There's something about female's body…and then, there's something about hers in particular.
How beautiful, sexual, sensual it is. Watching it is like reading poetry of the soul. It's almost undescribeable how it spontaneously produces these erotic images, that simply cannot be called or described as filthy.
They are the purest and the most honest reactions of the mind towards something so extraordinary.
That pale bare back, that gives black satin sheets the perfect contrast. It just has to be touched, caressed, loved.
How your hand glides on it effortlessly, contouring her beautiful curves. You feel you were made to do this, you could do it again and again, without ever expecting anything in return.
Your imagination is still growing, when a sudden subtile sigh interrupts you. You've just woken her up. It wasn't your intention to do so, but you're not complaining either.
It's so enjoyable to watch her. How she moves her body slowly, stretching her gentle arms all over those black sheets.
She turns her body towards you, exposing one of her breasts. Her eyes still shut, your hand slowly travels its way towards her abdomen. The skin there, so incredibly warm and willing, you can barely control yourself.
She puts her hand on yours, her breathing so slow and peaceful. Then finally, she opens her eyes.
Those eyes, that you are so incredibly drawn to. With just a stare she manages to bring you to the edge.
Her right arm still resting on the bed, you need to hold it and put a deep, long kiss on her wrist. The skin so soft and the smell of her perfume still present…breathtaking.
She pulls herself up, leaning closer to you and starts caressing your cheek. Slowly moving upwards, she runs her fingers through your hair. You know she wants you as well and it's starting to drive you mad. She drops her hand behind your neck, gently touching it with the tips of her long red nails. Goosebumps start flowing down your spine as she keeps on going.
You look into her eyes and you simply cannot hold on anymore. You're about to erupt and you have to take her in your arms, right this instance. There's no gentle way to do this.
You grab her body with ferocity and you pull her in your lap. Like an animal you press your lips against hers with all the strenght you've got and give her the most passionate kiss you can.
Your lips locked together firmly, it's what you have both been waiting for. The taste of her tongue, divine. You know she's desperately trying to moan, but can barely make a sound as there is no space left inside her mouth. Pure agony, pure pleasure.
You lean on top of her and press her down on the bed. The feeling of her warm, bare body under yours is heavenly and you can't help yourself, but enjoy her sighs as she's being crushed under your weight. She loves it when you press on her ribcage and make her hard to breathe. She looks so fragile in these moments of submission. Giving herself to you, completely, begging you to make her yours now.
You cannot deny her, she's finally in your arms, after hours you've spent sitting in your recliner, watching her sleep. But as you're staring into those beautiful eyes, the feelings that are emerging inside you need to be put into words. You need to take just one little moment…and tell her …
»Call me romantic, call me cheap…my words may have been said a thousand times before, I am aware of it, but each time I pronounce them for you, they get a whole new meaning.
My love, for you I live, because if I don't have you, I live for nothing.
And even if these used lines of mine seem so worthless, this is the only truth and I say it, each time, with immense love and honesty, for I don't know of other way more true to tell you…how much…Morticia…my darling…I love you.«
»Oh, mon amour«, completely touched, she looks into your eyes and puts a deep kiss on your lips, then whispers slowly…
»Show me now.«