In that quiet moment, as clothes slip off and we step into each other’s warmth. My skin longs to feel yours, bare and unguarded.

As we settle into each other, your fingers glide gently over my skin. You trace a line down my breasts. When you suckle softly, I ache for more through my whimpers. Your hands find their way down. Your fingertips graze my belly. I want you to leave sparks of sensation with every touch. Moans escapes my lips. My breath catching as I feel you. Your hands claim every part of me.

Then, you pause. Your go lower. I want you to feel the proof of my need in my wetness. Slowly, you press forward, just the tip. You give me a taste of what’s to come. You know I want more - "Please." We share a look that says it all. Then you thrust deeper while pulling me closer so that my body molds against yours. My hands grip the sheets. My back arches as each deliberate stroke fills me.

Your breath is hot against my neck as you lean in. I want you to hold me tighter. You never break the gaze as you watch my every reaction, my every moan. With each thrust, I feel my body craving more, needing to feel you in ways that are unholy.

Then, quick shifting, you’re on top of me. My wrists down as you lean forward. Your weight, your touch, everything about you is on me. I’m lost in the intensity of it. I can barely breathe as I whisper, “Don’t hold back, not now, not ever.” With those golden words, we make a simultaneous climax. 

My legs wrap around you. Cum drips and spills out of me. You rest against me. I kiss your forehead. I let you know, in soft whispers, how completely you’ve filled me.

Well, in short - I need that touch. I need the feeling of being completely held. I need you.