Slowly

Let’s take things slowly. Clothes are on. You pull me in. I’m on my tiptoes to reach your lips. A peck turns into a French kiss.

I lower my blouse. Your mouth trails from my shoulders to my breasts. They fit perfectly in your palms.

You lay me back on my bed. My arms above my head. My legs open. I’m ready for this. For you. I giggle. I’m embarrassed. This is all new.

You take your time. Each touch is a surprise yet carefully planned. You rub me over my leggings to tease me.

My dark brown eyes look into your blue eyes. We memorize this moment. Another long kiss.

I hold you, my legs around your waist. You bite my neck and press yourself against me. I can feel how firm you are.

You move gently like waves and stop when I get close. I tell you to keep going. You reach underneath, your fingers dancing with my wetness.

My moans become louder. That’s it, you whisper into my ear. I gasp as I finish. You wrap me in your arms. I smile. With you, I’m safe and happy.