Time and Time Again

Watching the ribbon holding your corset coming undone, gently caressing your body as each criss-crossed line becomes untangled. The way the black lace contrasts with your alabaster skin further emphasizes the slow seduction that is going on. It's in this moment that you look but dare not touch. You gaze on as the hair falls 'round the shoulders and the skirt falls to the floor. This is a moment you do not rush. This is a moment where eye contact is more potent than any lexicon of words ever dared be.

The scent of you, all of you, fills the air. The sweet perfume entwined with a soft undertone of sweat and shampoo. There isn't anything more hypnotic than watching you move with a gypsies grace, never taking your gaze away from my eyes, moving toward me. I dare not look away as this is something that's not to be missed. The blue eyes that seem to read me like a book and hold me captive as if I were a slave.

The motion of you twirling the corset ribbons around distract me from your gaze just long enough for you to remove it. Tossing it at me playfully to break my gaze, I feel a smile creeping across my lips. I know what's coming. You know what's coming.

You stop in mid stride and run your hands up your bare chest and through your hair and then motion me with a finger to come to you. How can I refuse? I'm caught in your spell. You know this too and give a seductive grin to go along with the gaze that pierces my soul. You know that you want me and I know I can have you. I know at that moment there isn't a vision on earth so lovely as you right now, chest bare, lips curled in a sly grin, and a slight glisten from the summer heat battling the cool conditioned air of the living room.


I feel you struggling to undo my belt but I'm not going to help. The moment of slight frustration when your hand grabs my crotch as if telling me "more will follow if you'll let me in" isn't unexpected, but I fight the urge to undo my belt. It's something you have to work for. I can't help but thrive off the anticipation of it all and am rewarded when I feel my belt being slid out from around my waist.

As my pants are undone I waste no time in dropping to my knees - the anticipation has caught up with me. I want nothing more than to fully disrobe and make you mine and feel that spark as I slide inside you - but that can wait. I look up at you to once again match your gaze and begin sliding your panties down to the cool wooden floor. Fully exposed you grin as it's your turn to begin anticipating. I promise not to disappoint.

I bend all the way down and begin kissing and caressing your legs, slowly working my way up. I can feel the moist warmth on my face as I begin to lightly lick your inner thighs, your scent and taste enrapturing me. To tease, I stop, stand up, and take you by the hand leading you to the bed to lay you down.

When I see you're comfortable and wanting, I slide up from the bottom of the bed and part you with my tongue invoking the involuntary soft moan and deep inhale as I roll your clit around in circles. I can feel you shiver as I slide a finger inside as I continue to hungrily swirl you in my mouth.

I know where you are when I hear "don't stop, God, don't stop" I have to fight a little to keep your hips down as your body is on the verge of orgasm - I don't want to miss it though, not a drop. The sharp pleasure/pain sensation of your nails grabbing the tops of my arms as you climax is a very stark reminder that you've enjoyed this exchange. As you lay there slightly gasping for air, I slide up beside you and feel your arms pull me in for a kiss - a deep post orgasmic kiss. I can feel you licking your juices from off my lips as your tongue darts in and out of my mouth and we pull each other closer.

Back to the gaze - the silent gaze that tells the same story that's been told since the beginning of time. The gaze that is satisfied for the moment but lusts for more. It's at that moment, I know the rest of my night is about to get better and you know exactly how to make that happen.