Can You Drive Me Wild?

You want to ravish me, You want to take me. Badly. So very, very badly. You want to drive me wild.

You yearn to take me from behind. So I face the wall for you, and put my palms flat against its cool magnolia surface. Ease my feet apart, no more than shoulder width, and then press my hips back towards you. You’re not going to take my skirt off. You’re going to draw it up my legs. I feel it sliding slowly upwards, the hem hissing against my thighs as it rises. I feel the sensation of ambient air enveloping me, pressing against my flesh. I feel the material bunching around my waist, and know that your’ eyes are feasting upon the sight of my glorious ass, my legs, and the soft, naked skin above my stockings. You are driving me wild.

You’ll stroke that soft, naked, trembling skin with your’ fingers as you position yourself behind me. I can hear the crackle of your zipper as you draw it downwards. I can  hear the rustling of cotton you draw your’ aching cock out into the light. You are driving me wild.

You can’t wait. You won’t. You’ve no time for the niceties of foreplay today. You’ve waited so long for this, too long, and now you’re desperate to be inside me. Deep, deep inside me. You have to immerse yourself within the moist velvet of my most intimate heat. You have to.

I feel the electricity from your’ fingers as you peel the damp cotton of my panties away from my sex, as you ease them to one side. I feel your’ smooth and swollen cockhead nestling against my cunt for the very first time. And as you sweep my hair aside, as you press your’ lips to the salty dampness at the nape of my neck, I feel you enter me with one long, irresistible thrust.

I just stand there.I just feel you inside me.Oh fuck. Oh fuck. You are driving me wild.

Now you cup my face in your’ hand, turning me towards you so that you can kiss me, taste my mouth, taste my desire. And as our lips meld, your’ free hand slips beneath my jumper to cup my breast. Oh, can you feel my nipple hard against your’ palm, even through the cotton of my blouse and the lacy cup of my bra?

I lean back against you as you pinch my nipple softly between your’ thumb and forefinger, all the while still kissing me, still fucking me. I press my ass back against you; press back hard, so that I can take your’ full length, every last inch of you. All of you. Inside me.

Can you feel your’ flesh mated to mine? You are driving me wild.

I know how hard you are for me. Do you want to be inside me as badly as I want you to be there? Will you drive me wild?