Closer

My skin is cool against his lips.
I feel him pressing against me. Holding me tighter and tighter.
I feel his need, the same as mine, residing deep inside of us. You can smell the desire in the air.

The heat picks up but does not warm my skin.
His flesh against mine is the only cure for cold.
Wrapped in his arms I feel nothing but the heated passion emanating from out bodies.
Closer.
Closer.
Yet not close enough.
I want more.
I want him deep in the recesses of my mind and body. Knowing without saying a word.
I love how he knows my every inch and how to push the buttons that turn me on so.

His lips press to mine and I glide my tongue across his lower lip. A moan escapes.
Low and soft. It's beginning.
I climb into his lap with my legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him ever closer.
My lips move to his neck, ears. The taste of him lingering in my mouth. I love the sensuous and salty taste of his flesh. Returning to my lips, the hunger builds inside me as I rock back and forth, the friction causing us to want to rip away the last bit of clothing.
I kiss him and pull him up allowing myself to go back and him to roam my body freely.
His hands on me cause me to shudder.

The heat builds ever still.
Anticipation.
Eagerness.
Desire.
I want it.
I feel it.
I have to have it.
We play a game with our mouths as our bodies intertwine. Dancing our own dance to the music.
Sweeping the hair from my face, he lays me down.
He is there.
Ready.
I wait.
My breath still in my lungs.
Unmoving.
It seems like hours before I feel him deep inside of me.
I open up hungrily to allow him more depth. My back arches against him making him lean up and look down. Smiling, I wrap my legs tightly around him.
Squeezing tighter.
Laying on the lee of ecstasy.
Moving deeper and deeper still, I feel him reach places never before felt.
I clutch him tighter as I bite down on his flesh. The saltiness returning to my tongue. My lips to his ears I cry out.
I'm there but I want more.
Don't ever stop.
Letting go would be a sin.
Tighter I hold him as he thrusts deeper into me. A final thrust before explosion.
Seeing stars.
The heat between us so strong, I can taste the sweat from his forehead.
He holds me tighter still, unable, unwilling to let go.
Tighter.
My breath catches in my throat.
How can one man make me feel this way?