lips

They're laying together, wrapping in Egyptian cotton and each other, her on her stomach and him on his side.

They're just coming down from yet another high, unable to get enough of each other. His hands have been roaming the width and breadth of her body and she sighs happily in response.

It doesn't take long before she feels his lips trace the length of her spine, hands still wandering up the expanse of her thighs and sides, up to graze her breasts and back down.

He can't seem to stop touching her and she finds she really doesn't want him to. Having held back for so long, it's like the floodgates have opened and now it's all fingers in her hair and lips on her neck and hands on her thigh. No matter where they are he is hands on in the best possible way. She hopes it never stops.

His hand make yet another pass around her form, grazing the sides of her breasts yet again, but this time he doesn't stop, he definitely passes go and heads in a direction that signals he's clearly ready to start something.

"Don't you ever get tired?" she asks, chin propping on her shoulder so her eyes can meet his.

He just smirks in return.

His hands continue on their journey of riling her up and she hates that she's responding so quickly, already feeling the heat pool low in her stomach. This man, she'll never understand how he can get her going in no time at all.

His fingers pinch and twist and pull and she whimpers in reply. Damn him.

"I'll never get tired of you."

Well, if she wasn't ready before she certainly is now.