Kissing

I enjoy kissing a lot.

Making out and creating the build up to more is so fun and exciting. My body craving you, wet beyond belief in anticipation.

But I also enjoy the sweet kisses you give me on the top of my head when you come up behind me and I'm doing something you don't want to distract me from.

The gentle kisses of forgiveness on my forehead when I've fucked up and can't bring myself to look at you.

The passionate kisses with your fingers weaved into my hair, pulling my head back to give you the exact angle you want, controlling me and my ability to seek you out when you pull away, leaving me wanting and at your mercy to give me more...or not.

I imagine you doing that, pulling my hair and twisting my neck back to meet you in a kiss as I sit at the piano or at my desk working at our house. That most welcome distraction from whatever else has been absorbing my attention.

But my favorite kisses? The ones on my neck. The gentle sucking that won't leave marks but that literally leaves me quaking under you in want. The feeling of your tongue against my skin. God how I can't wait to feel your mouth on me.

And to feel your skin under my mouth. My kisses making a path between your shoulders when I come up behind you and your shirt is off.

The kisses that start on your mouth, sneak up to your ear, then down your neck, down your chest, lower and lower down the familiar path that only ends when I'm on my knees with your cock in my mouth...your favorite kisses maybe?