More kisses.

I can imag­ine kisses; my hand on her waist; things esca­lat­ing ever so slowly.  As she caresses through lace, my nip­ples harden.  Her fin­ger and thumb takes it gen­tly, pulling a tiny bit, just enhanc­ing the hard­ness.  I tilt my head back and open my mouth fur­ther as I moan qui­etly.  She responds by lick­ing my lips; trac­ing them with her tongue before her mouth meets mine again.

My hand moves from her waist down, find­ing the end of her chemise, fol­low­ing the edge with my fin­gers.  I tug gen­tly at the silk and her body low­ers.  Our mouths still kiss­ing, her fin­ger­tips still teas­ing my nip­ples.  She is beside me now just far enough away so that we can see each other, close enough that a move­ment makes us touch.  Our kiss­ing stops as she pulls away to look.  Her fin­ger­tips rub over my body, and mine echo on hers.  We touch only silk and lace.   The fab­ric trans­fer­ring elec­tric­ity between us.

I move to kiss her neck.  Cov­er­ing her throat from he chin to the tops of the gen­tle curve of her breasts.  Hard kisses, soft kisses, licks, and tiny nib­bles I enjoy her skin.  Her hands tan­gle in my hair as she has me lie back.  Deep kisses on the mouth, mov­ing to my ears, down my neck until her mouth hov­ers above my nip­ples, hard as rocks.  She licks them through the lace. The wet­ness and breath keep­ing them erect.  Then one by one her mouth takes them.  Warm and soft she sucks them, still cov­ered, the lace wet and cling­ing, enhanc­ing them further…

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