That first time we get naked, I’m going to do some exploring.
I don’t mean the first time we have sex. That’s always going to be something rushed, beautifully urgent and completely primal. There’s going to be no lights on, barely time to get the clothes off. That’s going to be something altogether different. But the first time after that, when we’re a little more comfortable with one another, that’s when my hands start to be something other than just tools to throw you onto the bed and pin your arms above your head.
I’m going to start with the obvious areas, for obvious reasons. I’m going to run my fingers between your legs, to feel your cunt against my fingers, see how soft you are, whether I can feel the faintest of hairs prickling against my fingertips. I’m going to run my thumb against those sensitive little hole, because I want to watch your face when I do. I want to see whether you smile, or if your lips instead form an ‘O’ of surprise.
I’m going to grab your chest. That is unlikely to be soft, or gentle. It’s just how I like to do it. I’ve got big hands, and I want to see if I can have you fill them. See if I feel your nipple pressing hard against my palm. Delicate caresses can come afterwards, but for now I want to grope.
I’ll press fingers against your stomach, too. Five points, each dimpling, each feeling the hardness underneath the soft. I’m a little in love with that hardness, a hidden strength that you do such a wonderful job of keeping hidden.
And then I’ll touch your face. Feel it like the blind. Learn every inch, because I want to know you with every one of my senses. We’ll get to the smelling and the licking in a minute, but for now I just want to feel.