We are going to have fun with you and your permission of course.

I want you. You want me,That is the beginning, that is the end. That is everything.    

You moaned then, tilting your head back to give me better access. My hands clamped on your waist, then moved—one going to cup your rear, the other sliding between us.

This—this moment, when it was you and I and nothing between our bodies …

My tongue scraped the roof of your mouth as I dragged a finger down the center of your back and you gasped, your back arching. “sweet little thing,” I said against your lips, your like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.

My tongue swept your mouth again, in time to the finger that I slipped inside of you. Your hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of me, and you growl reverberated in your chest as I added another finger.

You moved on me. Lightning lashed through your veins, and your focus narrowed to your fingers, in my