Tonight

I want to be made love to tonight.

Not fucked. Not hurt. Not fucking. Not hurting.
Not tonight.

Tonight, I want arms around me, touching me tenderly. I want lips gentle against my skin.
I want to be made love to tonight.

Usually, my idea of sex, whether on top or bottom, is pretty rough. If it doesn't hurt, it's not much fun.
But not tonight.

Tonight I want to feel your fingertips skim along my sides, down the ticklish skin of my abdomen. I want your hand, large and warm and flat against my belly. I want your finger gentle on my breasts, cupping them and savoring the heft and weight of them. I want the tips of your fingers brushing across my nipples until I gasp and sigh and arch into you.
I want your lips against my neck, gentle, so gentle, and your breath warm against my skin. I want to moan and sigh, and press the heat of my body closer to you. I want your lips hungry against mine, your lips pressing into mine- not taking my mouth but asking for it. It's that asking that I will give to, will open my soft lips and give you the heat of my mouth even as my legs and sex part for you as well.
I want to kiss you as your hands run up my thighs while I open them to you. I want to feel your fingertips running along my pussy lips, and hear you inhale my warmth and scent. I want to feel your finger press into me until I whimper and moan. I want you to finger me until I writhe and reach for you and pull you into me.
I want to feel your cock stretching me slowly as you press into me. I want to moan and move around it until I adjust again to the size of you, and then I want to feel you thrust into me.I want you to make love to me- not fuck me, not hurt me. Not tonight. I want you to make love to me slowly, tenderly, until my body clenches around you and shudder and whimper and cum.