LOVE LETTER

I try to read your emotions by looking into your eyes, and at the shape of your oh-so expressive lips, but cannot. You're just inches away now. We're clutching each other, your hand on my wrist, my other hand now covering yours."I want you...," I whisper, and pull you closer. Then, all at once, you choose. You lower yourself, and mould your body against mine. I am trembling, my emotions and senses in overdrive. That which I had not dared to dream was happening; I am lost in the moment, feeling your beautiful softness pressed against me. I am between wanting to take a breath, which I know will be more like a gasp, and never breathing again, because I want to freeze this moment for eternity. My mind won't work, but my hands do, as my fingers explore the soft curves of your heated flesh. I'm touching your nipples, and doing so is making me drip with wetness for you.

I kiss a path along your collarbone and onto your neck again until I find a magic spot just under your ear. I lick that spot, and moan along with you at how wonderful your hardened nipples feel in my palms. I don't stop kissing. I can't stop kissing. God, you taste so good! You smell like heaven mixed with ecstasy.

My desire becomes urgent. I promise myself, later there will be countless kisses until your lips are pink with intense passion. I will show and tell you how much I love you, but right now I need to taste your wetness and your heat. I need to know that I caused those things, and that you want me too.

You lie on your side next to me allowing me to place my hands on your hips and press you onto your back. I kneel, and after moving between your legs, reach to the waistband of your running shorts, pulling them down and off. You stop moving, except to raise your bottom and make it easier for me to remove them.

Now you are naked, and I devour you with my eyes. Things are moving fast, and I've lost track in the jumble of impressions, lust and intense emotions. It takes all the self-discipline I possess not to push my fingers right inside of you and fuck you hard. I want to own you and show you that you are mine.

But you are not, of course. This is a gift, and I must treasure it. For a moment I hesitate, kneeling between your knees. Not for long! I slide my hands up your body again to find your breasts, savouring your warm skin, caressing your smoothness. Whose sighs and soft gasps are those - mine or yours? How wonderful that I don't know. All I know is that I have you where I want you, naked on my bed, with me between your thighs, and my hands on your breasts. This is the moment I have dreamed of for so long. I swallow hard, and lust is in control.

Almost in control - a whisper of doubt enters my mind. What if I disappoint you? What if you get scared and want me to stop, and I cannot?

I shake those thoughts away, and removing my hands from your breasts, slide them down to gently stroke your inner thighs. I gaze down upon you, breathless again at your perfect beauty. I reach lower, pushing your knees a little further apart. I am right there, poised between your thighs. I bow down before my Goddess and worship her. I will taste her, and give her pleasure, and show her the way back to the heaven from which she must have come.

There is one last fleeting moment of insecurity as I reach forward and lightly trace your delicate pink sex with my fingertips. But all doubts disappear when I feel the ample moisture, and you arch your back, urging me on.

Hmmm, greedy girl," I think happily, smiling. I lower my mouth. As I am about to part my lips and experience my first taste of you, I feel your hands on the back of my head, gently yet insistently urging me forward. You want me to lick you, to place my mouth on you . . .

As my lips make contact I tilt my head so I can look up into your eyes. They are shimmering in the growing light of dawn as our intermingled sighs and moans fill the room. My tongue pushes into you, lapping the moisture that has already escaped, thrilled to cause even more to flow. You groan when the tip of my tongue finds your clit.

"That's it, don't stop," you say, your voice husky, your fingers playing in my hair. You gasp when I slide my fingers deep inside you, and clamp my mouth firmly over your clit. Hungrily I devour you, my fingers playing inside, moving easily because you are so wet.

You writhe and moan in response to every move I make. You are getting close, and I take your hand in my free hand, entwining our fingers as you search for release, your need urgent now, as urgent as my eagerness to satisfy that release. And then you have it, and I have given it to you. Both our hungers have been fed. Bliss...

I leave my fingers inside of you, and move my body alongside your's until we are face to face. We snuggle close, inflamed passions fed as we begin to absorb what just happened. Your hair is damp from our efforts, and clings to your face. My face is slippery with your moisture. The mixed scent of our combined lust and sweat fills the air. The best perfume in the world.

"You are incredible," I whisper, kissing your face. You respond with that enigmatic slight smile that always makes my heart skip a beat, "I want you to take your fingers out." You say, grinning mischievously. As I remove my fingers from your warm wetness you reach for my hand, bringing it to your mouth to taste... as your creamy legs entwine with mine. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tighter to me.

"Let me" you say, offering to return the pleasure. Yes, I want you to touch me as I touched you, and can see that you want to, but oddly now, I'm not sure I want it. It feels like the gift you have given me is enough. You have given me a taste of heaven, and I am content. You will let me have a taste of heaven, and I will be content. I love you even more for your wisdom and generosity.

I became aware of the world around me again. I was sitting alone in bed - my bed, in my home, There was a smile on my face, I sighed, and thought about some of the things we really did during my visit. Alas, they had not included making love to you - but I can dream.

So these are my memories and my fantasies – my letter to you. My dreams of your hands cupping my face as you kiss my neck is as real as my need for you and the empty ache between my legs and in my heart. Memories, dreams and fantasies. Your gift to me.