onedeadpoet:

I love holding my hand RIGHT HERE. You know what’s coming, my fingers sliding painfully slowly on the sides of your wet, needy lips…maybe just on the outside of your engorged clit. But not yet. The longer I wait, the more sensitive you get. My strong hands secure here, where they belong. Owning this. Protection you. Biologically, there’s so much going on in your head right now that you’re not even aware of. You begin to squirm, hoping to get even a little bit of stimulation. But it’s easy to follow your movements so my hand remains rooted here.

“Steady…” I say into your ear, giving your neck and collarbone some attention as I kiss my way down to your breasts. “We have all night.”

My middle finger gently begins teasing just inside.