Your free hand begins to stroke my chest. Your fingers find a nipple and begin to tease. You know now the effect this will have. You remember.   You raise your head and find my ear with your mouth. You begin to suck the soft flesh and your tongue dances in and out.   My hands are free to roam over your body. Instead, I pull you closer. Your mouth excites me and I don’t want you to stop.   As I pull you closer, my arm drops and my hand searches for your skin. I can’t reach you because my arm is trapped under you. My hand can only reach the sweet soft mound of your ass.   Do I dare?   As if sensing my frustration, you change your position slightly. My hand finds your firm, round ass and you squirm with encouragement. şahinbey escort Your body says, “Touch me there.”   Still, the black silk of your nightie separates us but I can feel the heat of your skin once more as I caress you. I hear your breath quicken as you continue to play with my ear.   Your body shudders and you pull me closer still. My free hand caresses your back and I feel your skin above the fabric of your night gown. The strap is loosely hanging off your shoulder and my hand travels down your sides. Skin, fabric, skin. I love your skin. Yet there is a strange excitement in caressing you where your skin is out of reach. Beneath the silk.   My hand travels down your side. I can feel the softness at the side of your breast. I want more. Through the silken sheath, my hand finds your nipple. I touch you there and your heartbeat quickens. Races. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect.   And you clutch me tighter.   At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to give you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!”   But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down your arm even further. As I do, you crook your arm and the impediment is removed. Your breast comes into full view in the dim light, your nipple, dark against the alabaster skin of your breast. Inviting my touch. Inviting my mouth. Inviting my tongue.   I am in awe at the perfection. God made you a woman. God made you a perfect woman. God made you a desirable woman. And God gave this perfection to me. At this moment. In this place, God brought us together for one purpose. To share in the pleasure that you give to me and I give to you.   My fingers find your nipple. As I gently stroke, gently pinch, my mouth waters. I want to know the taste.   You touch yourself, cupping your breast from beneath, offering it to me, offering it to my lips to devour.   My fingers free your nipple and my hand goes to your back. I pull you to me. My lips find their way and I suck. Your nipple, pliant and ready, is drawn between my lips and my tongue flutters over its tip.