Instant Gratification

You stand before me by the bed looking intense, with purpose.  Your body, your pose is seduction, defining it with your femininity.  You want something, and yet you also look vulnerable.  It's alluring, the combination, the contrast of  purpose and risk written on your face.  Although . . . it's not really risky, because truly how could I turn you down?  Ever.  How could I reject you looking like the divine heavenly/earthly creature that you are.   It's impossible, it would go against all laws of nature.

I see you.... wearing your black silky panties inviting me to worship that which I already worship more than any religion or deity.  Your skin, milky white, like satin, so smooth and creamy.  Your eyes are deep blue, and your hair is the same color as your panties.  This look is biologically and chemically attractive.  My brain cannot deny it.  My pheromones shout it out.  My cock feels an instant warmth in just the site of you. Yes, it's more than alive.

Walking without hesitation toward you, our lips connects.  Eyes in deep connection. As we stand facing each other my hand reaches forward and slides underneath your silk and into your other lips feeling your hot cunt with my fingers.  I slide my fingers very gently on your lower lips while biting your upper lips with my teeth.  You gasp.  You moan.  It's too much too quick, but you asked for it, and I feel the gentle release of your warm lubricant on my fingers, as your cunt spills its delicious sweet sex.  We continue to stand facing each other.  My cock is at full strength, and my fingers sliding between the folds of your wet pussy.

Unbutton my jeans.  Don't tease me!  This is instant gratification and I want your gratifying hand on my cock.  Squeeze me.  Listen to me moan as we continue to kiss each other.  My fingers work to elicit your juices and I began to push upward toward you, finding the inside walls of your pussy.  Don't!  Don't move.  I am fucking you now furiously with my hand gratifying that insatiable urge your cunt feels for touch, for fuck.  The only acceptable movement is your hand stroking my cock vigorously.  Up and down, faster, faster, grip it harder.  I lean in toward your chest, targeting that succulent nipple and I suck.  Hard.  One hand fucking you the other hand holding the back of your curly dark hair tight.  Holding your head exactly where I want it, I see that you are about to cum.

How else may I gratify you lover?