The Whole of You

I have to know.

I have to know what it feels like to hold you, to mix your warmth with mine in a tight embrace. I have to know if your perfume is sweet or smoky and if it changes when hot lust runs through your veins and your skin blushes when we’re close enough to touch. I have to know if your heart pounds so heavy when you’re in my arms that I can feel it against my chest.

I need to hear.

I need to hear you say you want me. To whisper your dreams and fantasies into my willing ear as you perch atop my thigh, your feral heat almost burning a hole through our clothes. I need to hear a moan escape your mouth for when I tell you that I’ll indulge those desires, wholly. Another moan when I say I can’t wait to bite your bottom lip. One more, louder and from deeper within, when you feel my blood swell and my cock strain against your leg.

I long to feel.

I long to feel your kiss. Your mouth crushed against mine, swapping smiles and spit as we silently ask each other ‘do you want to fuck me?’ even though we’re both already safe in each other’s answer. I long to feel you shift your balance and remove your top in one swift double-handed flick, releasing your breasts and, with them, a slightly nervous giggle. I long to feel you slowly slide my glasses from my face, squeezing your glorious tits together between your biceps and holding them there as my focus adjusts to the Baroquesque scene in front of me. I long to feel your fingertips run through my chest hair, across my excited nipples and down towards my thighs, palms resting against my tensed legs as you tease every second out of the air and make me wait.

I crave.

I crave to taste your sweat on my lips. To gently nuzzle the nape of your neck, to caress your taut clavicle with the tip of my tongue, to trace my way to a stiff nipple and gently tease it with my teeth.

I crave your flesh in my hands. Exquisite softness beneath my palms, passing power between our bodies and connecting our circuitry, drawing us deeper into each other.

I crave your cunt on my mouth. Proud clit aching. Slick folds vibrating. Hungry hole clenching as I lick and suck and kiss and envelope every inch of your glorious, worshipful sex until you’re grinding against my bearded face and shuddering with sodden joy.

I crave your come on my tongue.

I’m desperate for you.

I’m desperate for you to place your lips on my engorged dick and moan around the steady pulse in your mouth. For you to search every vein and ridge with your insistent tongue, darting back and forth over the curve of my cock-head.

I’m desperate for you to back yourself up onto my probing fingers and let them sink deep into your ravenous cunt, arching your spine to let me squeeze my fingertips against your sweet spot as I circle against the soft, acquiescing flesh.

I’m desperate for you to fuck yourself against my hand whilst you swallow my thickness, the wet slap of my palm on your plump lips synchronised with your relentless mouth on my cock as you undulate between them.

I’m desperate for you to deep throat my length and feel your pussy tighten around my persistent digits as a jet of lust bursts from you, soaking my arm and spraying my face. I’m desperate for you to do that again… and you do.

I yearn for you.

I yearn for you to mount me. To slowly lower your sopping self on to my twitching dick. I yearn to see myself devoured, inch by inch, in to your glistening folds, the deep-seated feeling of completion overwhelming every sense we’re sharing. I yearn for you to lock eyes with me as you raise your hips releasing my cock just to the tip, maddening and exhilarating all at once, and hold there. Smiling. Sweating. Stunning. I yearn for you to plunge yourself back on to the whole of me, our hips crashing together, skin slapping, matted hair meeting, tits bouncing and arms straining, over and over and over until every muscle is on fire. A glorious, glowing celebration of our bodies and just how good they make us feel, how alive we make each other feel. I yearn to hear you pant and gasp and curse as you fuck me, to hear you say my name over my grunts as your cunt is filled with my come, to hear the squelch and your squeals as you meet your own ‘little demise’, your face scrunched as your nerve endings flicker and spark, your skin flushed as the waves of elation wash over you, your heart trying to escape your chest.

I yearn to hold you against me in the aftermath. Soaked, dripping, drained and spent. Laughing softly, kissing gently, wondering who will move first and reveal the mess we’ve made of each other.

I yearn for you, for the whole of you, because I cannot have you.

(C) SP Erotica 2026