Lying down, watching up

Inspired by Sannia

We’ve shared a quick smile before, in a slight dislivello as we acknowledged our pleasure in seeing each other again. The angle of affectionate engagement is different this time, however.

The smooth black flowingness of you, from floor to sweatshirt. Scanning in your shape to my desire. Hair, breasts, smile, a un-bird’s eye view of your details. Slowly watching the smoothness of your legs as they draw me up over the the sweeping darkness of your clothing to the hidden sweeping smooth purple darkness of your sex.

Your emphatically foreshortened allure.

In the semi-darkness, I’m sure she’s there; how pleasurably strange to exhibit my desire for something I cannot see. And I can see you changing too, small flickered shadows at the tips of your breasts. My hand reaching up to your leg, peaceful fingertips touching your leggings. Lightly to feel only the fabric, then presstasting you and the grace of your warmth. Fingers roll around your ankles, then calves, reaching round, palminggrasping you into my mind, then grasping you to come down closer to me, darling: I invite my lover to lower herself.

Requested and request granted, you slowly approach my face. As you near me, I pick up the sensations of your private life. First, the impersonal technical scents of your home: detergent and fabric conditioner, soon dissolving to bring me closer in to you. Then your perfume, rippling down off towards me (really, you scent your thighs too?) and with your knowing smile, shining as you see how I scent your body itself for the first time.

What do I find? Slight perspiration: the fascinating dignity of the way you discipline your body, wetness: your classically elegant desire. From bouquet to finish, my nose has just made love to you for the first time. My chest expands as I draw you into me, and my lover illuminates me with her loveliness, expanding into my mouth and belly as she searches out the spaces in me.