anticipation // female desire

Start at my toes. 

Get to know each one, then move, like a whisper, to my ankles, my shins. Pay them the attention they rarely receive. Let your fingers linger in the soft flesh behind my knees. 

Then go back to my toes. 

Press your palms to my palm, fingertips to fingertips. Search out the pulse at my wrist, the way it flutters, hummingbird light, the way it quickens when your press your lips to it. Snake up my arms as if with no destination, too dedicated to every velvet inch. Stop at my shoulders; admire their form. Kiss your way down my collar bone, my neck. 

Then go back to my fingers, my toes. 

When you come to my face, let your lips explore everywhere but my lips - my eyelids, my cheeks, my hair; kiss my nose, my jaw, my chin. Trace every contour with your fingers, memorize the flush that spreads from my chest to my cheeks. Sigh into each of my sighs.

But still don't kiss me, especially when I beg for it. 

Attend to my ears; skim their edges. Murmur your every desire. Describe exactly how it will feel to press yourself into me, how you like the heat of your flesh against mine, how the shape of my mouth wakes you up in the night, wanting. 

Bite into the flesh on my neck, that place right under my pulse, where I'm the most humanly delicate, and tug unrelenting, at fists of my hair. Don't hesitate; don't apologize if I cry out. Dig your nails into my back; do all you can to leave me open and aching. 

Trail kisses down my sternum, under my breasts, paying careful attention to every rib and freckle. Lick that space just under the soft curve of my belly, along the edge of my underwear. Grip my thighs as they were meant to be gripped - firm and strong and wanting - and press your hips to mine, hard enough to feel the wetness accumulating at my center. Smother my lips with yours; invade my mouth with your fingers, your tongue. Leave me no room to breathe; leave me bruising. 

Make a trail down my body, biting the softest parts as you go. Take time with each thigh, kissing closer and closer to my cunt, your breath heavy and warm against it. Tease your way around my clit until I am arching and clawing and pleading to be devoured. Make me certain it's coming; thrust your hips hungrily against mine, trap my hands against the bed.

Then go back to my toes.