Just lightly and barely touching. Almost like a soft tickle.
I continue moving my hand to brush away your hair from the left side of your face. I want to whisper in your ear. I move behind you and press my chest against your shoulder. You feel my breath on your neck moving to your ear.
"So…..", softly I whisper. Barely audible.
"You wish to gift me, do you? Give of yourself to me? Submit to me?"
Its a teasing whisper that dares you to speak.
"Yes" you gasp, breathlessly, barely audible.
"What?", I respond a bit reproachfully. "I couldn’t hear that. I expect you to address me with conviction. Not as a scared little mouse. I want to know what you want. I want you to know what you want. Most importantly, I want you to be able to tell me."
"Yes", you reply, a little louder, but a bit unsure. I can hear breathlessness in your voice. Passion and desire starting to overwhelm you. Poor darling. If only you knew what I have in store for you.
"‘Yes’ what?" slightly cross. "Is that your answer? Simple yes/no replies? I’m sorry, but that is nowhere near sufficient. I expect a level of decorum and eloquence beyond that of a coin flip. You are fairly intelligent. String together a few words into a sentence."
Another shudder. "God, yes. Please take me, do with me what you will. I want it. I need it so."
"That’s a bit better. Rather mundane, but I’ll let the obviousness pass for now," whispering softly in your ear again. It excites me… arouses me... to hear you say that. I’m curious what would happen, how you would react, if I just ripped your clothes off, threw you on the bed and ravished you, did what I’ve ached for so much time to do. Maybe, hopefully, I’ll be able to try that. Not tonight. Tonight is about seduction. Tonight is about the ebb and flow of desire. Tonight is about building a fire. We are only approaching the kindling point.
"I need a taste."
I walk around in front of you, making sure your eyes are still closed. I want this to be a surprise. I put my right hand on the left side of your neck and use my thumb to lift your chin. Not a lot. Just enough to gain access to your throat. That is what i need to taste. I want to feel your pulse racing under my tongue, beating against it insistently. Slowly, lightly, I lick a a path from your right collar-bone to the base of your chin, occasionally flicking my tongue against your throat. Then I work my way back down. Goose-bumps begin to form on your right arm. I know that the action is having the desired effect. I lightly rake my left hand’s fingernails along your right am, feeling the goose-bumps. Reveling in them. I pull back a bit to see the pulse at your throat. It is slightly visible, throbbing rather quickly. Again you shudder.
So long I’ve waited, wondered, wanted, lusted. It is beginning to dawn on me that what I’ve desired for years is here in front of me. Waiting. Wanting. Trembling. I smile to myself at my good fortune.
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