I Want You

I want you.
In the past, when those words have been spoken to me, they have meant someone wants to take me then and there, for their own pleasure. Less concerned with me and my pleasure, if at all; it was all about them. I didn't mind though, I liked to be wanted. I liked to be taken. It took me a while to realise what they wanted was not really me, but the nearest available vagina which happened to belong to me. That never in all those times that I was wanted did I find what I needed and yearned for. More often I was left wanting, disappointed, and alone as they took from me.

This time, when I heard those words, my heart skipped a beat. Never before had I thrilled at the words so intensely. This man, of all, was the one I wanted to please. This man was the one I ached to take me, all of me, again and again. This man was one who brought me pleasure just by being, and the greatest pleasure I knew was in pleasing him. Hearing his words alone, I was ready for him, ready to give him what he wanted. Thrilling at it.

You have me.
A softly spoken sentence elicited from my lips, a solemn and sweet pledge of so much more. The pink tinge that crept up my cheeks as I saw the intensity in his gaze made my skin warm. In barely an instant my clothes were gone, the act accompanied with a hard, deep kiss. Naked, I lay on the bed and watched as his clothes were removed. As always my breath caught at the sight of him- so long, lean and beautiful. So hard. So much more than I deserved. His hands parted my thighs and the air caressed my heated, moist skin. I shivered as he lay in the cradle my legs formed, and waited for that urgent, hard thrust. 

But then he showed me this was not about him. Not about his need, his pleasure. He didn't want to take from me, he wanted me . All of me. Every inch I had that he could explore, every soft gasp I made. Every swell, crevice, curve, pudge, freckle, scar and more. He wanted to savour me, experience me. This was new, unexpected. And when I realised what he was giving me, my heart raced faster. My head was swimming with lustful desire and emotion even before his lips found mine again. The speed in which he had me naked was a stark contrast to the way he kissed me; slow, languid, and deep. He took his time, exploring my lips first before parting them with his tongue. I welcomed him with a small moan, my own tongue curling around his, stroking and tasting. My hands lifted from the cool sheets to slide over and around his shoulders, my fingertips smoothing over his warm skin. His fingers had tangled in my hair, his other hand cupping my cheek tenderly as his lips moved over mine in such a wonderful caress. I was melting already, molten liquid pooling between my thighs.

With a last long drawn kiss, he moved away. I was secretly pleased to note through my hazy gaze that his face was flushed and his breathing ragged already. I was not the only one so dramatically affected. Shifting slightly he turned his attention to my neck, drifting soft kisses over my soft skin, nuzzling the sensitive hollow until he sank his teeth in lightly, causing me to gasp. Lower he moved until his lips found the swell of my chest, and his kisses here were soft, warm, open mouthed. He sucked softly on my skin, and I felt for sure he was covering each and every inch. He moved closer and closer to my nipple, which was already swollen and hard, but before he tasted it he moved away and spent an age torturing my other breast. When finally his lips brushed my nipple, I arched up, moaning as electric pleasure rushed through me. My nails dug into his shoulders, marring his smooth skin with red marks as I urge him closer, wanting more. My bowed back offered my breasts to him, and he accepted by swirling his tongue around a nipple, teasing it before he closed his lips around the tight peak. Teeth, lips and tongue lavished attention on me until I couldn’t help but moan out loud, the conflicting sensations bringing new pleasure. Even before he moved across to my other breast I was writhing greedily on the bed, my hips lifting against his in a silent plea.

When finally he had finished feasting on my breasts, his body slid lower, although now it was his upper torso hugged by my spread thighs. His lips moved over my rounded stomach, and he nuzzled that most sensitive spot. A giggle erupted from me as he tickled me, my body squirming under him. He explored slowly, thoroughly, in that place I always wished he would just skip over. He resisted my efforts to cover, taking my hands away and very pointedly kissing me again and again on my tummy. Eventually, as always, I relaxed and allowed myself to enjoy the caress, though my cheeks were flushed an even deeper pink than before. I watched him through lowered lashes, smiled as I saw the satisfied nod he gave when he felt the tension leave me. I reached to caress his cheek with my hand, and he turned his face into it, placing a kiss on my palm. I thought my heart may beat right out of my chest.

My breath caught as he moved lower still, my inner muscles clenched in anticipation and my clit stood demanding attention. I felt his breath on me as he paused, his lips hovering directly over before he diverted to the left and began to trail his kisses down my thigh. I groaned frustrated need even as pleasure continued to wash over me. His hand cupped my calf muscle as he bent my leg up further, placing deliberate kisses on my flesh, moving lower and lower until he reached my knee. There he teased the sensitive skin behind with his lips and tongue, and I shivered hard, gasping in surprise at how good it felt. He made his way right down my leg until he reached my foot, and even there he bestowed a kiss upon each toe. My leg jerked and I laughed with delight and wonder- never before had I been explored quite so thoroughly.

