My senses are ravaged, disconnected,
solely concentrating on what he's doing to me.
How he's making me feel,that familiar pull deep
in my belly, tightening, quickening.
NO… my traitorous body explodes
in an intense, body-shattering orgasm.
“Oh, Ana!” he cries out loudly as he finds his release,
holding me in place as he pours himself into me.
He collapses, panting hard beside me,
and he pulls me on top of him
and buries his face in my hair, holding me close.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes. “Welcome to my world.”
We lie there, panting together,
waiting for our breathing to slow.
He gently strokes my hair.
I’m on his chest again.
But this time, I don't have the strength
to lift my hand and feel him.
He unclasps my bra and then taking both straps,
he slowly pulls them down my arms,
brushing my skin with his fingers
and the tip of his thumbnails
as he slides my bra off.
His touch sends shivers down my spine,
waking every nerve ending in my body.
He's standing behind me, so close
that I feel the heat radiating from him,
warming me, warming me all over.
He runs his nose down my exposed neck,
inhaling all the way, then back up to my ear.
The muscles in my belly clench, carnal and wanting.
Jeez, he's hardly touched me, and I want him.