I love running my tongue over your lips. I love you running your tongue over mine.

I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t thinking about your kisses right now. That I’m not thinking about your legs intertwined with mine. That right now, I can’t get your nakedness out of my brain…not that I would ever want to. You are so sexy in all the ways I care about.

I love how you look underneath me. It drives me absolutely wild. I love looking down and seeing you disappear into me. I have never responded to a man’s touch like I respond to yours. I have never responded to a man’s presence, either in my mind or in the flesh, as I do yours. You make bells ring for me. You make me weak in the knees.

I love pushing your hair back from your face. Touching your eyebrows. Pulling your ears. You are such a sensual man.. You are also such a silly man. You are seething mass of masculinity, sensuality, and silliness. I love melting into you as we make love. There’s a part of me that exists in our lovemaking that doesn’t exist anywhere else.