fall into me

I have a southern accent, despite my living in New York most of my adult life. I lived in Ohio for five years where I adopted a slight twang that makes its presence known when I am with you. You physically react when I whisper “baby” into your ear with a strong emphasis on the long “a”. You speak Spanish and when I hear your tongue roll around in your mouth to say words I can’t understand I try to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. And this is just the beginning.


My chest rises and falls and I hope you notice that for the first time I actually have a little cleavage. I have breasts that on most days don’t look much bigger than swollen mosquito bites but you don’t seem to mind and as I write this, sitting on my couch I look at my breasts that are bound between a bra and a tank top and know you are looking at me.


You pay attention to me; you notice when my body quivers; when I drag my half-bitten finger nails down your shoulders to your triceps; when I sway to the side to have you flip me over. I am weak when I am on my stomach and I can feel your whole self pressed against my back. The curve of my lower back falling to the slope of my ass excites you as you whisper in my ear. I feel sexy with you and when you talk to me I realize how my curves no longer feel like an albatross around my neck. I have never heard the words that cross your mouth and though the language seems foreign to me, I believe you and am lost until I hear more, as though you have become my very own road map. Though I remain quiet I feel as though I could scream to tell you to do whatever you want, scream to tell you to suck on my tits, scream to tell you to fall inside me but only an occasional moan sneaks from my lips. Perhaps because I know the consequences of letting those words fall from my mouth, I press myself back into you just hoping to feel your excitement between my legs. I won’t let you in, not yet, even though I am dripping and aching for the feeling. I am like a heroine addict attentive to every detail until I get my next fix. I like that you look at me and I love watching your mouth as you suck on my tits and how your lips eventually kiss every part of me. There is something about how your mouth forms over me that makes me wet and unable to control the ache between my legs, so I get lost in my imagination:


My breasts look swollen and as I exhale you can see how my stomach dips towards my pelvic bones; your hands run over my skin that is spotted with marks from the sun but you are not fazed by the marks and the tips of your fingers make their way to my nipples. They are getting hard and I so badly want your mouth on me, so your tongue can wrestle me into submission. Your mouth travels down the course of my body and it’s at these moments I am just thinking about you and your tongue and your fingers, and my promise.
You go down on me and when your tongue is softly playing with me I start to fall away into bliss and am taken there when you push your tongue further into me. As your tongue does the tango across my body, I feel the moistness of your lips on every inch of my skin. I surrender to my side. You wait for me to submit before you bring your arm underneath my waist to lead me so my face meets the mattress. You love my ass and all the curves it brings to my body. I love what my ass does to you and as you press closer to me, I feel you hard against me; and with that I settle into my favorite position: me on my stomach with my ass in the air and your hands on my hips guiding me. Though it may not be the most romantic of positions, it is where I feel closest to you; it is where every curve of my body is matched with the curve of your body. You take the time to kiss my back, my ass and when you spread my legs to lick me further I rock with ecstasy at which I mumble into my pillow for you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me and to fuck me hard and am so thankful that you are truly a man who wouldn’t. At those moments when you won’t let yourself or let me get close enough to fall into each other I swear I will one day be head over heels in love with you.


When it’s my turn to give you all the attention, I am reminded of how your body is tight and smooth and hard. Remaining abstinent does not define me nor does it define our relationship but rather it gives us the incentive to create incredible ways to please each other. Where once I had been nervous and blind, I am now confident that everything I give you is all you want. I love to make you crazy with excitement and anticipation and I love making you cum. I am confident with you and know just how and what to do to make you gasp for air, so I prop onto my knees making sure you can see my ass and your fingers will be able to skim my skin. I hesitate to take you in my mouth right away and instead kiss your thighs, your sides…everywhere that makes your sigh become a moan. I eventually take all of you in my mouth and get wet when I feel your dick on the back of my throat. You get even more excited seeing my head go up and down in your lap and call for me to come and sit on you. I want to, God how I want to but instead I take my tongue and play with your dick and take solace in knowing that you are on the brink of releasing. Faster and deeper, I take you in my mouth and you ask me, if I like that, I pause only to tell you how much I love sucking your dick….you love hearing me talk like that because this is a side only you know. I continue and I hear you call me baby, and I feel your hands on the back of my head and I taste you burst into my mouth as you relax beneath me. What I love most is sucking on you after you cum maybe because I know at those moments all you want is me.

I fantasize about making love to you. I want to make love to you and I wonder if we ever will simply because I know what that entails. I am more intimate with you than I have been with anyone and it has nothing and everything to do with waiting. You are in the prime of your sexuality and still you tuck me in and wait for me to fall asleep after we read the Bible together. I want you but I will wait for you. All the fantasies and kinkiness aside we have a tremendous energy that flows between us and keeps us laughing. You are vulnerable and I am vulnerable for different reasons but we are there together holding each other’s hands in the darkness…ahh to feel your heart beat against my back makes me fall further and further…oh how I wait for you to fall into me in every sense there is.