Curvaceous

The One and Only Part

I absolutely adore the way those intentionally faded and ripped jeans hug your hips and accentuates your desirable curves. Everything about them excites me in ways I didn’t think possible, seeing them almost glued to your lower half. Almost as if the individual fibers and seams leading me up to the rest of your decadent body. Your figure is incredibly enticing, everything about it. Not quite hourglass, but far better. Beginning from that adorable face I can never get enough of, down to your chest, and leading further down to that perfectly toned, and healthy tummy of yours. The way your torso seems to come to a subtle point leading to your incredible hips, down to that perfectly perky, round butt. Shortly after I think it can’t get any better, my eyes seem to follow your thighs and the way that they sit so perfectly, not too big, not too small. Everything about you, every thing enticing me more than the last. The images of what could be possible dance in my head. I later find myself further exploring those possibilities. I can see it now. You, me, the bed, and nothing more. You strip and reveal your olive skin, not too tan, not too pale. I find myself wanting to be all over you, give you everything at once but restrain myself in order to give you the fullest experience. I take a couple deep breaths, find my center. I find my face close to yours, staring in to your bright, emerald green eyes. I then begin to kiss the crane of your neck, and slowly leading down, leaving a subtle trail of kisses down your body, following your curves perfectly, and mentally making a map of your body. I hear you trying to hold back your laughs, your moans, your voice entices me that much more. I feel your excitement bubbling as my apprehension grows even greater. I don’t know what will happen, I only know what I want to happen and how I want it to happen. I need nothing other than the image of you lusting over me to remind me that everything will be okay. Biting your lip ever so slightly to tease me and looking at me with your eyes, and I keep getting lost in them. I can never stay focused on a single thing because each different aspect of your body distracts me and excites me even more than the last. I run my hands through your silky hair, feeling every strand caress the insides of my palms. Providing the perfect contrast of my rough, calloused palms, and your smooth, effortlessly soft hair. My hands seem to find themselves attached to rails as they trace your curvaceous figure, gently caressing your body, trying to find a spot to rest on, somewhere comfortable, somewhere soft, somewhere pleasurable. As I run my hands down your body, I feel you squirm a little, not out of fear or discomfort, but rather elation or anticipation. Your body is absolutely inexplicable. Everything is in the right place and just the right size. Your stature amazes me and turns me on, nothing holding me back from taking complete and utter control. You have no say in it, there is only us and I am the one who makes the decisions. You can try to be vocal but good luck with my hand covering your mouth and my other holding your wrists together above your head. You are mine. I pick you up and gently toss you onto the bed, ruining the once, perfectly neat sheets. I begin to tenderly, carefully, and sensually remove what’s left of your clothing. The tight cami shirt that once hinted and teased all your different parts now slowly glides across and over your body. The second your bra unhooks, I feel a wave of exhilaration washes over me and takes me away. From there I do not think of anything other than satisfying you in any and every way possible. I then wiggle your underwear off, and begin to tease you with the sheer thought putting my lips near yours. I continue with the subtle kisses and begin to tease you more and more, making you beg for it, making you lust for it, making you want it. It’s then where you have your sexuality and eagerness awakened. Your eyes glimmer in a way I’ve never seen before. You then start to boss me around a little bit, demanding me to strip as well. You begin to kiss me even more, running your hands through my hair, borderline biting my lips as we’re both gasping for air. We’re on the same page. Soon, there is no thought, only action. As our bodies begin to intertwine, I feel your nails digging into my back. I can see the concern in your face, but rest assured as I fucking love it. Do whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever you feel. I am yours as you are mine.