Juliette Good

There was a moment in the blissful after while he still hovered above me, our bodies remaining connected where we just gazed at each other. My fingers twirling in the damp nape of his hair and our breaths mingled and our gazes exchanged the intimate emotions that remained silent on our lips.

His touch ignited every nerve in my body, palms gripping my breasts with a tight clinch of his thick fingers.

Passion was palpable in the room. Our hands intertwined, my mouth surrendered to his tongues erotic explorations. The heat between our bodies continued to rise. I was caught underneath him, his body pressed against mine head to toe. I was enveloped in him, but it still wasn't enough. Now that it had begun I wanted to experience his desire fully.

I slowly began to wake, just as the sun started to come through the window. The view was unfamiliar at first, so was the warm weight across my lower back. Images flicker behind my eyelids from the previous nights passions, touches, kisses, moans.

These nights are the best, open windows with the city as our soundtrack. Our bodies tangled together.