Desirous talk comes from your lips. Whispers of promises. Naughty thoughts and deeds all streaming off your tongue. Your mouth produces a staccato of dirty words mixed with insinuating thoughts. I listen. My tongue crosses over my lips, wetting them, as my body warms to your words. My thighs squeeze together slightly masking the growing wetness pooling between them. I wait.
I wait for your words to become physical. I wait for your words to cross over and touch me with their consonants and vowels. I need to feel them coursing over my body just as hands on flesh. I want the harsh tones to bite and the sensual tones to caress. I need to feel your filthy dreams drip off my tongue and dribble down my chin to drip onto my breasts. I want to be able to rub them into my skin so I can totally absorb you. I need to feel them all. But I wait.
My own hands crave you. I tell you so. I tell you my erotic thoughts and hope that you can feel them. My breasts against your flesh. My hard nipples brushing past you ever so softly. My mouth on you. My tongue swirling. My nails scratching hard down your back. The sting of my hand as I spank you hard. Can you feel it? Do my words manifest their strength into what I need you to feel? Does the force of my desires pin you to the bed unable to move against them? I tell you more and hear your heavy breaths. Your arousal so clear and I know you feel me. I speak again. Another slew of vulgar utterances slap you hard and your breath leaves you from the impact. Feel me.
I can feel you.
The hot moist breath on the back of my neck causes me to stir. You're here now. I can feel all of you. More words are exchanged and my skin is alive with your touch. My body aches for more and I tell you so. Your mouth caresses my skin. My nipples stand hard and erect and your lips move over them. Pulling each one into your mouth, caressing and biting with your tone. I gasp. Your words drift down my body, smoothing over my soft skin and between the folds of my sex. You invade me, pushing roughly inside and I gasp again. Your own arousal taking over and bringing me with it. It starts. Slowly. Pushing inside and drawing back out, your lips emanate the sounds I need to feel. I breath heavily. Your voice hovers inside my head, all around my body, inside me, deep inside me and I groan. My body opens to you and I feel the growing heat of my wetness spread to your mouth. I can't wait.
Your tongue pushes me hard and I succumb to it. My body feels your monologue over every inch. My flesh responds. My own mouth cries out from the ravages of yours and I let you feel what your promises have done. Words, hot and wet, beckon you to join me.