With the same agonising slowness, he worked his way north again, pausing to nuzzle my knee before sliding his tongue the length of my inner thigh. My muscles quivered as he drew nearer my centre, and I lifted my hips. Pursing his lips he blew a stream of cool air over my hot flesh, and a shudder rushed my spine, radiating through my body as I let out a moan. Still he denied me, this time moving to torture me with his exploration of my right leg. By the time he had made his way down and up once more, I was desperate. My fingers had fisted in the bed sheets in an effort to maintain some control, though that control was fading fast. I could feel my arousal, overwhelming, overflowing to leak from my swollen lips between my legs. His tongue traced the crease between my thigh and centre, and my eyes rolled back. He placed a lingering soft kiss right over my wetted lips, and I gasped. Once more my hips rose from the bed, asking for more. Finally, he gave it.

His tongue darted out to lick over my lips, and I moaned relief, pleasure, and a plea for more. Each lick was long, slow, drawn out, his tongue just barely touching me, not enough pressure to part and delve between. He took each protruding lip and pulled it between his lips, nibbling and suckling my juices from it. Restlessly I writhed, my hands bunching and twisting the sheets, and when his tongue finally pressed firmly, and slid deeper between my lips, I let out a cry, arching up off the bed. He pressed his mouth closer, harder, his tongue flickering and dancing as he tasted me. His mouth moved lower until I felt him press his tongue to my entrance. There he teased me, thrusting his tongue in and out, one of his hands holding my hips in place even as I struggled against him, panting. Moaning, he pressed closer still, and I felt the sound as a vibration along my flesh, making me jerk with pleasure, my head thrashing side to side on the pillow. He pulled away, a protest was forming on my lips as my eyes flew open to see him smiling at me. There was such heated lust in his gaze my protest faded as we watched each other for a long moment. His gaze didn’t leave mine until the last moment as he lowered his head once more. Licking slowly, firmly, his tongue drew the line between my lips from bottom to top, culminating in a long deep caress over my clit.

Oh God yes I cried out, my upper body shooting upright with the sharp pleasure. Again, oh please again.
What, this? I could hear the smile in his voice, and then his tongue swirled languorously over my hard nub again, and again.
Yes, that. Exactly that. Gasping, my chest was heaving with each ragged breath.
His hands slid up my sides and gently eased me down onto my back again, and only once I had settled did he let his tongue move over me again. Moaning softly, my hands slid down, over his shoulders to gently cup the back of his head, urge him closer before moving back to his shoulders where I could safely grasp him as tightly as I needed. I heard his groan, and then his tongue was flying over me, bringing sharp arrows of pleasure one after the other that left me breathless.

Probing fingers parted my flesh and he slid one long digit inside, where my muscles clenched and squeezed greedily, pulling him deeper. Pushing as deep as he could, he then withdrew and entered a second time, with 2 fingers. Biting my lip I moaned; feeling my hips rock onto his fingers, ride them as he thrust them in and out to stroke my inner walls. Working up a fast, deep rhythm with his fingers, his mouth left me for a few moments, and I knew he was watching as his fingers moved within me. Seemingly satisfied, his mouth found me once more, this time sucking my throbbing clit into his mouth, letting his teeth tug it and his tongue rub it almost violently. It was almost too much, the pleasure that had been swamping me was now collecting, coiling low in my belly. The tension was spreading throughout, making my muscles bunch and tighten. I felt my inner walls clamping even tighter on his fingers, but still he worked them within me as deep and hard as before, pushing through the resistance my body was creating.

The orgasm that hit me was powerful. It lifted me from the bed, my hips bucking wildly and my back arching. The scream that tore from my throat was his name, raw and desperate, as I lost all control to sensation. My nails raked over his shoulders, my heels dug into the bed as my hips thrust up again and again, only increasing the agonising pleasure as it forced his mouth closer to me. I whimpered, overwhelmed as the convulsions gave way to a constant gentler shaking, the most intense pleasure past. He didn’t slow, not even for a moment. His lips suckled my overly sensitive button, and his fingers twisted inside me, curling up to rub over my spot. With the realisation there would be no come down, that he wanted only to push me higher, my hands moved to twist and fist in the sheets. Sensing my need to be grounded, to hold on, his free hand caught one of mine, his fingers entwined with mine and holding tightly.

