She turns her naked back to me.
She is not rejecting me.
She is inviting me in.
She knows it.
I know it.
We begin the dance.
Horizontally, but a dance nonetheless.
My fingers stroke her skin and rummage through her tussled hair.
They shift to her front,her back still turned from me,I find her nipples.
In each fingertip,surging lust.She likes her nipples pinched and pulled, though she’s never said as much.
She’s a quiet dancer, skilled but happy for me to lead.
I kiss the back of her neck,lifting her hair as I do so.
She is finding her rhythm.Subtle movements and subtler sounds.
Reaching behind her,she grabs my hardness.
The dance gaining pace.
Minds whirl, choreography is forgotten.
Lips and limbs move without thought.
Moisture finds its way between us.
Friction is reduced.
Fingers and tongue search for the source of the moisture.
They know it starts where her legs meet.
Legs open wider.
Allowing not one but many fingers in.
A fist joins the party,uninvited but still welcomed.
We are dancing together but also dancing alone.
Building,always building towards the final dance move,before we bow.
You’ve done this dance before.
In your own bed
In a car.
In open spaces.
With partners that can dance.
And some that only think they can.
Take your bow.
And some that only think they can…. What a punch at the end. Nice weekend starter.
I enjoyed this…there is something insanely beautiful to me about touching each other’s skin.
Touching and being touched is natures way of saying….’ I understand ‘.
Doesn’t always require sex but good sex always requires it.
Thanks Raven for your comment 💋