He is a powerful man, and his touch is every bit as intoxicating as she had imagined it would be. Even more so here in this room, where she is flesh and blood, not a memory worn thin from being replayed over and over. He tastes even better than he smells, and she can feel his hands as they stroke down her back, painting her skin with sensation.
touch me everywhere i want to feel you everywhere touch me taste me need this need you
His hunger makes her feel so very alive. She strokes his neck and shoulders, down his well-muscled ribs, caressing the small of his back, wanting to learn every curve and plane of his body. Later she will catalogue each detail with her lips and her tongue, but right now they are better occupied.
everywhere touch me taste me need you in me feel you everywhere
He feels her hands brush over his sides and slip between their bodies, fumbling with his belt, teasing lower, wanting to touch him.
need to feel you everywhere all of you everywhere need you everywhere
no subject
His hunger makes her feel so very alive. She strokes his neck and shoulders, down his well-muscled ribs, caressing the small of his back, wanting to learn every curve and plane of his body. Later she will catalogue each detail with her lips and her tongue, but right now they are better occupied.
He feels her hands brush over his sides and slip between their bodies, fumbling with his belt, teasing lower, wanting to touch him.