eyes, my palm brushing against your soft cheek before drawing you in and pressing my lips against yours, tasting your lip gloss as we begin to kiss passionately, our tongues massaging each other, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, touching the back of your scalp and the other firmly placed against the small of your back. I’d race you up to the bedroom, pin you against the back of the door and kiss your neck passionately with desire as you dug your fingers into my back and I reached under your top to touch your breasts over your bra.
I could smell the scent of your perfume and feel the warmth of your body as you respond to my touch. I would pull your top over your head and throw it on the floor like an animal, consumed with unquenchable desire, pressing you back against the door so you feel the coldness of the air against the heat of my passion. Next off would be my top so your skin is directly against mine, my broad shoulders making you conscious of the power of my torso and how much you were at my mercy.
Kissing you passionately, feeling your breath through your nostrils on my neck, my hands around your back, lightly scratching you before finding the way to the clasp of your bra and releasing it, letting your bra fall to the floor and feeling your breasts against my skin. I massage your breasts, causing you to groan with pleasure and anticipation. I unbutton your jeans, revealing the top of your underwear then tease you, stroking your inner thighs, careful not to stimulate your groin area directly. I lick your earlobe and whisper in your ear I want you then run my fingers over the top of your underwear from the top, slowly over the now soaked fabric between your legs.
I slip my hand inside the side of your underwear and gently part your lips enough to massage your clitoris with my index finger making your body throb like a second heartbeat.
I remove your underwear and jeans in one move and push you over onto the bed on your back, sucking on your breasts with my body on top of you, working my way down, kissing your tummy and making you anticipate as my warm, moist lips get closer to yours. Teasingly kissing your pubic mound before separating your lips with my tongue and tasting your body, separating your lips further with my fingers so I get more accurately glide the tip of my tongue around your clitoral hood, sliding my index finger inside you, and gently pressing up against your soft spongy g-spot and massaging you from the inside, giving you a sensation like you need to pee as I rotate my tongue in circular motions directly over your clit, starting slowly and building up the speed and pressure, reacting to every thrust of your hips and every groan of pleasure until I feel your orgasm explode, ripping through your whole body, from your toes, to your head. Your vagina contracting hard against my finger still inside you before I taste you.
By now my desire to be inside you would be overwhelming. You’d wrap your legs around my shoulders as I penetrated your body with mine and we made love until I filled you. By now we would both be exhausted and I would spoon you from behind, kissing your shoulder and stroking your tummy as we fell asleep together in bliss.
