More Than Words

There are times in life when you don’t intend on taking things very far…
When you decide that all you want is an embrace, perhaps a caress and then you find that you need so much more…

I can’t tell you where my mind was exactly as I massaged his back.
It was somewhere between the rough waves pounding on the beach in front of us and lost within the stars that shined brightly above us.
From somewhere beneath my hands, a deep sigh of satisfaction emerged from where muscles relaxed and a warm body leaned into me.
I instinctively smiled at the bright eyes that looked up at me from the head that rested on my shoulder and I mentally weighed the limits of how far I wanted things to go.
Before I could come to a decision I was told by the observer that I think too much and had my lips brought down to a silencing kiss had I said my thoughts out loud.

I let go of reason as slowly and deliciously he moved his lips against mine.
I lightly touched his face to get a better taste of him when I felt him take possession in the strength of the hand that pulled my neck closer.
When time loses track of bittersweet tortures that can be applied to the neck, you know that you better keep focus if you want to maintain control…
The kiss, caress, nibble and even light warm breath holds the power to place you on a roller coaster ride headed for the edge – straight into the danger zone with all the alarms going off.
Every nerve and sensory organ in your body tells you that you’re alive and you find yourself being pulled into a body as heated up as your own.
Leaning into a deeper kiss I knew that I either took control or allowed myself to be taken by control…

I like it on top…
And once I’m there – I show no mercy.

I find that the slightest of movements can cause the risk of eruption so one needs to keep them just at the right pace…
Pulling the shirt from his pants slowly causes the anticipation of soft hands and curious fingers that mean to explore ever inch of the desired areas… delicately… as if they mean to sculpt it in future.
Lips will linger where fingers once trailed and hands take their time exploring the conquered geographical territory.

You realise that things are intense when all skin has become sensitive to the touch, having doubled its temperature in what starts to feel like liquid heat.
When lips search desperately to be kissed, when your body moves into the rhythm of a horizontal dance and your breathing can be heard, the battle of senses is close to becoming the war within steamed windows.
Each risk and defend, neither wish to surrender first and the built up tension seems to last and last just below the boiling point… Wars with no losers… both are fighters and lovers… both determined to pleasure… to delay… neither want to give in first…
Pin her hands over her head…
Grab him by his belt; sway your hips to move with his…
Lightly kiss her sides, nibble on her stomach…
Whisper in his ear; tell him how you like to be touched…
Pull her… Pin Him… Touch… Move… Rub… Tangle… Here… There… Everywhere!…
It’s like dancing in every other position.

Surrender…
Some give it up fast,
Others seek to the delay the pleasure…
Nowadays few are those that require those three little words…
Perhaps they’re meant to tease;
To make the moment special by delaying it with practised patience…
Is complete surrender possible without them?
Or is an orgasm just an orgasm?

As breath and heartbeat return to normal, I start into his eyes as he holds me possessively to him.
He smiles at me whilst trying to read my thoughts
“What?” when he finds no answers.
Smiling at him and at myself, I wonder if the man who I’m looking at is in fact the man I see…
A delay in response provokes punishment by tickles that result in the air being filled with giggles and laughter.
A woman’s heart is a treasure chest of secrets that are lost when she gives a man the key. I believe that this is the mystery men seek and in fact – it’s better they not know. Some things, only a woman can understand.