Do you know what to do with me…

She whispered in my ear, “Do you know what to do with me?”

“Yes I do, I could start with your ears and say something like, ‘You’ve been on my mind the moment you left my bed this morning.’ I could also take your neck and inhale your perfume and use my tongue to lick you like the sweet sexy flavors of whipped cream and maraschino cherries. I could also take my hands and pull gently on your hair, just like this.”

I paused to ask her, “Would like to hear some more.”

She says, “Yes!”

“Say please, say please me!” I tell her.

She starts to moan, “Please, please me!”

“I could take your breasts and suck and slide them in and out my mouth. I could place passionate kisses down to your stomach and tongue your navel. I could slowly turn you around bite you on your ass, spread your cheeks and use my tongue on your clit. I could get down on my knees and have you place one leg on my shoulder and slip these two fingers inside you deeply while flicking your clit as you try to slide down the wall.”

“Oooh,” she moans. “You’ve given this alot of thought haven’t you?”

“Should I continue?” I say.

“Please, but no more talking,” she replies. “Do every, single, thing, you just said.”