Slowly consciousness seeps and I feel the warmth of fingertips touching the small of my back. A place where only the most intimate of companions are allowed. Slowly, the fingertips glide up to my hip. A hand gently crandles it for a monment. I feel lips caress my neck. As consciousness filters, I turn on my back. More movement from lips follow an invisible trail. My hands are now answering the beconing of that warmth. I realize it's you. You are there with me! my mind doesn't care how you came to be there. The why is obvious. I feel your body move closer under the blankets nad my hands search. You are kissing my neck, again. I have always wanted to touch your hair. I can't believe I can do it, now. I feel the texture on my palms. My hands urge you to move your head closer to mine. At this point, I open my eyes and see you. We are face to face. Finally. Your face so familiar, but somehow new. Your head moves closer and our lips touch. Our first kiss makes my body respond. My hands hold you, asking you to continue. Your hand steadies my head with assurance that this is just the beginning. Your body moves closer and your other hand finds the small of my back and pulls me closer. With our bodies pressed together there is a need that grows between us. My mouth moves over your skin and my tngue leave a cool trail on your skin up to your ear. I kiss your neck and move my hands down your chest. At this point, I want to feel your skin. I unbutton the top of your shirt, your breath starts coming a little faster. I look up and I see the heat in your eyes, focused on me. This is the sign I need. As I work on the next button, your hand finds a bit of skin about the waist band of my night clothes. My breath catches, and my skin starts to tingle. Somehow the rest of your buttons come undone and I touch your skin. Your other hand is similarly engaged as the other, caressing my back. Our mouths touch again. This makes my lips throb. I run my hands over your shoulder and I pull you to me. I feel your heat and your need and your hands thankfully slide under my waistband and toward the cool fullness that shivers for you. You decide to change positions and roll me over and lay on top of me. I slip my hands under your arms around your back and down to the curve of, well, your ass. Your need is very apparent. In expectation of the situation, your need throbs. You slide your hands towards my breasts, and touch the aching tips. You decide that this isn't enough. Your hands find the bottom of my night top, slowly inch their way back up. Oh, god, does that feel good. Your weight and need cause me to open my legs for you. My eyes lock with yours. This is the point of no return. You lean in to kiss me. It is a long and languid kiss. This is right, it feels good. I realize that you've unbuttoned my shirt, somehow and have unfettered access. You explore. You bend your head towards my nipple and lick it. My hips press into yours. You make a line of kisses up to my neck and breathe soft words into my ear, "I want to make love to you". To which, I breathlessly respond, "Please do". With that the rest of the barriers are removed slowly, deliberately. Kissing starts afresh. The sensation of skin against skin is magnificent. The tingling in my body intensifies. Every sense is piqued. You once again give my nipples some attention, they have a direct and intense effect on my most intimate parts. My hand finds your need, and slide it down it's length. It is beautiful. Your hand slides between my legs and you touch me, I respond. We are ready to become one. My hands go to the small of your back, your hardness finds the folds of my sensitivity. You gently slide yourself inside me. You look at me, and kiss me again. Slowly you move in the the way it's been done since the beginning. You savor the moment of connection, my muscles inside give you a warm embrace. We move together in our first instinctive dance together. I raise my hips to your thrusts. We move slowly together. You hear my breath coming quicker. You react. We move faster together in perfect sync. The friction intensivies our mutual heat. I feel the throb of your release. This, in turn causes my own pinnacle. You kiss me, again. Still tingling, we curl up together, feeling fully expressed and satiated.