Perfect.
Hands floating over each other, bodies pressed together, legs entertwined. Hands slip under shirts, inside waistbands, across seams. Lips touching, kissing, licking. Hair in hands, breath quick, warming flesh.
There are times when making out like teenagers on the bed is perfect. Love with a touch of lust. A little preview of what comes later. A way to fan the fires before moving on later, or warming up for right then.
His lips and mine. Just perfect.
