I want...

 …to stand absolutely still and feel you watching me.

 …to feel the air between us sizzle with electricity and anticipation.

 …to hear the soft echo of your footsteps as you cross the room to me.

 …to feel you move in close behind me, your chest brush against my back, and the soft whisper of your breath on the bare skin of my shoulder.

 …to feel your fingertips skim up my arms, the warmth of your hands settling on my shoulders.

 …to feel you move my hair aside, and the first sensuous touch of your lips on my neck.

 …to feel your arms wrap around me, the teasing caress of a breast through the silky material of my blouse.

 …to feel your biceps flex and your sinews tense as you draw me in tight, your body flush with mine, your tongue tracing the lines of my throat.

 …to taste you, and I tell you so.

 …to feel your lips curl into a smile against my neck, your hands on my hips as you grasp them and turn me to face you.

 …to look up and feel the warmth in your gaze, see the way the skin around your eyes crinkles as you smile at me.

 …to feel your palm cup my jaw, your fingers against my cheek, and close my eyes in anticipation as you draw my mouth to yours.

 …to languish in your kiss, to feel the sensual touch of your lips cruising over mine, the wet heat of your tongue as you plumb my mouth.

 …to melt into you, to feel your arm wrap around my waist, the promise of your arousal pressed against my crease, and the escalating desire as the kiss turns urgent. Hungry.

  …to draw in my breath in surprise when your hand slips beneath my shirt and finally finds the bare skin of my breast.

 …to feel my nipple tighten at your touch, and utter a soft moan of pleasure and expectation.

 …my hands to explore the skin of your stomach, cruise over the ripple of muscle, brush my fingers across your nipple...and sense the hesitation in you as you savor my touch.

 …to feel you pause the kiss, your lips a breath from mine, and the sudden movement of your hands as they peel the material from my body.

 …to feel your shirt fall away in my hands, and the sigh of fulfillment when at last we are skin to skin.

 …to shed the last remnants of clothing, step out of denim and silk and cotton, and stand together at last with nothing between us but our own need.

 …to touch your chest, your arms, your face.

 …to run my tongue over every inch of you, tasting your sweat and savoring the racing beat of your pulse against my lips.

 …to feel your mouth on my breasts, your hands caress the curve of my waist, the crease of my ass.

 …to wrap my hand around the rock-hard length of your cock, stroke and tease and taste, and make sure you know that I want you.

 …to open myself to you,

 …to take you deep inside me,

 …to savor every thrust, every kiss, every moan and drop of sweat and to know…

…that if only for this brief stolen moment in time

…in this tiny piece of the universe that we’ve made our own…

…you are mine.

 

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