Can't Wait...

You roll me under you, using your teeth to nip at my throat, my shoulder, the underside of one full breast before using your tongue to blaze a trail down my body to the juncture of my long shapely legs.  I'm not resisting you, I allow you to push my knees apart and up, opening me to your eager mouth. You lift your head enough to catch my eye before running the tip of your tongue along the seam of my lips.  I moan, low and throaty, and stretch my arms over my head, and tipping my hips for you.   

You delve deeper, licking along my hot, slick folds, your senses filled with the musky scent of me, the feel of me under your tongue.  You trace every crevice, tasting me, curling your tongue around my clit and tugging at it, scraping your teeth across my sensitive flesh gently, holding my hips down when I buck and twist beneath you, keeping me right on the edge but no further.        

When you withdraw, I make a frustrated noise, bringing a smile to your face.  You work your way back up my body, bestowing soft, biting kisses as you go until you reach my mouth.  Your fingers replace your mouth at my core, stroking slowly, keeping me revved up and ready for you.  I'm rubbing myself against you, riding your hand, using my thigh to press against the hard, throbbing length of you.

You kiss me, our tongues entwined, letting me taste myself on your lips.  I'm wriggling under you, trying to align our bodies, making you half-mad with lust.  You lift your head and put your hand on my knee, pushing my bent leg out wide, and slide into me with one hard, deep thrust.  I cry out, arching hard under you, taking all of you and clamping down with my internal muscles.        

'Oh yes!' My voice is breathy in your ear.           

You couldn’t hold still if you tried.  With a groan you pull back, and drive back into me. You reach down and hook an arm under my knee and draw it up to my chest, taking the penetration to a whole new level.  Unbelievably, I start to come.  Every stroke pushes me higher and my orgasm overcomes me utterly.

The sensation of my fluttering muscles around you nearly takes you over the edge but you're not finished with me yet.  I'm all fire and grace, my muscles milking you ruthlessly, my nails digging into your back, and you have no resistance.  You fist your hands in my tumble of hair and keep thrusting into me, fast enough to keep me close to another climax, slow enough to hang onto the thread of control.             

When you can take no more you withdraw completely and turn me to my stomach. You slide your forearm under my hips and lift me to my knees.  Keeping your arm in place, you lean over me, covering my body with yours, your lips at my ear, as you slide into me from behind.  I arch my back for you and push back against you as you stroke into me.          

It takes less than a minute.  You feel me start to tremble and you're a goner, holding me tight against yourself, your face buried between my shoulder blades as you shudder and swear and groan through a powerful orgasm.  You slump against me, your weight bearing us both down to the floor where you wrap yourself around me to ride out the aftershocks.

I can't think of a better way to spend a Canada Day, can you? I'm here, ready and waiting, my sweet Patrick. The door is open, our beer is cold, and I'm wearing that little white t-shirt you love to strip off me....