My Thoughts & The Erotic Results

I've Never Titled Anything Before

I would seat you in a chair in the center of the room before turning off the lights. Instead of plunging into darkness, a weak glow fills the room and you notice the tea lights, electric of course, that I have strewn across the room. In the low light, you can see a grin break across my lips but couldn't possibly see the way my eyes are undressing you. As I walk behind you, you try turning to see keep your eyes on me. "Don't," I say, softly laying a hand on your shoulder, "I want every touch to be a surprise." After a few seconds of suspense, I trace the fingers of my right hand from your left shoulder, over your neck and begin to knead your right shoulder with both of my hands. While massaging your shoulder, my hands occasionally stray, the left to run through your hair and the right to reach in front of you, brushing the top of your chest.
Satisfied with the amount of attention I've given your right side, I step back and remove my shirt before I move to your left, mirroring the technique I was following before only now I slide my left hand under your shirt and slowly push your bra strap down over your shoulder, whispering in your ear, "Is this OK?" receiving your nod of consent. Now under your shirt, my left hand gently rubs your arm as my right hand stays on your neck. My right hand slides to the other side of your neck only to come back across in front of you, hugging you lightly and pushing your left shoulder back against the chair. Without warning I lick the left side of your neck, and as you gasp, I slide my right hand down from your shoulder to cup your breast, firmly squeezing it as I bite your shoulder.
As your hand comes up to run though my hair, my left hand moves to caress your body and eventually make its way, up and under your shirt, to your right breast.
Licking from your shoulder to your ear, I stop to tell you, "lift your arms, this shirt is getting in my way."
Standing up to help remove your shirt, I step around the chair. The moment your arms are free, I swoop down and pick you up, my left arm under your knees and the other around your back. Pressing your bare skin against mine, I relish the moment your hands wrap around my back, clinging to me as I kiss the right side of your neck. Carrying you the short distance to my bed, I toss you down and rip at the leggings keeping me from your bare skin. Your cry of glee frees me from my lust, "I'm sorry, I lost myself in your- your skin." I apologize, "The feel of it," rubbing my hands up your naked legs and bringing myself closer to you, "smell of it," breathing in your scent from below your knee to inner thigh, "taste of it," licking your right leg approaching your moistness but pulling back before satisfying the only desire you can feel in this moment.