TwinFlames

I can’t wait to be home. I’m going to toss you on to the bed and lie on top of you, face to face, eyes transfixed, lips dancing across yours, noses gently brushing against each other reminding us of our closeness. I want to feel your breath become uneven, I want to witness your eyes when you realize the clothes you’ve been wearing are no longer comfortable and then I’m going to stop you from removing them.

I kiss your lips gently, the tip of my tongue flicking at your top lip before I move across your cheeks, kissing every freckle on your face because I’ve been longing for each one. As I get to your jawline you’ll feel my hot breath in your ear as I nibble the delicate lobe of your ear, I whisper how I’ve craved your body, how I’ve counted the minutes for this moment again. I slide my body down yours slightly, kissing at your neck, firmer kisses, my beard and moustache tickling and prickling at your skin, contrasting the warm, wet flesh of my lips.

I breathe you in, kissing your throat as I move, nibbling across your shoulders and giving a firm bite to heighten the senses. I want to see your nipples fighting at the fabric of your top, pleading for air, begging for my touch as I dust the valley of your cleavage with my kisses, only then will I finally free them, their hardness mirroring mine which presses against your thigh as I circle the gorgeousness with my tongue, and pop you between my lips, flicking the sensitive nipple with the tip of my tongue as I suck you gently, feeling you buck with pleasure as I nibble you, walking the fine line between pleasure and pain.

I want to feel your heart racing, anticipating the adventure our bodies will be taking for the long, timeless moment that is our love making.

I love you gorgeous.

Him.