Playing with my breast

In the chilly air we stand,
Seeking warmth, hand in hand.
With my shirt unbuttoned light,
My exposed breast catches his sight.

His finger licks wet with care,
Around my nipple, icy air.
Longing shivers through my core,
Yearning for so much more.

One breast exposed to the breeze,
Nipple standing, firm with ease.
His finger weaves through the night,
Causing floods of sweet delight.

Methodically, he traces slow,
Circles round as I muffle my moan.
Desire builds with every touch,
Longing for his hand's warm clutch.

He bends his head ever so slight,
Wetting his lips, a tempting sight.
Gasping as he takes me in,
Sucking, swirling, pleasure begins.

Stars explode before my eyes,
His touch takes me to the skies.
But I'm not ready for it to end,
Eager for more, I tremble and bend.

Shifting positions, revealing more,
The other breast he begins to explore.
A soft nipple turns hard and true,
His wet finger teasing through.

I moan against his neck so sweet,
As he pinches, lifting my seat.
Dipping his head, he takes me again,
Whispering, "I need you within."

Pleas and moans escape my lips,
As arousal continues to eclipse.
All around, the world fades away,
Unequivocally lost in our play.

Circles and circles, his finger moves,
Hypnotizing with lust's grooves.
Icy cold against my skin,
Yearning for warmth to be brought in.

First one nipple, then the next he attends,
Whimpers and floods, my desire ascends.
As we stand and depart from the cold,
I guide his hand, so he may behold.

I let him know, with passionate fire,
How amazing his touch did inspire.
With a grin, he licks his fingers so sweet,
Assuredly saying, "I know, my treat."