Hands and lips and fingers. Clothing being rapidly shed. Eye lashes flutter across cheeks. Gentle kisses from earlobe to clavicle. Nibbles and bites on smooth skin.
Hands. Wandering, wondering hands. Soft curves and smooth chests.
Passionate kisses and the soft tickle of curly hair run over bare flesh.
Gentle love making and the tempest of passion, alternating back and forth, back and forth.
Naked yet again.
And, yet, this time, I want to be exposed to him. For he's exposing himself to me.
Showing and giving of his nature, of himself.
And it's oh, so beautiful.
Make love to a Time Lord, you touch a piece of eternity.