Consume her scent that reminds me of a long walk through the lavender fields in southern France.
She slips my pants down, and undresses herself, before her palms cup my face, and she kisses me with tongue in such a wild embrace it sends a heated shiver through my body.
I explore her body with my hands.
Grasp her. Trail over it. Feel it.
I have longed for her so much.
She pushes her leg between mine and up.
Her hand wanders down between my legs.
I roll my hips against her touch.
I am burning.
Burning for her.
She enters me with two fingers while kissing up and down my neck.
She fucks me with her fingers. And I moan as she bites into that spot right above the collarbone.
This entire moment is so hot that trembling waves run through my core.
Her moan, shudder, clench. But she doesn’t stop.
She just keeps the rhythmic sliding. Kisses me.
Kisses down.
Knees.
Licks me.
I am close to coming a second time. I don’t even know if the first wave ever stopped.
I have this desire to touch her. Feel more of her.
I sink down to my knees.
Sit down.
Pull her close to me.
Our legs are crossing and sliding sideways into each other.
Her hot clit rubs against mine as we roll our hips against each other.
She leans backward onto her arms and throws her hand back. Gasping. Moaning. Completely letting go.
My legs are shaking from the orgasm building in me?—
And then, she moans so loud, shudders, freezes, breathes, pushes herself up.
We stare into each other’s eyes.
Panting.
