[M4F] I Want To [Narrative] [Intimate] [Passionate] [Loving]

[M4F] [Script Offer] I Want To [Narrative] [Stream Of Consciousness] [Desire] [Passionate] [Intimate] [Tender] [Loving] [Mutual Appreciation] [Togetherness]


I want to wake next to you. Your delicate, quiet breath on my chest whilst I slowly run my fingers through your soft hair.

I want to take you in, breathe you in as we awaken. Your scent washing over me, your skin tingling next to mine as each tentative touch sends jolts through us both, our passions awakening with each delicate contact.

I want to see your eyes start to widen as I wistfully gaze upon your beautiful face. The subtle changes in your expression as each delicious possibility enters your mind. Your smile starting to form and, your lips starting to quiver as my hands continue their enticing path around your neck, back and hips.

I want to hear that first gasp as my hands change direction. My fingers tracing the curve of your hips, nearly reaching your stomach. I want to kiss you right then. To extinguish any lingering doubt of intention as my fingers flow nearer to their destination. To taste you on my lips. To hear your soft moans, from deep down inside as our tongues start to dart and flash against each other.

I want to look into your eyes as your face pulls away from mine in an urgent and involuntary motion as my fingers reach your wetness. A gasp. A groan. And that first incline of a smile, so deep. So passionate. So natural. As my fingers dance along your folds.

I want this moment to last, to have your face at this exact moment in my view forever. Your pleasure. Your desire. Your trust. But I also want to progress. Knowing that this pleasure can grow. Can magnify. Can intensify so much more.

I want you to lay back, and slowly close your eyes as my fingers begin to enter you. To close one of your senses so that the others can react. I want you to feel all of this. Unencumbered by the visual world. I want you to feel my breath on your neck as I softly moan onto your skin. To plant kisses on your cheek. To run my tongue up your neck to your chin. To taste you as I wallow in the wetness below.

I want to kneel now, gaining so much more access to your whole frame. My fingers swirling slowly in and out of your now soaking pussy. I want to kiss, and lick, and nibble every inch of your body, to let my mouth show it's appreciation of your physical form. I want your nipples to react in the way they always do as my tongue flicks and circles over them. Watching them harden as I quietly moan my delight.

I want to plant kisses down your stomach, feeling you start to twitch slowly as your focus starts to blur. My wet fingers now slowly running up and down your inner thigh. Your hips starting to tremble with anticipation as my lips move further downwards. I want to exhale slowly as my gaze reaches your cunt. Glistening. Pulsating. Ready.

I want to hear that first moan as my lips plant firmly on your lips. The guttural outpouring of your desire. Your lust. Your pleasure. I want to kiss, taste, caress and make love to you with my lips and tongue. Moaning deeply as I savour every delicious second.

I want your stomach and chest to rise and fall at my mercy as I hungrily pleasure you. Catching a glance of your body twisting and writhing at the deep sensations within. Listening intently to the changes in your breath and your feverish exclamations. Acting accordingly. For you.

I want to ask you. Quietly. But seriously. If you want me inside you. I choose the moment carefully. When I already know the answer. I ask not to gain consent, but to give you control. To empower that pleasure seeking within. To create an immediacy of anticipation. That urgent need, shared by us now.

 I want to enter you slowly. Deliberately. Fixing my gaze intently on your eyes. Your mouth. The initial, sudden gasp escaping you without warning or preparation. The ever so slight movement of your hips. Involuntary. Welcoming. Demanding. Your eyes widening further as your senses reconnect. Passion firing deeper now as you meet my gaze and moan.

I want to melt. To mould. To disappear inside and around you. To forget the world and everything else within it. To synchronise our bodies. Our minds. Our desires, in this mesmerising coupling of passionate expression. To forget ourselves and our lives for these moments. Ours. To recall and aspire to. Forever.

I want to feel our whole being start to rise. The urgent stiffening of synapses. The dizzying sensation of nerves starting to shred and explode. The air now filled with a primal and urgent crescendo of a mutually felt need.

I want to feel our closeness as your legs tighten their grip around my writhing torso. Your arms wildly roaming my frame as our bodies start to lock into position. The silent scream of eventual release, morphing uncontrollably into wild, guttural exclamations of the most acute pleasure washing over us.

I want to stay there forever. Locked together in an explosive, reality blurring state of being. But we both know it will subside. A mutual desire to maintain the closeness and connection now becoming the focus. As we stroke, kiss and breathlessly moan our delight at what we have just shared.

I want my senses to remain active. To fully injest the intensely intimate afterglow. Each and every giggle and breath. Each and every sigh. There, in your arms. I want to convey my thoughts. My feelings. My entire consciousness and gratitude of mutual existence. And I do. Silently. We both do. With each and every giggle and sigh. Together. In our bodies and our minds. Forever.