Written for TheBarsonDaily prompt: Zipper. Please let me know what you think!
Zippers
Fire. Merciless heat. Flames. Olivia couldn't decide on just how to describe the feeling from his fingers as they grazed her bare skin.
Ice. Blistering ice. Snow. Compared to the places his fingers touched her skin was a stark opposite. The air surrounding them, while hot and thick, was also ice against her skin compared to the heat he left on her.
As his sinfully arousing fingers grazed her neck and trailed down her bare skin she felt the slight tug of the fabric against her back. Too overwhelmed to care she allowed his trances and his sinful ways.
The grips on his shirt intensified as his tongue skillfully brought sweat across her neck while he kissed the small spot between her ear and collar. His moan matched hers as her hands traveled south with the same heat his continued to carry down her bare back.
Frozen. Icy numbness. Rafael couldn't move his body and his only rational was her touched put his body into a shock where he was frozen in place.
Burning. Torch. He may have been frozen but his body could feel every touch, every burn, her hands put on him. Her hands traveled down his chest and didn't stop until he felt the tug from his belt. Every movement leaving burning flesh from her hands.
Simultaneously, both allowed the metal to release what they each desired the most. Flesh on flesh, heat on heat. Sighs allowed the other inside their mind and as the metal was moved, the fire within each tripled with the release from their constraints. After all, what else are zippers for?