Walking My Baby Back Home Tuesday
It was Tuesday night and I was walking my baby back home. We had just finished dinner at a local diner and I was determined to make it back home before the sun had set. I wanted to make sure we had plenty of time for some special alone time before the night was over.
I walked next to my baby as we made our way home, my arm wrapped around her and my fingertips trailing gently along her curves. We talked and laughed, just enjoying one another’s company and the anticipation of what was to come.
I could feel her body heat radiating against my skin and my pulse started to race in anticipation. As we reached the end of the street, I saw the silhouette of my apartment building up ahead. I pulled my baby toward me, my hands sliding around her waist and pulling her tight against my body.
I looked deep into her eyes, my heart beating faster with each passing second. I placed a tender kiss on her lips, our tongues entwining and our bodies pressing together. She felt so good in my arms, her body soft and yielding.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone before. I wanted to make love to her, to make her feel things she’d never felt before. I wanted to give her pleasure and take her to heights of passion she’d never imagined.
I wanted to make her mine. I wanted to show her how much I loved her and how deeply I wanted her. I wanted to show her that I had become hooked on her and that I wanted her more than anything.
We walked the rest of the way home in a passionate embrace, my hands caressing her body, my lips tasting her skin. As we reached the door to my apartment I scooped her up into my arms and carried her inside.
We collapsed onto the bed, our clothes shrugged off by eager hands. I kissed my way down her body, taking a moment to admire her beauty before finally reaching my destination. I kissed her most intimate area, my tongue exploring and tasting her.
I felt her body shudder against mine as I explored her with my tongue, her hips grinding against me in pleasure. I let my hands do the talking, tracing lines of pleasure along her body, feeling out every sensitive spot that made her moan and quiver with pleasure.
I continued my exploration, allowing my tongue to make its way up her body, finding her nipples and teasing them with my teeth. She moaned louder and louder, her body writhing in pleasure beneath my touch.
I shifted my position, pushing her thighs apart and positioning myself between them. I teased her clit with my tongue, feeling her grow wetter and wetter with each movement. I felt her body tense with anticipation as I entered her.
I moved slowly at first, my thrusts gentle as I built up momentum. Her moans grew louder as I increased my pace, her hips meeting my every thrust with wild abandon. I felt her orgasm crash over her body as I increased my speed.
Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breathing deep and heavy. We lay tangled together for some time, until the last of the night’s light had faded away. I kissed my way up her body, my lips lingering on each of her curves and valleys.
Finally, I reached her lips and kissed her deeply, our passion still lingering between us. I felt her body relax as I pulled away, our lips still close as she looked deep into my eyes.
“I love you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She smiled and nodded, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
“I love you too,” she replied.
And with that we curled up in bed, content in the knowledge that we would never have to be apart again.
The End.
