Lets Be Amazing
Your perfect olive skin with a look of luscious caramel. That delectable pale shade of brown that starts a ball of light emanating from the center of me, ever outward. It feels silky smooth as I run my hand across. The skin, a dream world unto its own, wrapped taut around the muscles underneath, ever supple and soft to the touch. I feel light, as if floating. I have arrived. The cool velvety flesh s my hands forth, to slide and caress further.
As I massage her body, my hands become numb. I cant feel my own body, looking down on our two naked bodies, suspended above like an apparition. Just looking at such ravishing beauty sends shivers up my neck. It unleashes such from the depths of my being, Im completely taken over as is shoots up my spine.
Such ecstasy, as my hands become part of her, moving from the back of her calves, curling around as much of her thighs as the hands will allow. And then up to her tight behind, down the small of her back, feeling the strength at the base of her spine. I feel the vertebrae as I move up her back to her slightly muscled shoulders. My hands slide down her slender arms, toned and lithe.
As my eyes follow the curves of her body, I feel space-time wrapping around every twist and turn. The lines are completely smooth, mirroring some kind of cosmic grace. I pore over every inch of flesh, only to find concentric waves of perfection, throwing me into a complete tailspin of lust and awe.
Her back is a tightly wound machine of such perfectly sleek design. I can do nothing but put my lips against her so very tenderly. I feel the soft, sensitive flesh of my lips against her skin and I want more. I run my tongue slowly across her, hoping I can use one more sense to bring me closer to this glorious experience.
As she turns on her side, I run my hand slowly, carefully from her shoulder and arm, leading down to the curve of her hips and her smooth legs. As she rolls onto her back, all tender and warm and vulnerable, my fingers start at her neck, moving the half circle around her collarbone. Then my hand moves downward, rising with the slope of her breast. I circle the nipple, feeling the slightly chilled, tenderized softness. And dropping down to her breastbone, rising up to the other breast in one graceful motion.
My fingers fully extend, stretching in all directions, attempting to take in as much as I can at one time. Down the concave of her ribcage to the navel. Her stomach is tight, as if the bellybutton was a delicate whirlpool, gently tugging the skin around her body. As I slide right down below her navel, gliding effortlessly, with one last rise before my fingers touch the lips of infinite softness. Three times across before I find the warm wetness. This heightens the sensation to such a level that I am so aroused, I lose all control of my own body, my own sense of feeling.
I have to kiss and lick and taste. It is such a natural elixir on my lips, neither sweet nor sour. The perfect neutrality of its own divine succulence.
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