Surrendered Senses

Touch

I lean in just enough for you to feel me before you fully register it.

My breath grazes beneath your ear

slow,

warm

intentional

The kind that makes your body react before your mind can catch up.

Then I touch you.

Soft. Controlled. Never rushed.

My fingertips trace your neck like I already know what it does to you, like I’m reminding you instead of discovering it.

I feel the shift in your breathing

The tension building

I follow it down, steady and precise, letting anticipation do most of the work.

My palm settles against your chest

Firm and grounding.

Your heartbeat gives you away instantly.

I move slow…matching it with my breathing

Subtly taking control of you.

Setting the pace you’re going to feel whether you mean to or not.

I come closer.

My Nipples graze you…

My hand drifts lower

More deliberate

Claiming your waist and pulling you closer like it’s already decided.

Your body meets mine.

Heat to heat

I don’t move away.

I let you feel it.

I let it sit there.

I look into your eyes.

My nails barely graze you, just enough to make your muscles tighten

I make you wait for more that doesn’t come right away.

One hand slides down your chest , not rough, not gentle, just certain.

Guiding.

Placing you exactly where I want you.

You feel that, don’t you

The control

The pause

The way I don’t give you everything at once

Close your eyes.

Let it happen.

Let every small touch take up more space in your mind than it should

I want you focused on nothing else but what I’ll do next

you ask yourself “ how much further will she take me.”

You sit down in the chair behind you

I gently straddle you

But…..

I don’t rush.

I build.

I take my time feeling every reaction and using it

Letting it grow until you’re wanting more

I keep you right here

slow

controlled

letting that tension tighten…

until it almost breaks 🖤