Like rabbits

Muscles screaming. Bodies sweaty. Close proximity.

Candles flicker, lightly scented, like spice. They line the walls, the windows, the top of the dresser. The room heats up, or is it the way you slide your fingers across my shoulder? I reach up, kiss your lips as my fingers start pulling at the buttons on your shirt. Your hands roam free under my camisole, eventually moving the silky top up and completely off my body. Skin to skin, chest to breast, there's something completely erotic about being half dressed, about standing in the middle of a room full of candles, about the shadows dancing across your face, the intensity in your eyes.

I just want to feel you, touch you, roam my fingers across your chest, down your arms, intertwine my fingers with yours, then pull your hands together and tie them to each other with the scarf from my hair. I do. I feel, I touch, I roam, then I tie your hands together and watch the smile spread across your face. All mine. I can do what I want. This thrills me. This scares me. I lean down, unzip your jeans, pull down, taking your boxers with. I feel charged. I'm walking around in my jeans, brushing my breasts against your arm, against your back, leaving you nude and at full attention, leaving my nipples at full attention as well.

I can do anything I want. You want me to. And I have no idea where to begin.

Do I start here, across your back, kissing my way across the tight muscles as I work my hands around your chest and stomach, turning you on with anticipation. Or do I start here, gently pulling your legs apart, dropping to my knees and taking you in my mouth, having your eyes roll back in your head as you try to keep standing.

Either way I'm going to turn you on, and tease you, and do my best to make you moan and beg. I like it when you want more. I like it when I'm watching your face, when you're ready to burst, when your eyes darken and you yell. I like that I push you to this edge, and you lose your last drop of self-control. I like that you reach for me, drop me to the bed, pull my jeans off, and take me like I'm yours.

I am.

Yours.

Take me, run your hands down my body, slide between my legs, I want to feel the weight of you on top of me. Take me, run your hands across my body, let me get used to your touch, turn me on with every movement, every slide of your fingers as you grace my belly, move to my waist and pull me to you.

In to. You.

On to.

You.

Rhythm kicks in, suddenly we're dancing, sliding and sweating together. Passionate and frantic. Laughing and moaning. Tender and intense.

Don't let go.

Don't let go.

Do not.

Let go.

Let go. Pull me close, I wrap my arms around you, hold on and let go.

Simper and sigh. Delicate movements, don't go anywhere, sweaty, salty, and breathing hard.

Catch your breath. The night is just beginning.