woman, even by accident.
I’d like to go slow, really I would. I’d like to
enjoy every moment, feel her in every part of me
and let her know how involved I am in this thing
between us, how much I want to be only hers now
and tomorrow.
As long as she’ll want. But Erin is terribly
excited. She moves against my body, eager and
impatient: she can’t wait.
Thanks hormones, may God bless you.
I caress her legs in all their length with my
hands on her thighs; I smile, pleased, and lay her
down before she can say or do anything, my lips
touch her intimately.
Her flavor makes me lose all of my senses in
three seconds. I try to control myself, to be careful
and delicate but she’s not allowing me to. She
grabs me on the back of my neck pushing me
deeper inside of her.
And it’s something I’ll never forget. How she
tastes, this intimacy … And I’m not just talking
about sex. I’m talking about something more
profound, more powerful and extraordinarily
intense that I’ll never be able to put it into words.
And when I feel her pushing against my mouth
in search of more contact and letting out a gasp of
liberation, a new kind of shiver runs up my spine,
making me shake.
I give her a moment to recover from the waves
of pleasure wracking her body, before going back
