Petulant Flamingo

I always used to think my favourite sexual position was being taken from behind. As you once said, lips on the back of my neck, one hand on my breast and one hand in a more intimate place. Still sounds nice, but perhaps betrays my past need to drive my own pleasure. Now, with you, I'm not quite so certain about my preference.

I like the thought of you spooned around me, gently entering me as the early light filters through the curtains and we are still hardly awake. Your hands both holding me close and sleepily stroking.

But now I know the giddiness of a real kiss with you, now I love being face-to-face. I love the deep connection and your rapid breathing when we kiss. Your rhythmic suck of my tongue or lower lip. The love of tongue against tongue.

I can't resist the suck of your mouth on my nipple. You have magical skills caressing my breasts; it's like nothing I have ever known, a sensation that makes me dizzy with pleasure, eager and ready for fulfillment. It makes me brazen and fidgety, aching to feel you slick inside me.

I'm the happiest I've been in absolutely ages and it's all down to a lovely week with you - working together, playing together, making love together, arguing together, talking together, being quiet together, snuggling in your arms...