Good Gravy I Want Him!

when He wants me i quake...my desire rising hot and sharp...filling me with shivers of anticipation and flooding heat...
 i open to Him..my knees bend as i drop slowly to the floor...sensory overload from want...my eyes close and i can barely breathe...
His hands are rough as they delve in my hair...tightening twists of tendrils and time begins to tick...tick..tick...slowly..slower...slow...slow...slow...each touch driving a new moan from between parted lips...i crave His taste...
He stands before me..legs wide...He pulls my chin up...i look in His eyes...and see the burning there..the spark of fire that signals lust to course through my veins...

He whispers...words i cannot repeat for they are mine and mine alone...as i am His...alone...
i nuzzle in to His hip...that warm crevice of His scent and drink Him in...breathing..deep..deep...deep...my mouth open to absorb...soaking myself in Him...Him...His scent..His...
my knees begin to tingle from the hardness of the floor...the wood creaking beneath my weight..the old floor shifting...slightly...my hands begin to thread gently along his thighs...

oh fuck...this is making me far too horny to continue...that's the problem with want...with desire..with circumstance and distance..it's fucking frustrating! i'll be back when ive gotten laid...
Emily...