I want to feel you silently sneak up behind me, catching my long wavy hair in your gentle grasp, then making it fall spill over my shoulder; your fingers massage the tense muscles of my neck as I lean back into your caress.
I want you to bear down on the back of my neck with your mouth, your lips and your tongue.
I want to feel your mouth petting my neck, moving down to my shoulders, tasting the favour that permeates my skin.
I want your tongue to join your lips and taste my desire, your mind to be focused only on me, while your teeth mildly bite down into my flesh before your tongue awakens me more.

I want you...

I want to feel your rough dry hands smoothly trailing a path down my arms, then locking your hands with mine.
I want your arms to close around me, pressing me suffocatingly close to you, physically telling me you need and want me as close as possible.
I want to forget reality as I move back until I feel your hair covered thighs pressing against my smooth supple skin.
I want to revel in the difference between our bodies, your broad strong chest pressing against my back swamping my smaller softer frame.

I want you...

I want to hear you whispering your longing into my ear, your breath to be breezing over my senses, to have my neck arching into you as your words paint a picture in my mind.
I want to be surrounded by the simple experience your hands sliding mine down my body, feeling myself as you want to feel me, the way you would use your fingertips to hit every secret spot of pleasure; the gentle squeeze of my waist; your thumb running down my breastbone taking in every dip and rise with my breathing.
I want my hands examining your forearms, to run my nails up through the hair covering them, as you pass the barrier at the hem of my top; moving it up as you examine every curve from the dips by my hips up along the small curve in my stomach.
I want to stretch and arch into your world, molding myself to you, to feel every inch of you on me.

I want you...

I want turn to kiss your lips, slowly at first, using it as the sweetest and most innocent way of saying that I love you with all my being.
I want to running my hands up into your hair clinging onto you and us for as long as I can.
I want you to runs your hands to my back, until your hands making my small blond hairs stand on end as you scurry your hands up my spine feeling up every bone
I want you to catch my neck deepening the kiss into the heated passion that our love brings; to feel your kisses for hours until the need builds to great heights.
I want to raise myself up against you until I can wrap my legs around your hips, while you steal more kisses from my lips that you know I want so desperately.
I want to feel the brush of your chest against mine while your hands move to my back until you slide perfectly into the space between my legs.

I want you...

I want to feel your lust for me, my body and my passion while I move my hips against yours.
I want to feel you join me in the pure unrushed pleasure of our bodies pressed intimately together without the need to rush to the final climax but enjoy the slow stolen moments in each other’s arms.

I want to feel our pleasure build until we are unable to stop tasting each others mouths. For us to the point where we get confused where I end and you begin.
I want the moment when we pant fighting for breath as we gaze into each others eyes: to witness that sparkles in your eyes as you know I want you as much as you want me.

I want you...

I want our longing not to be spoken but for us to use our body in our act of love.
I want to bring you closer to me... bring you inside of me slowly.
I want to forget about fast climax focused sex, but simply and purely to cover your body with mine.
I want your hands to move over me, treasuring every detail, love on every imperfection while I learn your whole body in complete detail.

I want you...

I want to feel the physical proof of your arousal pressed intimately against me, before feeling every centimeter of you as you penetrate me, as your arms pull me close.
I want to feel every hair from your chest to the collection running down to your pulsing member to brush against me.
I want to purr my pleasure in your ear, as your hands caress up my fleshy thighs, to have you make me arch into your wanton need.
I want to feel your shoulders tense as my fingers spray over your back, feeling every muscle as you move me above you.
I want to look down at our bodies and see my creamy thighs against your olive thighs, to have everything, everything single little thing, but you drop away.
I want to get lost in the perfect rhythm of our bodies together, I want our music to flow, the rhythm to arouse me, to feel the beat of your heart, to feel you inside me, filling me, stretching me...

I want to feel you want me...

I want you to handle my intense contractions around you, without filling me with your seed, to know you love the pure pleasure of having me convulse around you.
I want to stare into your eyes as our need builds, to see every emotion sweep over your rugged face, not closing my eyes, not missing a moment.
I want to know the moment that your need reaches the same fever pitch as mine, to have you know my passion is an itch that only you can scratch.
I want my hands to caress down your chest and your breathing to falter as my touch affects you, to feel your hand trail up my back catching and crushing my hair in your fist as I take over the final rhythm.
I want your hands to desperately pull at my head, crushing my lips against yours as our bodies collide, as our final waves of pleasure lash through our bodies.
I want to feel your hot seed erupt against my moist walls, as our moans echo into each others soul.
I want our spent bodies to become our oasis of calm as our intimacy continues to cradle us... As we whisper our honest and open words of ‘I love you’.

I want to make love to you, and only you...