He took me higher and higher, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t talk and could barely breathe. My body rocked, rolled, writhed beneath his caresses but he didn’t stop for a moment. The pleasure this time was almost painful as it built, overtaking me with unbearable tension. My thighs were slippery with my wetness, my body slicked with sweat, and still he tortured me. I whimpered and gasped, sure this new tightness in me would never break, would never find release. I trembled, my toes curled, my legs stretched out and tense, my hand with a death grip on his. My head rolled side to side, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I cried his name, begging for it to be over. At my cry, he pushed a third finger inside me, worked my muscles, let it build and then sank his teeth into my clit. I broke, shattered, and completely came apart. Moaning uncontrollably, my body was swamped with sensation, a height of pleasure I had never reached before making me bow up from the bed. He urged me on and on, his fingers stroking me and his tongue softly swirling around my clit. When finally I was reduced to shaking and whimpering, his mouth left me and his fingers slowed before stopping.

My body dropped back to the bed, my chest heaving as I gasped and drew in harsh breaths. My head spun dizzily, and I barely registered him easing out of my grasp, slowly moving up the bed. I felt his kiss on my cheek, and opened my eyes. When his face came into focus, I smiled, lifting my arms around him and kissing his lips, pouring all the passion I could into it. He eased himself down, letting his body rest lightly on mine, but I needed more. I tightened my arms around him and urged him closer, sighing when I felt the full weight of him atop me. He groaned, and I smiled as I wriggled under him, acutely aware of the hardness of his body against the softness of mine. My fingertips danced in his hair before moving to frame his face. Leaning back slightly, a whisper left my lips: I love you.
I love you too. His response as always made me smile and made me marvel.

Once more I kissed him, my tongue slipping between his lips to explore as my hand snaked between our bodies to glide over his erection. His hips jolted, and he gasped. Pleased, I began to move my hand over him, stroking and teasing, exploring as much as I was able. After long moments, his hand moved down too, and encased mine. As he pecked at my lips, together we moved, until his hardness was pressed at my entrance. The tip slid in, and we both shivered, gasping. His hand moved to my hips, the way his fingers dug hard into my flesh proving how his control was slipping. My own hand slipped around and up, smoothing over his back. And in one, long, slow movement, he slid into me, stretching me inch by delicious inch until he was buried almost completely inside me. My inner muscles resisted, clenching and quivering around him. Slowly he withdrew, and then he thrust into me, hard and deep, until he was seated completely within me. I felt the shudder in his body as he held there, both of us panting, and then moaning as he began to move.

Slowly he started, but his rhythm picked up, until his thrusts were hard and deep and quick, his erection stroking me deliciously. My hips matched his, lifting and falling, urging every thrust to be as deep as possible, my pussy gripping him. My hands glided down his spine, stroking and teasing with my nails. The sensation made him groan, and his back arched, his hips drilling into mine. My cry was muffled by his hungry kiss, his lips claiming mine. Deep and passionate, his kiss matched the movement of our bodies, already spiralling out of control so that the sound of our hips meeting echoed throughout the room. Too soon I felt the tingling return to my body, the telltale signs that my pleasure was building out of my control, ready to take over. My legs lifted up and around him, and I used them to pull him harder to me, deeper as the angle of his penetration changed. My body arched as I pressed closer, my nipples rubbing over his chest. A cry escaped him, guttural, primal and hungry, so sexy a new shudder rushed through me and my muscles clenched him tight in response.

I could see in his face he was losing himself in the pleasure; his eyes had drifted closed, and his brow was furrowed, slicked with sweat as we rocked together. His mouth was open, and he panted and gasped as he thrust hard into me. The sight of him, on the edge of control, was enough to make me completely lose my own. The tightness spread throughout me, and I let out a whimper as it became overwhelming. His name left my lips again on a scream as orgasm washed over me; snapping the tension of my muscles and making my body shudder with pure pleasure under his. As my body closed impossibly tight around him, he pushed harder into me, working through the tightening inner muscles. I felt the tension in his body under my hands; felt the muscles in his back bunch, tighten. His whole body went rigid as he worked himself into me, one last hard slam of his hips bringing a cry from his lips. I felt his release, in the way his muscles flexed under my touch, the shudder of his entire body. I felt him swell and pulse as he released himself into me. I held him tighter to me, panting, still shaking beneath and around him.

After long minutes as we caught our breaths, his hand left my hip, moving up to brush the hair out of my eyes and stroke my cheek with his fingertips. Gently he pressed his lips to mine, and I felt them quiver. He eased his body from mine, turning to rest on his back, and gathered me close. I rubbed my cheek against his chest as he slid his arm round my shoulders, his fingertips playing patterns along my skin. A kiss pressed to my forehead had me smiling as my eyes drifted closed with exhaustion.

So this is what it is to truly be wanted.