Lace Touch, Silent Love

While deciding what to wear, looking forward to spending the evening alone with you, I feel a dizziness overcome me, and feel goose bumps rising on my arm as your hand touches mine. Then moving past me to take a shower, smiling you say ‘I love you’, and as I undress a shiver runs through me as you speak those words. I put on a teddy with black lace trim, French cut legs that dip down to a V, just below the waist and is tied with the three little red ties in the front. The lace feels cool and smooth against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within me as I anticipate your arrival. The scent of lavender and pine from the shower clings to the fabric, mingling with my own natural fragrance, creating an intoxicating blend that heightens my senses.

I am unaware of your presence in the doorway as you come looking for me, your eyes traveling around the room until you see me, reclining on the bed reading. The light above my head shines through my hair, illuminating the curve of my breasts above the black lace as I breathe steadily. The book resting on my stomach as you watch, a classic novel about forbidden love, seems almost ironic given the situation. From where you are standing, you can see the gentle swell of my breasts above the black lace as I lift my arm to turn the pages and you walk over, kneeling beside me on the floor. The low position emphasizes the exposed skin and the tantalizing glimpse of what lies beneath the teddy. The soft, plush material of the teddy creates a sensual barrier, hinting at the delights to come.

Gently lifting a strand, twirling it in your fingers, enjoying its silkiness, I feel the hair on the back of your hand as it barely brushes against me. A shiver runs down my spine, a physical manifestation of the desire building within me. Sighing as my skin tingles, I turn my face and watch you with growing pleasure as your eyes travel the length of my body. The way you scrutinize every inch, every curve, sends a delicious thrill through me. Enjoying how I feel, as I watch you look at me, your finger lightly trace a pattern down the line of skin showing between the ties. The deliberate movements, the slow, measured strokes, feel like a promise of more intimate exploration. You move them around the lace at the top of my legs and touch the bare skin, framed only by lace on either side of my teddy. The contrast between the rough texture of your fingertips and the delicate lace is both intriguing and arousing.

‘How much reading do you have?’ you ask, your voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. ‘About a half-hour more, maybe a little less’ finding it hard to concentrate as your fingers slowly trail back up my body to my neck. All I can think about is, when are you going to undress me. The heat of your gaze intensifies, melting away any resistance I might have felt. You kiss me lightly on my cheek and whisper in my ear ‘I might read until you’re finished’, and walk away to settle on the bed beside me. Rustling the newspaper, burying yourself behind it, you create a physical barrier between us, yet the anticipation remains palpable. The scent of the paper – newsprint and ink – mixes with my perfume, creating a strange, compelling aroma.

My mind goes back to the last time we made love with a passion that stirred my soul and spirit, and sigh, turning back to my book trying to concentrate on the words. I don’t hear you get up until you return, stand next to me and ask, ‘Would you like some ice cream?’ ‘Thank you, that would be nice. Let me finish this page first’ and you settle back in your chair. Setting the bowl down loudly on the table next to you, the spoon clattering against the side, you look at me and shrug your bare shoulders ‘Sorry’. The sound of the spoon breaking the silence feels like a signal, a countdown to what I crave. Smiling as I close the book, silently crossing the room, I kneel down in front of you and lightly trail my fingernails from your ankles to your knee. Parting your legs slightly so I can rest between them, I peek under the newspaper and smile sweetly at you. ‘Eric, I’m ready for my ice cream now’. You drop the paper to the floor and picking up the bowl, spoon a big bite and holding it out in front of me until I open my mouth.

The ice cream starts to melt and runs down my chin, dripping on your stomach, running down towards your public hair. Flinching with the coldness, you laugh and wipe my chin with your fingers as I take your hand, slowly licking, seeking the sweetness with the tip of my tongue and circle your palm until the stickiness is gone. Then, looking at you suggestively, I glance at the ice cream on your stomach, and lick it with the tip of my tongue, moving my lips delicately across your waist as you squirm, draw a deep breath and shudder with pleasure. The coldness of the melting ice cream against my lips, combined with the sensation of your touch, sends shivers through my entire body. It's a tantalizing combination of sensations that amplifies my desire.

I move up the center of your stomach, over to each of your nipples, swirling my cold tongue around them until they become hard, my hands idly stroking your sides. Moving across your upper chest, I rest against your lap and through the thin fabric, feel the heat of your desire begin to stir and press against my body. ‘Only 10 more minutes my love, I promise’. ‘You tease’ you replied, tugging gently on a tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing the effect this gesture will have on me. The fabric release its hold on my breasts, my nipples grow taut, seeking freedom and your touch as you smile, whispering in a husky voice, ‘Back to your reading. I won’t interrupt again, not for the next 10 minutes at least’. Now it’s my turn to feel teased and sigh. We both know this playful game of taunting and teasing only intensifies our mounting excitement and I return to the couch. Moving slowly and deliberately, I bend down, punch the pillow and pick up my book, knowing full well that you are watching my every movement.

Feeling your loving caress and gaze move down my back, following the curve of my hips, resting on my scantily clad rear, I turn, open my book and settle down once again. My knees bent, one resting against the back of a pillow, the other idly moving up and down. I become absorbed in my reading, unaware of the effect of my movement is having on you. Swinging my leg outward, you catch a glimpse of my naked womanhood, framed by the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs and moan. The raw, vulnerable sight of my body sends a surge of heat through me, igniting my senses.

