Almost there.
Moving against my face, bathing me with the proof of her want.
I am intoxicated by her scent, taste, sounds.
Heavy breathing, hands tangled in my hair, urging me closer, demanding harder, deeper, more.
Regina is coming.
Warm, wet. Muscles locked, straining. Calling my name.
It is spectacular.
It always is.
This time, I take the chance that she is too engaged, lost in sensations and finally give voice to my feelings "I love you."
Hands pulling me up, away.
My head resting on her chest listening to her beautiful heart.
"Roll over." In that low, seductive growl that I can never refuse.
She is straddling my lower back. I hear a cap pop, then the sound of hands rubbing together.
Slick, warm, strong hands massaging my back. Long, smooth strokes. Then she is leaning forward bestowing kisses. Massaging again. Leaning again and her breath, voice in my ear asking "What do you want?"
The shiver down my back gives me away. As does the involuntary grind against the mattress.
She resumes the massage, her hands ghosting the sides of my breasts.
"You have to tell me what you want."
"I want you."
A low chuckle. "You just had me, my dear."
Pushing down on the mattress with her right hand to gain access.
"No, that's not what I meant."
Reaching for Regina's right hand, removing it gently from cupping my breast, I guide our hands to the left.
"I meant, I want you. I want you to take me, mark me, and claim me as your own." Pushing our hands into my chest, holding hers around my heart. "I want to be yours. I want you to be mine."