The Thinnest Veil

There is nothing between us but a thin layer of fabric as you step behind the curtain and wait, patiently, for me to undress.

I remove my garments slowly, savoring the quiet energy of the room. The warm, low lights and still air immerse me in this moment.

I slip beneath the coverings on the table and you return to begin our ritual. It is clear we are both ready for what is ahead. I can feel it in the way you breathe.

There is nothing between us but a thin layer of fabric as you pull back the coverings to reveal my skin. My body does not resist when you place your hands upon me, coaxing surrender from my form.

I attempt to steady my breathing as your fingertips glide over me, pressing from my mind thoughts I dare not speak. Your movements are measured and respectful. My thoughts are anything but.

“Touch me more”

“I want you inside of me”

“Worship me”

My arousal radiates in waves as you lean so very close to assist my stretch. “Do you feel when my body can’t help but shudder?” I wonder as you draw back to cover me once more. The tease is exquisite, but I want more.

There is nothing between us but a thin layer of fabric as you push and knead so close to my arousal that I know you can smell it. It aches so beautifully at the thought of your touch drawing closer until your hands are upon my most sacred place.

There is nothing between us but a layer of cloth, and I want to feel your skin.

I want to know where you hands will go if I give them permission to roam.

And I want to know if your mouth will follow.