Her tongue trails up along my spine; hot, wet, and soft from the small of my back to the nape of neck. I try to squirm, but her hands at my shoulders and her knees clamped around my hips keep me pinned beneath her, a prisoner of her desire. She places her open mouth over my ear, her breath moistening the right side of my face in uneven spurts. She moves her head, burying her nose in my hair, and I can feel her lips caress my neck. She inhales deeply as if its the last breath she’ll draw and she wants it to be filled with my scent, that my perfume lingers on with her into the next life. She kisses my skin along the angle of my shoulder blade; slow and deliberate is her path, and I know its going to be one of those nights. Her jeans scrape against my skin, indenting my hips and buttocks with the grain of the fabric. I try again to break free, but she presses her chest into my back, bringing her lips back to my ear. Her soft cardigan sweater rubs against my bare back as she begins to move her hips rhythmically. Its not by accident that Im lying here face down on our bed, naked, while she hovers over me, fully clothed.

I dont know how long she was standing there; all I know is that she scared the ***** out of me when I opened the shower door. She was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, staring at me. What are you looking at? I ask through a chuckle, but my voice belies my thumping heart; her eyes alone have unnerved me. I tighten my towel and pretend to ignore her, stand in front of the mirror, inspecting my flushed complexion and keeping her in the corner of my eye. I rub lotion onto my left elbow and feel her eyes boring into every inch of my body. For a split second I lower my eyes to look at a rough patch of skin, and thats when she makes her move. Swiftly, she ensnares my waist with her arms, slipping a hand inside the towel and grabbing a hold of my skin.

She presses her lips to my shoulder, still moist from the shower, and sucks on it gently. I try to turn to face her, and she picks me up, cradling me in her strong arms like a child. I caress her neck with my hands and my lips, powerless to do, say, or think anything else. I can feel her warmth infusing my body, and its delicious and soothing. The hot shower I was relishing just minutes before cant even compare to this, to her. She places me on the bed, and naturally I roll over onto my stomach as she finishes ridding me of the towel. She never gives me the opportunity to turn over again, and I realize what that stare was about. She wants me, wants to touch me, wants to taste me and all at her own expense. These nights come up unexpectedly: I may be standing in the kitchen, watching TV, or reading by the pool. But these nights always end up the same way: me a helpless captive of her passion and love.

I feel her ragged breath on my ear again; shes trying desperately to tell me something, but the intensity of the moment makes her voice shaky, transforms her syllables into whimpers. IIloveyou, she finally utters, and our breaths mingle with our simultaneous sighs. She smoothes one of her hands down my side, taking time to trace my ribs with her fingers, then rests it on my hip to return her lips to my neck and my shoulders. She bites and nips, licks in little circles, all the while squeezing my hip anxiously, anticipating. She presses her face into my wet hair, stills her own hips, and slides her hand around my hip, and Im ready for her. I was ready from the moment I felt her eyes branding my skin in the bathroom. She places her hand over me and gasps as her fingertips gently caress, gliding in the liquid heat shes created. Tina, her voice is husky, deep and I feel it echoing through my ears. Her voice does what no amount of kissing and touching from someone else could ever accomplish; I want her inside of me and I try to squirm to communicate my need, sighing her name. She presses her cheek to mine, slips her free arm under my neck, wrapping my shoulders in her embrace. And she slides inside my body, slowly, gently, lovingly and with the hesitation that comes from gratitude of being able to love me like this. She glides her fingers in and out, and my body pulsates all around her. It shivers and quakes with her touch, tempered only by the shower of kisses on my face.

Her hips remain motionless. This is all for me: her hand thrusting, her lips caressing, her heart beating so fast into my back. And when she utters her hundredth I love you I feel it, building like a tidal wave deep within me. I moan loudly, and I feel her chuckle, filled with mirth at my obvious pleasure. She spreads her knees a little, loosens her hold so that I can writhe and twist and fully enjoy what shes bringing about in my body. I begin to move into her hand, into her body, turn my head so that my lips can meet hers, show her in some small way that I love her just as much as shes showing me. I try one last time to turn over, but she wont have it. She pushes me down with her weight and moves her hand faster, deciding to postpone my release no longer. I reach back, clasping fistfuls of her hair as her hand brings me over the edge, her lips sucking on my neck. She rockets me into a world of bliss, overwhelms me with kisses as I slowly glide back, as my body slowly relaxes and eases back into our bed.

Be I have no energy to finish her name, but she acknowledges my effort with a soft kiss to my temple, a smile into my skin. She finally lifts herself up, pulling me toward her until Im safely cuddled in her arms and legs. I look up at her face, my first glimpse of it since she placed me on this bed, and I smile bashfully, amazed at how she can unravel me like this over and over again. She smiles in return, closes her eyes and fingers my hair with her hand still glistening from what she did to me. On one of these nights, its enough for her; making love to me is all she wants and needs. But what she doesnt know is that tonight, Im not going to let her get away with it.