Would You?

I look up at him and whisper, "Would you kiss me ..."

and he leans close and brushes his lips against mine ... soft. And then he smiles at me.

I smile, just a little, and whisper, "Yes ... but would you ..."

and then he catches my bottom lip between his teeth. He tugs gently, teasing just a little before he finally pushes his tongue between my lips and kisses me deep, pulling the breath right out of me.

I sigh and draw my arms between us, but he takes my hands and pushes them up above my head, and then looks at me as his fingers trail softly down the insides of my arms. They don't stop, but continue down, across my chest where his hands meet, and then separate again and trail down ... around, and then up over the twin swells and I shiver and whisper, "Dave," I almost whine, "would you pleeeeeease kiss ..."

and his fingertips flick gently against my nipples and he asks, "Where, baby girl?" I shiver and the breath catches in my throat as his teeth catch my rings and pull gently. I nod and arch my body up toward him, and he looks into my eyes as he wets his lips with his tongue ... very s-l-o-w-l-y wets his lips with his tongue, and then he kisses me.

Right there.

I sigh. A deep, soft sigh, and he pulls back and looks at me. "There, baby girl?" he whispers against me.

I nod and reach to pull his head to my breasts again, but he shakes his head and slides further down my body. I can feel his breath on my skin, and he lowers his head and kisses my tummy, a soft, gentle, wet kiss. Then he looks up at me.

"Or ... here?"

A deep shiver races up the center of my body and I reach for him, but again he shakes his head and catches my wrists in his hands and pulls them down to my hips and holds them pressed against me tight.

"Please," I whisper.

He smiles and lowers his head, his lips so close to my skin that I can feel his tongue moving around his lips as he wets them again, deliciously teasing, and then he whispers against me, "Please what, baby girl?"

I struggle to control the shivers.

"Pleeeeeeeeease," I whisper. "Please would you kiss me ... "

and he pulls my hands beneath my bottom and forces me to arch slightly up toward him, and then he kisses. A barely there kiss beneath my naval, and I moan as I try to rock my hips, to move them ... to arch higher. But his chin presses down against my pubic mound, and he pulls my hands further beneath me, so that they are cupping my cheeks. He places his hands over mine now and presses his fingers in around mine and together we squeeze my tender cheeks.

I can feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth moves lower ... soft breath caressing my skin, and I moan softly but it turns to a gasp as his lips press against the delicate folds of my skin.

He holds the kiss through my shivers, and then his tongue pushes out from between his lips and he presses it against me ... right there, and he moves his head ... gently ... side to side, and his whiskers brush against my skin and I arch up hard. He squeezes my hands against my cheeks and rests his chin ... right there ... and gently admonishes me.
"Be still baby girl! Be good ... be still," he whispers. "Tell me what you want."

I struggle to spread my legs, but he tightens his elbows against my thighs. His tongue reaches out and flicks across my skin and I shiver again. Need is coursing through me deep now.

"Please ... please," I whisper. Frustration mounts inside me and soft tears fill my eyes.

"Please what, baby girl?"

I feel his breath again, so warm. So very warm. I close my eyes and relax into his hold. He blows gently and sends the shivers racing. I arch. I meet his warm breath and then his lips.

"Pleeeeeeeeease ... please, would you kiss me ..."

and he does, just as I whisper, "there."

And the world explodes around me.