Soon, I felt a pair of lips softly kiss my neck. I couldn’t speak, could barely form a thought. There was nothing I could say, really. Aerin had taken me to heights that I’d thought only existed in fiction.  My nerves were still twitching and my arms and legs were useless, but I felt a deep need to touch my lover the way she’d touched me — to try to make her feel at least half as wonderfully as I did now. She continued to cover me with soft licks and kisses.

I felt a surge of love and energy come from somewhere deep inside me, and I kissed the hollow of her throat when she adjusted her position to half lie above me. I remembered from last night how much she’d like being kissed there. She arched above me and I moved my lips across her clavicle, and then over her chest and smiled inwardly when I heard her draw a sharp breath in. I licked at her pulse points, and then kissed my way up the side of her neck, over a pulse point, in that area and then whispered in her ear,”You are amazing.”

Aerin shivered, and asked hoarsely, “Did I make you forget …”

She didn’t need to finish the question, as I moved my kiss to her lips and answered, “Yes, baby, didn’t my body tell you that?”

Instinctively, she dropped down, fell to her side, grasped my waist, and drew me closer. She captured my lips as I threaded my fingers through her silky hair. Deepening the kiss, we explored each other’s mouth. Tongues came out and rubbed against the other, dancing and fencing, vying for control of the kiss and then finding a balance this time, so that neither of us was overpowering the other.

I felt for and filled a hand with one of her glorious breasts, reveling in their fleshy, silky feel and firmness as I rubbed the nipple with my thumbs. I broke our kiss, feeling a deep need to lavish attention on her breasts. So I slithered down her body, and clamped my lips around the taut, pebbled peak. Nibbling, sucking and rimming it, I reached for her other breast, to give it equal attention. She arched into me and moaned.