When his lips touch mine I don’t have any control over my thoughts or body. All I know in that moment is him. It makes me feel wanted, sexy and needed. So enticing I can never get enough. I know that at that moment I’m his and he can do what he wants with me.
His hands, oh his hands, big strong hands, them beautiful hands.
They work as a team touching me in the right spots.
Making me travel to ecstasy.
Between the kissing and the touching it drives me crazy.
He works my body like he knows exactly what to do.
Like he’s known it for years and familiar, when really it’s all fairly new.