Her touch was more hesitant now, almost wary, but it didn’t mattered. The blood rushing through my veins felt like lava. Always, for her, I was insatiable. Craving to kiss her, always longing to touch her, yearning to consume her. Her naked body was so close I could smell her, feel her... all but taste her sweetness on my tongue. I wanted my handprints all over her body like fucking souvenir.

I’ve waited so long that the physical distance between us didn’t mattered, I wanted to touch her soul to soul. Breathe her heart to heart.

Her nipples were tight and hard, the olive globes of her breasts swaying gently...