We are so close to one another. Each blatantly invading the other's space, a wall of electrically charged energy making our breath come in short gasps. It is warm, I can feel the heat from your body moving into me, as blood rushes to my head, my face becoming flush with desire. Our eyes are locked together, searching. I feel your gaze uncover my soul, the very core of my being, and I have never felt so exposed before, so utterly naked. I jump, as your fingers first contact the skin of my forearms, following the curves downward, to my wrists and you take my hands in yours. Our hands intertwined, exploring, memorizing each line, intimately tracing each digit, working together finding each others strength, connecting us.
A bare fraction of an inch separates our bodies and time comes to a complete stop as we continue our erotic dance. It is amazing how aroused I am becoming, locked together by eyes and hands, I feel as though I cannot get enough air. Nervous, or is it excited, energy flows through my stomach, and, yes, the amazon begins it's flow between my legs. I can feel your sweet breath on my face and I yearn to taste your lips. A gentle breeze glides past us, caressing my bare legs beneath my skirt, sending yet another chill through me. I hear the steady lap of the rivers water against the rocky shore, and feel the cold steel of the bridges rail in the small of my back as you hold me captive in your strong, unforgiving, arms.
You step closer, and bring my hands, still wrapped in yours, behind me, pushing my chest out towards you. My nipples, already hard from the slight chill in the air, feel the heat of your body through the fabric of both our shirts. I moan softly when I feel the tickle of your stubble against my cheek, leaning me back further, you are now in control of my balance, in control of me. Your warm, wet, tongue traces the curves of my ear, your breath heavy, your lips kissing me softly, driving me wild. I can feel the heat of your very erect cock pressed hard into my thigh, and I try desperately to rub my mound against your swollen member. You grin, your, oh so evil grin, and whisper "patience" as you continue to ravish my neck with attention.