Handsy

Searching for you in the dark. Did you turn off the lights? Did you blindfold me? My hands stretch out. I can sense you just before I touch you. My fingers touch your bare flesh. The small of your back. You are faced away from me. 

I move my hands up across your back. Finding where the darkness ends and you begin. Or is that the other way around? I brush the hair from off your neck and rub your shoulders. You sigh softly. It's a good start. 

I move to envelop you from behind. Your breasts are a handful. They'd be more than a mouthful, but that would wait for another time. I give your nipples a slight tweak. You laugh. Every time I grab your nipples, you laugh. Why is that I wonder? I knead your breasts gently.  

I move again into a simple hug; wrapped around your waist. The hairs on my chest tickle your back. My cock presses against your ass. Lower now. I feel your heat, resting my hand outside you. But my need takes over. 

My fingers find your clit and you gasp. I hold you close against me; one hand on your breastbone, the other inside you. You writhe against me, wanting more. Three fingers probing, slipping, thrusting, trying to find your secret spot. Your breath catches. My hand grows wet. You fall back against me. 

Still I hold you. Never letting go.