BeForeplay

When she came to me, puzzle piece complete. She was more than half of me for certain. A Louisiana Purchase and I copped. I am. And she? Doubled, doubled my ease, e's to a tee like perfection.  Came to me threatening my affection.  Her previous Mack's and Gents cause her over-packaging. But tonight ...I had time to get through them all.

Started with her parka...waist-length and fur collar.  Didn't know Woolrich could fit so snug. First layer I commence, time to open up. She lifted her head slightly and lightly her eyes followed...at my chest, my neck, she followed my goatee closely as it framed my two for-yous.  Next, to my eyes...she tried to catch mines- searching for my intent. I ain't look back "keep guessin'." My sly smirk was full of conjure. Brought my hands up to her neck and her eyes on I like ions opposite my charge.  My appetite sings the seance... her bodies stuck, still, she's silent. Her eyes drawn to my every move. Follow my left hand to her zipper as the right sits in her neck finger by finger...scales the length of her neck up to the back of her short cut...fingers twirl and such, on a group of curls a light tug. Left advances down unloosening tooth by groove, past her chest and down but not too soon- or too fast.  Simple, smooth and subtly seductive.  Now the Woolrich is open, both my hands at her hip. Pull her in a little closer, she's holding her breath again...smiling at this.  Lipped the lobe of her ear so that she could exhale then breathed in with her and out, made her match mine as well.
Brought the sleeves from her shoulders, down her arms, off her hands, looked over to the couch, tossed it on the floor instead. Might need the space in case we don't make it to the bed.
Threw her arms over my shoulder she took her hands to my head. Seven buttons on her shirt and I started at the bottom instead. Un one undo two, her inny said "peek-a-boo." Un three, undo four, more then half if you're keeping score.  I left the three...there at the top...crept on a knee and when she saw me stop she reached for thee... remaining three and I pulled them to her pants and I said "Look Ma, no hands." Then I returned back to her pants. Took the tail..of the belt...out the last loop that held it tight...through the buckle, pulled out the pin and then I pulled the belt completely off her hip. Button-fly jeans, super slim fit these, holding her legs tight as I'm going to be. Face to face... with the top button. Pull and push, second and third for comfort. And my smile grows... at what I see, my favorite spot smiles back at me. And no... It's not what you think... Over to the right and up about three...inches, there..just above her hip. The deviant half of my conscience must have marked it with a target...so I killed it with my two-for-yous then she inhaled and stumbled too. I sensed my senses five at a time take in her reaction to me taking my time...saw the skin on her hip and tummy grow tight...heard her heartbeat creep down her left side...felt her skin grow warm resonating from the core and I smelled her core roar in preparation for some more...my lips tasted, after all the action, the same as my nose smelled, like a coming attraction. The scent was faint at first when the parka hit the floor,  as the shirt's four unbuttoned, the scent then came a tiny bit more. Now the desire to take my time has turned into all-out burden, fighting my senses, I'm growing senseless trying to keep my calm working.  Back on my feet, giving me feet from the scent's source, I return to her shirt's buttons, three remaining if you're keeping score.  Un one, undo two and three she's watching me...waiting for the burden to kill my cool, she knows her milk did her body good.  She knows what's going through my head, all the ways I'll make the puzzle pieces connect.  Take two fingers, to her lip replace the fingers with a two-for-you quick. Take the fingers down her chin, aside her neck and her head lifts. She's responding to all of this...no resists... just permits. Fingers reach her breastplate and the black bra's twist lock.  Black on brown skin, would be black on brown crime if I were a cop.
Take my hands to the side of her pants and dig inside at the waist's base... outside her black, lacy, silky, strings...no good for moisture must be ruined, poor things. Pull the pants' legs down her thighs... she grabs my shoulders and holds them tight. I take a nibble of her inner thigh and one on the right to even out the small bite. I hear her take another breath...feel another shot of heat and 2 rounds of scent on deck.  The jeans to her knees, down the calves to her feet. Unzip the boot on the inner left for the right one... Same thing on inner right and then there were none.  Took her leg by the thigh and gave it a slight lift ...to pull the jeans off her feet, one thigh and off they went.
Now its black on brown skin, short cut, hands in mines and I finally let mine get lost in her eyes.  Shaped like a teardrop turned sideways and stretched a bit..I can see the brown in them. I see myself in them. She smiles with her eyes and then her lashes blush in reaction...her eyes have me trapped in, holding me tighter than her hands can.  Her eyes are the reason that I'm here, the visual attraction that brought me to... and her lips, like two slices of bliss, well they definitely are responsible too. And I want to give her my two-for-yous, my two-for-hers, but her eyes won't let go...I'm stuck in them listening to her pleas, they're like subtitles to her desire's show. They say "Reg, please don't let me go...the way I feel right now? I just want you to know, I'm full of fear, previous pains from the ex XYs still near...but the way you hold me and pull me close?, the over-packaging it flew with my coat...you tossed it away, you take me away....I can feel your warm running through my veins." Her eyes tell me this and I cannot look away.  She senses me trapped and leans to, real close to my two-for-yous. I take her two into my two, slide to her one of the bottom two and take it all... I want some more. I paint her top and bottom two with my one, then inside for some, I take her tongue into my two, slide back for a taste.. Lick my lips as to digest the kiss. She sees this and gets jealous and tries to steal the taste off mine. Take the sweet of my top...sucks the bottom, every drop and we continue this cycle, the taste exchange. No music, no words, no lights...Tonight.. no more over-packaging, just the promise of two puzzle pieces connecting and reconnecting in complete satisfaction....