she felt him slowly pressing closer, his hot breath making her ear fuzzy with delight, her hands gripping his back to hold him to her... she could feel his excitement pushing, insisting, against her hips... she could no longer remember her name, as her blood rushed through her veins pounding with the moments desires...

she suddenly remembered how crazy and full of the moment it always felt when she let herself go, let herself take what she wanted, what he wanted, and the feeling let loose a flood of womanly yearning to be complete and share his, her, their pleasure again... her skin flushed and her legs felt warm as she pulled him even closer without knowing even why...

suddenly she felt an overwhelming desire to feel his skin against hers, to feel the heat of his bodies energy and tension oozing right inside her. she tore at his clothes, partly opening ways to his skin she could reach through... her hands were moving with minds of their own... she heard him gasp, twice, as her grip tightened, as her fingers wriggled with delight... the pressure of his hands was making an inferno of her brain, of her body... the steady pressure, the squeezing, made her madly want him to move, to explore, to find his way through the interfering garments to her crazed, beating heart...

she shifted her body a little, moving her legs in some way more naturally, achingly trying to make his hands move as if they were a part of her own body...

her hands were tearing into his body, demanding that he yield to her desire and complete the flow... hands touching all the places they remembered... feeling his warmth, feeling his desire for her as it pulsed with each beat of his heart... she felt herself pulling his body, his legs, his hands, his tongue, out of him and into her, into herself as if she could completely consume him just by desiring it...

he no longer knew what he was doing or why... this madness had enveloped him, this madness of a woman... his hands seemed to move of their own accord, finding rich veins of passion and caressing them, now pressing hard, now barely touching... he felt his thighs burning, his chest pounding, his breath caught and taut... he felt her squeezing every ounce of his flesh, he trembled at the intensity of her grip, of her demanding kisses, of her overpowering female energy as he found himself spinning down, down, down into her fantasy...

catching a breath, feeling a spasm, a pulse, a pulse, a yearning for eternity in the moment, a pulsebeat, a beat, a breath... a gentle sliding giddy feeling...

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