His fingers traced circles softly over her skin. She shifted under his hands, soft moans escaping her mouth. His touch was like fire on her skin.
Roaming over her body, he caressed her. Kissed her. Each touch eliciting a request for more. He loved the way he could read her body and write his own story on her pages.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed him over, onto his back. Straddling his hips, she leaned forward, enjoying the feeling of his hands sliding up her body.
Gently, softly, she kissed his ear. “I want you,” she whispered.