A Post for Erika

In the hope you'll start writing again.

Her fingers run down my spine to the base of my back. My legs either side of her, I look into her eyes. I bring my face down to hers and softly kiss her lips, my mouth trails across her hot skin, brushing her neck. She smells amazing, she tastes amazing. I gently bite her skin, she tells me not to leave a mark. I do anyway. Her hands push away my clothes and run over my hot skin. My fingers search through her hair. We talk a little. My lips brush hers. The time for words is over.

I kiss her harder, my blood pumping, her breathing speeds up. I gently rock against her. My naked skin touches hers: hot, moist, intense. I shut my eyes and her tongue creates fireworks in my darkness. I playfully run my fingers up and down her spine. She pants a little. I brush the hair out of her face and kiss her again. She pushes herself against me, I arch to be closer to her. My tongue spirals and swirls sending her into a frenzy of gasping and spasms. Her nails dig into me, her skin grows hotter, crimson. I want to kiss every bit of her crimson skin.