As the heat covers my body and my skin flushes, my mind wanders.
I'm laying on my side. I can feel you behind me. Spooning. Caressing. I love it when you move my hair off my neck and place kisses in my secret spots. Whispering tender words into my ear. Shivers race down my body. Making me want to shrink and be small. Yet struggling, fighting to hold still. I want more. God, yes.
More.
Call me by pet names. Tell me your desires. Your hands roll off my shoulders and grip my arms. Tight. Restrain me. Help me accept more of your kisses. More of your words. It is my desire that you make my body cry out with need. I bite my lip and stretch my body long. Pushing agianst you.
More.
Agony. Pleasure. Torture. My head and shoulders start to shake. I can no longer remain strong. I am loosing this physical battle. I welcome it. I can feel every pore of my skin. Every inch is alive. Screaming. Begging to be touched, caressed, devoured.
More.
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