Free The Secret Journey by Paul Christian Page A

softness of a woman. Does it surprise you that I can be
gentle, honey? Does it surprise you that I would touch you with
tenderness? Let me run my finger over your nipple, just enough to
tease it to attention, let me marvel at your response, at your
gasp, at the way your body moves involuntarily.
    Lick your fingers and tease it with your
slick finger tips, feel me kiss it when you do, feel the warmth
spread through your body, feel my breath on your skin. There’s
something so special, so close about kissing your nipple. Offering
a breast is such a maternal thing to do, it’s the maternal
thing to do, so warm and generous and right. Slide your hand to
your other breast, tease that one too. Let me cup your treasures,
let me appreciate the feminine wealth of you.
    Lick your lips, touch them, run your fingers
over them, feel me kiss you there, gently, gently, barely there.
Let me make you want it, let me make you lean forward to be kissed,
firmly, sensually. Feel me explore your lips. Yearn for it, feel
your pulse pound in your throat. Trace your hand down, over your
delicate chin, over your neck, back down to your breasts where your
nipples are stiff and pointing, needing the attention back from
your lips, slide your hand down further, ribs and belly, so soft
and female, and let your nipples ache again with their need. Feel
the swell and curve of your waist and hips, feel the round fullness
of your delightful ass.
    A woman is a beautiful thing, the beautiful thing, and you are a woman of infinite beauty right now.
Run your hand down to your smooth, curvaceous thighs, feel the heat
and humidity at your crotch as you go past it, feel your cunt
swelling in response to your touch, to my touch.
    Yeah, honey, this is what I want. I want my
hands on your responsive body. I want to be looking in your eyes
while my fingertips explore you. I want to drink every gasp, every
motion. I want the sensation of your skin against my lips, firm and
yielding. I want to scent the arousal wafting up from your
moistening cunt, and I want the knowledge that your clit is stiff
and getting stiffer, swelling in anticipation of the moment that
I’m going to slide my hands right up between your thighs and revel
in your wetness. That moment is coming, honey, coming soon, but not
just yet.
    First I want to kiss you, so turn your head
to your shoulder and kiss it the way I would kiss it, gently,
teasingly, inhaling your scent again. Feel it, feel my arousal at
the wonder that is you. Kiss your arm, little butterfly kisses down
to the crook of your elbow, give it little nibbles with your lips.
Tongue the sensitive fold there, lick it, taste yourself, salty and
fresh, and oh, so female. Do you know what it does to me to taste
you like this? Imagine what it’s like when you catch my scent, so
fundamentally masculine, so powerfully directed at your most basic
instincts, and you’ll understand what your scent does to me.
    And now, now is the time to slide your hand
up to your hot, wet pussy, slide your fingers over your eager,
pulsing clit and up in between your slippery folds. Feel the
thrill, feel my thrill at your arousal. Close your eyes,
picture your hands on my cock, feeling it swell, growing hefty
under the weight of my desire. Feel the response in my groin as I
realize that yes, I have you right here, right now, and yes, I want
nothing more than to be inside you, deep, deep inside you, so deep
it hurts, so tender it makes you cry.
    So my instinct is to not waste time, to take
you hard and fast, take you now, now, now , but I’m going to
wait because this time isn’t about fast and furious, this time I
want to make you wait, make myself wait. This time I want to give
you everything. So this time I’m going to rub my fingers, your
fingers up and down your juicy, tight slit until you’re going crazy
for it, begging for it. Feel the pressure building up honey? Feel
your hips starting to move all by themselves, pushing up, thrusting
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