What I can remember.
Your hands on the backs my thighs while you massaged me.
And then again as they slipped around my waist as I went to leave.
The feeling of you pressed against my back breathing me in.
A trail of clothing leading to your room.
The crispness of your sheets beneath my naked body.
Your arms beneath my thighs, pulling me closer.
The hair on your legs pressed up against my calf.
Your hands, your fingers... your mouth, my God your mouth.
The taste of me on your lips as I kissed you goodnight.
I want more, now, hotter, faster, more urgent.
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