Climbing

When we're almost home and you give me that look that you give me, you know the one, I know just how far inside the door we're going to make it. Not very. I know you're anxious to get upstairs but I'm more anxious than that so I reach for your hand and when you turn I motion for you to sit, here, on the landing, and you do and at the foot of the stairs I start pulling those high heeled boots off of you. The ones that give your ass that certain tilt that drives me insane and causes me to almost continually rest my palm just right there. I think that's why when you gave me the look I was already looking back.

Then those bare red toes to my lips because I can't resist and you must be as eager as I am because you're already fumbling with your jeans and when you get them past your hips I take over gladly and before you know it there you are baby, right there in front of me all pretty and bare and from what I can see, very ready. I watch your eyes find me, very ready. I can't help it, my jeans have to wait, I have to drop to my knees and kiss my way up from those toes across that ankle and up your calf to your knee where I stop and look up because I want to see that look again. It's a much more intense look now so I drink it in and continue my way up that creamy skinned leg and I'm pretty sure you whimpered when my lips touched the top of your thigh, but then again, my ear was pressed to your other thigh so I can't be sure. But when I turn my head and find you with my tongue, yeah, another whimper, so I just lick you into a full moan. You lift your legs and they fit perfectly over my shoulders just like my tongue fits perfectly right there, and right here, and in here. I nudge you back into the corner so you can see us in the mirror and I wish I could see too but not bad enough to take my face from here so you just watch for both of us. Now I can hear you and you're far beyond moaning which is more than enough incentive for me to take what I've wanted all along and take it I do. But that's not enough so I take it again a little more insistently this time.

I put my hat on your head and tell you that if you climb the stairs on your hands and knees and stop right about there and I get on my knees behind you, right there on that step, I do believe the height will be just about perfect for me to slide all the way inside you.

It was.

Later in bed, with your head on my chest, I tell you I how right I was about the heighth thing. You nod an uh huh and raise up and straddle me and say.....let me show you what I'm right about.

And you did.

And you were.