Midnight Ride

I dress you in one of my button down shirts that you wear around the house — one recently worn. The collar smells like me, and your favorite fragrance, the one you gave me for my birthday. It’s long enough to be a mini dress. Unbuttoned, I can pleasure you anywhere you want. We’re going to lovers lane, and neck in the car. You know I won’t stop until you shiver. Knowing that excites you. Your lover needs your ecstasy, and hopes the starlit night helps give you a big one.

I roll the top down. The night is glorious. The moon has nearly set and the Milky Way is bright. Aquarius, the zodiac sign of your lover, is prominent overhead. To the North, Pegasus flys across the cosmos. Our Cadillac flys through the night: the wind is in our hair. My shirt buffets your bare breasts, blowing blasts of air across your nipples. The dashboard lights can’t hide your beauty. They’re just bright enough for me to admire the bud of your cheeks as you smile, and the curve of your hips and thighs. Your beauty is vivid in my mind — just a hint excites me.

I turn off the lights. Lovers lane is black. Bright stars pierce the midnight indigo overhead. We sit in the back; you lean on my chest. My beautiful lover reclines in my embrace. The setting moon backlights your profile. It reveals the mesh of the yellow window pane threads which model your figure. I am at peace to hold you. My firm, soft hands physically emote the safety and love that I want you to feel. Soft kisses punctuate my contented sighs. Your soft lips kiss me back.

My caresses flow over your curves. You finish unbuttoning my shirt, as you thirst to feel my hands everywhere. My hands stay soft. The object of my love is to be lavished — not ravaged as an object of desire. My caresses turn into fondles … cupping and splayed fingers wrap and massage your breasts. Our kisses become ardent. My hand reaches between your thighs — I need to prepare you for your release. I suck the base of your neck, as I cup and massage your vulva. My large hand completely covers it, softly rubbing and squeezing her lips together. The length of my long fingers reaches you opening, as the heel of my palm presses on the base of your clit. I keep tending your vulva until you drip on my middle finger.

I suck my index finger to wet it. Slowly I press it into you, twisting as I press. I press in until my knuckles can go no further. I keep pressing and twisting. As my finger gets wetter and wetter, it becomes time to add a second finger. I slowly pull it out. I add my middle finger to my index finger and slowly press the two of them in. I partially withdraw them and press them back in. The fingers twist as they slowly withdraw and press in. I start twitching my fingertips. Twitching fingers pass over your gspot. Relentlessly, they keep plunging and twitching, passing, over your gspot in a steady rhythm. When you start to gasp, they stop twitching. My hand and lips lavish you with attention as you catch your breath.