Your hand holds mine. Your lips touch my fingertips. Your eyes hold mine, locked with intense heat and the promise of passion.
you touch my face, grazing my cheek, cradling it in your hand as you pull me closer into your embrace. With a tenderness so powerful, you hold me to you, and gently kiss my forehead, each of my eyelids, my cheeks, and the tip of my nose. Looking into my eyes and smiling, you lean into me and take my lips with your own.
Slowly, gently, you combine our lips. I trace your bottom lip with my tongue and you use this gesture as an invitation to probe deeper. You intensify our kiss. Our tongues dance wildly as our arms tighten around each other.
I feel your hands slide up my body. As one hand rests on my hip, pulling my hips into yours, your other hand travels to my hair. You grab a handful and pull my head back, exposing my neck.
Your mouth leaves mine to kiss my neck. Keeping my neck open, you kiss, lick and bite everywhere. The hand you had on my hip reaches up to grasp my breast. Pinching the nipple through my clothes, you push me back against the closest wall.