Her body is soft, smooth and supple, resting limply against mine. Her breath, once a ragged panting, now has evened out into a gentle rise and fall. She snakes her hand across my stomach, encircling my waist with her arm, sinking deeper into my body. I feel my eyes growing weary of being open, beckoning me to follow her into the world of dreams. I wish I could step inside of those visions, find out if I have any role to play there, if she thinks as much about me in her sleep-induced fantasies as I do every waking hour. But within seconds, my eyes snap open. Her fingertips have sneaked underneath the hem of my sweater, tracing little designs of sweet nothingness on the skin of my back. Her mouth moves to the base of my neck, her fingers busy freeing the buttons from bottom to top. She kisses the outline of my collarbone, pushing my top open, until she reaches that spot: the junction of arm and collarbone. She sinks her teeth into my skin, knowing exactly the kind of throaty moan her actions will elicit.

I remember the first time she found that spot, also the first time I realized it existed. My body jerked so violently, I hissed and moaned so loudly, she had to look up at me to make sure I was alright. Once our eyes met, we smiled at each other and then she kissed, and bit, then kissed again, making me writhe and giggle; literally giggle. But now she breaks away, pulls me up by the neck and slowly peels away my sweater. She kisses my eyes, my hair, caresses my arms with her hands, then pushes me back down, finally bringing her lips to mine. Im anxious; I part her lips and plunge my tongue into the depths of her mouth, twisting and sucking on the sweetness of her tongue. I feel her begin to pull away, put I hold her still, clinging to her skin and her gilded hair, desperately savoring this kiss of hers. She gently cradles my face in her hands, pushing my lips away with a smile. And then she begins her journey, slow and maddening. I try to continue touching her, but she pushes my hands away, tacitly requesting that I just let her have her way.

Her touch is an electric shock that ripples through my body, setting every hair on end. Her lips, her hands travel over every inch of skin, reverently placing a soft kiss there, gnawing with her teeth here, teasing me with phantom touches. My eyes close in frustration at her pace, designed to pain me with pleasure. She finally reaches my jeans, and in one elegant, fluid motion she removes them. She places her mouth on me, sucking me right through my soaked lingerie. I gasp, nearly cry, and find it impossible not to tangle my fingers in the silk of her hair. I want her to love me, but I want to see her, I want to kiss her, and I want to look into her eyes when she pushes me over the brink. I know its selfish of me, especially after how I thwarted all of her attempts moments ago. She begins to pull down my panties, sliding her fingers across the slickness of my *****; I splay my palm on her neck, tugging her upwards, with a breathless, T. Shes not as cruel as I am, she doesnt have the heart to refuse me, and so she slides her body up against mine, positioning her delicate hand between my thighs.

Baby, she whispers into my ear. As she slowly guides her fingers into my body, I look down, watch my arm slide across her back. My dark skin contrasted against the milky white expanse of hers, dotted by mesmerizing constellations of pale auburn freckles, leaves me breathless. I feel her moving inside me, and my hips move to the rhythm of her hand; little whimpers escape my lips in time. One hand digs fingers into the valley between her shoulder blades, the other clutches her wrist, the one connected to the hand that bears the fingers that move inside me so perfectly. In and out, rotating left and right, rubbing me up and down until my very core is aflame, igniting a shuddering in my body that doesnt subside until my voice, her name, is echoing throughout our house. I pull her closer, pawing blindly, wanting to feel every inch of her against every part of me as the aftershocks wrack my body. She kisses along my jaw, and I can feel her smile after each one. And then I can feel her renewed arousal dripping down my thigh, and my weariness evaporates. I look into her eyes, pushing her hair aside to make sure I have her attention.

She caresses my chest, gently smoothing her fingers over the hardened nipples. I kiss her lips, still keeping my eyes locked with her deep brown orbs, and dipping my hand in the moisture that has collected between her legs. She grins at my wordless plea, allows me to push her down onto her back. Its going to be one of those nights that doesnt end until the break of day