We lay there together, entwined. 

It had been only a few days, but it felt as though it had been months since we’d last lay together as one. 

The feel of your hot breath on my neck. Your lips on my skin. I wanted so much to taste you; to taste me on your lips.

Your arms enveloped me and your legs used mine as a pillow, but it was intimacy, not usurey. 

I felt your longing. 

It stirred something inside me, not below, but soulfully. 

Our hearts connected. Your whispers soothed me.

I drifted to sleep dreaming of your lips on my nipples, gently tugging them as your fingers moved to support the weight of my breast, so smooth, so loose, yet heavy. 

I felt your erection press into my leg, ever so slightly a nudge of your hips as you encouraged it to stretch the skin and expand its reach.

I could feel as well a restlessness between my legs, a muscle spasm as I understood the desire that was within each of us, between us and separate. 

Your lips brushed mine and your tongue was so insistent to reach in, to connect. 

The kiss was magical.