What is it about you?

What is it about you that makes me want to sit on you backwards? Is it the way you look?  You are appealing.  Or the way you speak? You are funny and intelligent. Or that you listen?  You listen.  Or is it your irresistible eye crinkles?  I like those. 

I want to hold you in your seat with my whole body, the inside of my thighs on either side of the outside of yours.  My tits in your face.  My arms 'round your head.  We don't even have to be naked.  But that'd be fun, too.  

If we were naked, I'd want to do more than sit there.  No need for small talk, "Nice weather we're having."  "How about them Braves?" "What is the average air speed velocity of a laden swallow?" 

If we were naked and I were sitting on you backwards; warm, soft skin in full contact, I'd also like you to lick my right nipple -- take your tongue and circle it, then suck it.  Take each of my breasts in your hands and alternate your attention from the right to the left and back again.  Shove both together, no need to be gentle here.  Pull hard and release.  Use your teeth:  the sensation is salacious...titillating...  

While I'm deeply straddled across your legs, your dick wanting attention against my snatch, I'll grind my clit against it -- plowing up and down, giving it pressure as I rut.  Is that dirtier than actually fucking?  Humping my clit on your dick -- forgetting thoughts for a bit -- just the feeling of rude rubbing.  I'll want your cock after I've come.  It's right there.  It's a matter of convenience.  Slide forward a little.   

Maybe it isn't so much about you as it is me.  What is it about me that makes me want to sit on you backwards?