I try to read for about five minutes, but my thoughts start to wander and are no longer on the words, letting the book drop to the floor, closing my eyes for a moment and savoring the feeling of being in love with you. Unconsciously and with my eyes closed, I touch my neck with my fingertips, stroking and turning my face to one side. My hand moves down over my shoulder as I spread my fingers, tracing light patterns and comes to rest on my breast. I massage the nipple until it is hard in my palm and sigh, slowly opening my eyes. The gentle pressure and stimulation have heightened my sensitivity, making me crave more.

I look at you watching me with an intensity that shows your excitement and pleasure as I move to get up, embarrassed. But you cross the room, speaking gently in a whisper ‘Don’t stop sweetheart, let me watch you’ and sit beside me undoing another tie. My breath is getting quicker and deep inside I know I would like you to watch as I caress myself. Your hand softly touches my breast, the nipples growing swollen between your fingers. As you take my hand and place it with yours over my breast. The warmth of your hand combined with the touch of your fingertips sends waves of pleasure through me, making me tremble.

Then you move your hands over my body, between my legs and massage your palm against my shaved mound, parting my legs to your caresses and gentle touch as you softly whisper ‘You know how much I like to look at your body. Don’t you enjoy how you feel when I look at you?’ I nod slowly, enjoying the sensation of your caresses and calming voice. Untying the last remaining tie, easing the fabric apart, you expose my swelling breasts to your eyes as they roam, touching each part of me with only the intensity of your gaze. I feel a spasm between my legs and moan softly as I think of you watching me caress myself.

You move my aroused body to the center of the bed, and slowly take my hands in yours. Kissing each finger and taking them into your mouth, you wrap your soft lips around each knuckle, slowly sucking upwards as your tongue licks my fingertips. Then you place my hand between my thighs, gently moving it under yours, whispering ‘I love you, Trina.’ The intimacy of your touch sends shivers through me, solidifying my desire.

Tentatively, I move my hand above the waist, then over my breasts touching the side of my neck, and slowly rake my fingernails on the skin between my chin and my collarbone. Resting my head on the pillow, I close my eyes, abandoning myself to the sensations as I caress my body. My thoughts drift to the visions of you, imagining you growing harder as you watch every sign of my mounting passion in a way you have never seen before. I move my hands to the center of my stomach, touching the skin revealed in the opening of my teddy and I push the fabric further apart.

Sliding the straps down my shoulders, arching my back, until the wisp of lace are pushed down around my waist, my hands travel up the length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping them, massaging, caressing and working the nipples into hard peaks. My breath is coming faster, my excitement mounts and I am lost to what I am doing. Opening my legs slightly, I move one hand down; working it under the fabric I can feel the moisture from my excitement as I slide my hand down further. I run my fingertips over my shaved nakedness, and dip them into my wetness, moaning as I touch myself.

Moving my wet fingers to my breasts, I squeeze each nipple, feeling them grow hard under my touch and moan softly as I imagine your fingers caressing me, then touch my slightly open mouth, stroking gently back and forth across my lips, tasting my juices. Then opening my legs wider, lightly brushing my fingertips back and forth across my inner thighs, I feel the rising pleasure coming from between my legs. Breathing heavy and sighing, I call your name and hear a husky deep sound in your voice as your speak.

‘Yes, I’m here. Take the teddy off and let me see your nakedness’ and slowly I arch my back and slide the cloth off my hips, kicking it off as I part my legs, placing my hand over the mound, feeling it’s wetness against the palm. ‘Open wider, and let me see all of you, my love. Abandon yourself. Let go’, your voice betrays your mounting passion and desire. It gives me courage and my legs open as I begin to explore the soft folds between my thighs.

Easing myself open, pushing the lips aside, my fingertips slide easily into the opening and I moan as I touch the inside of myself, sliding my fingers in and out and feeling the pleasure building as you watch me. Feeling the softness and warmth deep within myself, I sigh and stroke my pleasure point, as each gentle touch, brings me closer to climax. Gently rocking in the motions of lovemaking, my hips thrust upward; I slide my fingers in and out and feel my orgasm begin. My legs remain open to your gaze and I feel myself shake and my cries fill the room as I moan with pleasure.

The first spasm of my orgasm begins to race through me with a new intensity. I am lost and unaware that you have joined me, until I can feel your tongue licking and caressing me. You push two fingers deep inside me, moving them slowly as your tongue probes my pulsing flesh, pushing me over the edge. ‘Oh Eric. Ooohhhh yes, release inside me. Fill with me your juices. Oh Eric’. I call your name as you feel my spasms deep within me and we share the orgasm together. Our tongues meet in a wet fiery embrace as you tense and I feel your hardness swell with an intensity that leaves us both breathless.

Your juices fill me with each thrust until you collapse against me, whispering my name, the dampness of our bodies mingling together as we are still joined. You tilt your face towards mine, our lips meeting in a gentle soft kiss and we stay this way awhile, enjoying the sensation of being locked together. Feeling our heartbeats against one another, I push the damp hair from your forehead, touch your cheek and kiss you gently. ‘Oh Eric, I love you so much’. ‘I love you too Trina’. Rolling off me, pulling you into your arms, we fall asleep against each other, our hearts and breathing as one.

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