The Writing

I’ve watched you in your slumber, patient… wanting you. I sneak under the sheets and place soft kisses across your stomach… lick my way around your navel. I lightly nibble on your knees, as I part your thighs. Damn… how I’ve missed you.

I rub my lips against your moist heat in a tender kiss… slide my tongue over the sweetness of your flesh and indulge in the taste of you. Mmm… I’ve ached for this, the way you make me feel.
I take your clit into my mouth, sucking on it… gently at first then quickly flick my tongue over it… sliding it from side to side, up… and then down. Enjoying it like the hidden candy it is. Damn you taste sooo… good. I’m on fire where our bodies touch, helpless to stop the moan that escapes me as your hips start to move against me, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

I slip a finger deep inside of you and quickly slide it in… and then back out, as your body starts to shudder in one long and hard climax and I drink it in… the essence of you.

I savor one last taste of you… absorbing your pleasure, then I lay my head against your stomach. Calming myself, catching my breath… letting my heartbeat slow down.

I take in a deep breath and slowly exhale on a smile as I kiss your side and whisper, “Good morning Tiger”. 🙂

– Nova

So you kissed me, and took me completely by surprise. After a long time of loving someone there are the briefest moments when you forget how they make you feel, exactly just how they can take your breath away. We are in a stressful period, with work, family… life. Then you kissed me… hot and sweet, completely out of nowhere and suddenly there it was, the way you make my heart beat fast, the sweet taste of your lips and the familiar ache between my thighs, and I’m wet with wanting you.

The feel of your lips against mine, your tongue against mine, your breasts against mine, your thighs against mine… damn you are driving me crazy. Suddenly I have to sit. I’m short of breath, flushed and half crazed with the sudden wanting of you, and while I sit breathing heavily… you slowly kneel between my thighs, nonchalant. “I miss you” you whisper to me as your hands grip my waist… I miss you?
Oh my God!
When did THOSE three little words become an aphrodisiac?

“I miss you too” I whisper back my throat tight and Lord help me… I mean it. We stare into each other’s eyes for a minute, both very serious. My body leans closer to yours and my hand slides up your face to cup your cheek, and you press a kiss into the palm of my hand. I look at you, this love I have managed to let routine distract me from. I breathe in the heady scent of you, rich, exotic, and with my legs I draw your body flush with mine as I wrap them around you.

I watch your eyes darken and the pulse in your neck beat a quick and steady rhythm as I lean into you, my lips searching for yours… and you pull away from me. “I need you” you sigh as you slide your hands up my thighs, under my skirt and over my heat, and when my lips part to give you affirmation that I need you more than words can say, you lean in quickly and stop the words on my lips, swallowing them in a hungry kiss that leaves me moist… and weak.

When my hands reach out to touch you, you grab my wrists and shake your head, and when I start to protest you silence me again placing a soft kiss to my neck, your body leaning me back against the sofa. “Slide down for me” you command as your hands tug off my panties, and of course I do, my body burning in response to the demand in your voice. Again I reach for you and again you grab my wrists as you press your body down on mine, kissing me… rubbing your thigh against that heated part of my body that whispers your name. You pull away from me as I lay there panting, aching for you, and then I feel your lips… pressing warm kisses over my thighs and I open for you.

At the first feel of your tongue over my clit my toes curl and I moan your name. I’m lost. Overwhelmed by the way you make me feel, and unable to touch you. My eyes snap shut and my body arches. Steadily your lips slide over me, working your tongue over that small bead of flesh, as wave after wave of pleasure pulse inside of me. “Please” I moan as my hands dive into your hair, pressing you on as my hips snap back and forth in the rhythm you set with that glorious mouth of yours. When your lips wrap around my tiny bud and suck on it… my body shatters into a million pieces, my thighs trembling and your name on my lips and in that moment… the day I promised myself to you forever and always flashes across my vision. You kiss the inside of my thigh as my breathing slows, then rest your head against my stomach and I realize that you are also catching your breath…

And when our eyes meet I state the simple obvious, “I’m yours.” And you smile back at me because in your heart you know… “That’s a fact.”

– Nova

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking…. thinking… thinking… about my lover and her perfect place, can’t find it on a map, it’s not a zip code, and it isn’t someplace she will have to fly… it’s her final destination… this place between my thighs.

I need to straddle her while we cuddle, massaging her scalp, rubbing noses… rubbing lips… placing kisses across her forehead, while held tight in her embrace.

I need our bodies in a tangle at night… so I can watch her sleep, feel her breathe… and count her heartbeats.

I need my legs wrapped around her waist during random bits conversation… center to center, heart to heart… and face to face.

I need her here between my thighs… with no room for air, just her heat and mine. I need to feel her lips sucking on my clit in that sweet… sweet… eternal kiss. I need her body moist and ready moving on top of mine. I need to watch her face and feel her muscles spasm during that special explosion. Being honest… I just need her.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking…. thinking… thinking… about my lover and my perfect place, can’t find it on a map, it’s not a zip code, and it isn’t someplace I will have to fly… it’s my final destination… that place between her thighs.

– Nova