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Touch
The feel of her velvety smooth, creamy skin beneath my fingertips, sends an electric like feeling racing through my body. My fingers leave goosebumps in their wake. I could spend hours just memorizing her body. Her long slender neck, her shoulders, breasts. Her toned stomach, her strong thighs and defined calves, and back up again, this time drifting to her arms, slowly down her biceps to her forearms. My fingers dance across her palms, against each of her slender digits. not wanting to miss touching any piece of her.
Smell
I cover the length of her body with my own, feeling her hands move to caress my back. Feeling her heart beat against mine. I burrow my face into her neck, unable to stop the content sigh that escaped my mouth. I can smell her soap, her shampoo, her lotion and her. I inhale deeply, feeling myself becoming intoxicated just by her scent.
Sight
I nuzzle my nose against her neck, pulling back so I can look at her. She's staring back at me, through half-lidded eyes. Her eyes, normally a brilliant blue now almost indigo. My own eyes rove over her face, lingering on each freckle, each line, wanting to commit every part of her to my memory. I bring a hand up, using my fingers to follow my eyes. Her eyes close at the touch, a sigh leaving her lips. Her eye lashes make half moons against her cheeks. Her lips curving into a smile.
Taste
I can't help myself and lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. Her hands leave my back to tangle in my hair. The kiss is soft, our lips ghosting against each other. A few minutes pass and I feel a soft tongue against my lip, passing through into my mouth as soon as my lips grant entrance. I moan at the taste, there's a hint of dark chocolate, cherry lipsmackers and something else I've come to identify as just her. Our lips move in a rhythm we've perfected a long time ago. The kiss is still slow and passionate with an undercurrent of need.
Sound
She pulls away and I hear the most amazing thing ever, her voice whispering my name. Even though I've heard it so many times, the way her lips and tongue moved to form the word, the way her voice caressed it as it left her mouth always left me in awe, with my heart beating erratically. Ah there it is again. My name floating off her lips, followed by a whispered plea.
"Please."
I oblige, and am rewarded by sighs, moans, whimpers and finally once more the sound of my name as she comes undone.
She pulls me up to her, draping her body over mine, an arm around my chest, a leg across my waist, her head on my shoulder.
She overwhelms my senses. She's all I can feel. I lick my lips, she's all I can taste. I look down, her eyes are closed, she's all I see. I burrow my face in her hair, causing another sigh to leave her lips. She's all I hear and all I smell.
She overwhelms my senses, and I'm okay with that.