The Beautiful Man

Sometimes I think my obsession with Jon transcends all. This thought popped into my head and I had to finish it to completion, just so I could let the thought go. Jon IS a beautiful man. I wanted to express the FEELINGS I was thinking of, like when you are really next to that person. Their smell, the taste of their skin, their warmth. I am not sure I did that, but this is as close as I got. I hope you can get my drift.

The Beautiful Man was running his fingers lightly across my skin. Slightly calloused. I can feel the bits of skin, causing goosebumps. I was laying on my stomach, my head pillowed on my arms, my hair fanned out in disarray. Fingers follow my arm from wrist to shoulder, across my shoulder blade, following my spine to my lower back.

I stretched, my hands going out in front of me, my toes pointed and a low soft growl rumbled in my throat, letting him know how good that felt. His hand, already at my lower back, slipped under the sheet laying across my behind, and started caressing my derriere, squeezing, rubbing. His body was parallel to mine. Warm. Hard. Strong. It made me feel safe. Cherished.
The Beautiful Man leaned over and began to place soft warm kisses on my shoulders. By now I felt languid. My blood heavy and thick. Everything tingly and swollen. It was hard to stay still, as I was incredibly turned on, but my hips started moving, slowly, trying to find relief, wanting him to touch me at my most sensitve spot. I tried to roll over so I could give him access to my more sensitive areas, but he leaned against me, practically laying on top of me, and continued on.

No words spoken, none needed. The Beautiful Man knew what I needed, but was bent on driving me to a feverish pitch. Not inclined to grant me any release. His hands were now running up and down the closest leg to him, coming all the way back up, on the inside of my leg stopping just short of my pussy, leaving me wanting.

The Beautiful man was hard, I could feel him against me, occasionally he rubbed it against me. I smiled inside, he was needy, too. When he rubbed, I pushed back. Finally, with an indication from his hand, that had moved it's way to my stomach, he had me roll over. He tenderly put his arm around me and kissed me. My arms slowly went around his neck, my hands weaving my way through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower he had taken earlier.

I could smell him..clean..no perfumes..just his own personal scent. I licked him, just to taste his clean, warm skin. This beautiful man knew how to kiss. He made me feel beautiful and loved. His lips soft..warm against mine. Opening my eyes for a moment, I found myself gazing into his eyes. I smiled as I traced his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled and bent to kiss me again. I felt his warm breath feather my lashes as he kissed my eyelids.

In absolute need of having his mouth on my breasts, I grabbed handfuls of his soft silky blond hair and pulled his head down to my breasts. He whispered that he loved them, as he licked..sucked..nibbled..chewed. I whispered to him that I needed him..NOW. Always the gentleman, he accommodated me by positioning himself between my legs. His hips against the inside of my thighs.

He entered me easily, as I was that ready, sinking in all the way. He stayed there a moment, as he hugged me tight, whispering love words in my ear. His voice, so sexy, smooth and husky, almost made me cum right then. I wrapped my legs around him and moved my hips. He then started a wonderful rhythm. Pushing deep and slow, pulling almost all the way out. Since he was well endowed, I could feel him stretching me, hitting all the right G-spots along the way. I ran my hands up and down his back, finally resting them on his biceps, my nails digging in. My beautiful man increased his speed, moving harder, and with moans of ecstasy the two of came.

The Beautiful Man moved to lay next to me, holding me close, whispering in my ear, "I love you."