The torture begins, he seems to want to touch every part of my skin. Not that it is a bad thing. But the fact that he is holding my hands still at my sides is the part that has me whimpering and squirming. That is when he is not having me throw my head back in a full on moaning fit. I can't even understand what is coming out of my mouth.

I want his hard muscles and tone skin under my fingers, I want to taste the saltiness of his skin and make him make those sounds. The brief moments I try to free myself to do so are met with a stroke of his thumb on the inside of my wrist. If that didn't work he lathed me in a new spot with his oh so talented tongue.

"I need to touch you." I beg as I can't hold back much longer, I am straining to keep myself from blowing as is.

"We are touching." his playful eyes don't help in the 'yup I can take this' department. Especially as he licks up my side.

"Not what I mean and you know it." He laughs. Who the hell laughs at a time like this. I mean I can feel him rock hard and leaking his excitement on the side of my leg.

"I do know and I know I have waited to long for this to let an orgasm or two get in the way of me enjoying every minute of your skin under me." Then he licks up my side to the words scrolled out there. He is so close to my chest and the nipple I am begging silently the he touches. In his tortures so far he has hit ever erotic spot I never knew I had but none of the ones that really are. I moan as his teeth nip at the top of my chest and up my neck. He tugs at my ears and then follows the burn with his gentle lips sucking it away.

"You are killing me here." I sound as desperate but I don't care, I am. Then a shock shoots through my body as his hip comes level with mine. The collective moan is erotic as hell and at the same time makes no sense, since there is still nothing but hips touching. But with him it is like every part of me is an erotic zone. Like if we touched pinkies I would come.

The room is filled with the heavy sounds of his mutual agreement via the sharp intake if his on breath and the pause in all of his movements and torture.

"I love you." he is stock still and looking right at me.

"I love you too." his bright blue eyes look at me with the hint of a tear or two in them. It is one fluid motion as he moves up and over me. His hand on my jaw, his lips on mine, our bodies finally fully touching. His hard body is the weight I need and his hard cock next to mine it all it takes for me to explode. I want to throw my head back and scream and I may have tried but my jaw is in his hands and soon my open mouth is gathering his screams too. I am lost in every mood, motion and sensation that could ever happen in a matter of seconds. I have never had so many things going on at one time and I just let myself go and just try to focus on one feeling. One general overall feeling.

I had never felt so free, such a relief. Every high I had ever chased had never even come close to this, and he didn't give a second of relent. His mouth never left mine even as I felt our mutual release between us. He softened briefly and his pace slowed, picking up a much more intimate rhythm but it kept going. I couldn't be sure if I ever softened at all, laws of basic human function would say I did but I was so lost it couldn't have been for long.

Breaking for air I couldn't let any part of myself separate more then a few inches from him but I was getting to that dizzy point again. I drew in deep breaths and he slowed down his motions but never stopped. Even when he pushed up and we were slick and hard and side by side. I could feel the pulse in his cock against mine and he still gave a slow movement or two. But he was focused on me.

"Are you okay baby?" His desire and his concern showed on his face clearly. I knew I could say no and he would be off me and in caregiver mood in a heartbeat. But I wanted to be the giver this time. I wanted to show him how okay I was with everything. Now that I have caught my breath and grounded myself, to him, I wanted to give into him.

"I'm just fine but I would be even better if you were inside me." The smile that stretched across his face was, Christmas morning and the fourth of July all rolled into one.