A Taste Of Spring
The season seems to be trying to change from winter to spring. Slowly of course, a few warm days, then back to not so warm.
On those days that tempt me with thoughts of Spring, I cant help but think of you, kissing me under the cherry blosseums. The sweet intoxicating smell of the flowers are as sweet as your kisses. We walk enjoying the display of new color from all the new spring flowers blooming.
When we finally return home after our walk. You pull me once more into your arms, kissing me deeply. Your hand caressing my breast. First gently squeezing then more intense.. You do love these tits.
You lean down and take the nipple into your mouth over my blouse and bra… biting gently then harder making me cry out softly. Our bodys pressing close together i can feel you starting to respond.
You scoop me up into your strong arms and carry me to the bedroom, gently depositing me on the bed. Your hands grab my blouse and rip it open, popping the buttons off. Then quickly pulling my pants off , then ripping my underwear off as well.. Gawd I wish you wouldnt do that some times.. giggling.. BUT oh the reward when you do..
I start to beg and moan…wishing you would quickly take me. But you have other things in mind.. wanting to hear me BEG, to plead… Ooooooooooooh you can be such a devil at times……… HOW I LOVE when you do this.