Suffice it to say that you’re passive, relaxed, trusting, and loving.
You’re lying on your back and your arms are above your head. Your eyes are shut. You’re fully clothed.
Ever so gently, my hands run up and down your body, allowing you to feel where I’m at… what I’m touching. You remain still… no… even stiller. Nothing is out of bounds. Nothing is being missed. It is just you and me.
When the calmness almost makes you sleepy, I start to unbutton your blouse. You can feel the cooler air on your skin as more and more of your shirt falls to the side. You sense yourself taking bigger… and deeper… breaths.
My fingers are still lightly touching you… touching you where your skin is exposed. They swarm around your bra where it unsnaps in the front. You hold your breath in anticipation…
The cups of your bra are carefully pealed away. Your bare breasts are now fully exposed to me, their nipples seemingly balanced in mid air. You can feel them, although I haven’t touched them, yet. I feel them, too.
Both of my hands gingerly massage around each mystery, bringing back a uniform circulation not permitted while in their harness.
Now my fingers finally skim over both nipples at once. I can feel them slipping and ducking between each finger as it passes by.
I repeat this several times. Each time your nipples get harder and harder.
I pinch them between my index fingers and thumbs. I pull on them. I roll them into what seems like tiny balls. They’re getting redder and redder.
I’ve grown this incredible urge to put my lips to one of them.
I reach down… closer and closer.
It feels so right.
I love you.
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