His hands run up and down my body feeling every curve and contour. Snaking up my shirt, he finds my breasts and gently cups one and then the other as he continues to devour my mouth.

The passion I feel is difficult to describe. It overwhelms my senses and makes it hard to breathe. And when I’m in the throes of it, it feels like it will never end, as if it were a waterfall filling and overfilling a small glass of water.

With one smooth motion, Nicholas pulls the shirt over my head and suddenly my breasts are exposed to the nip of the cold night. Seeing them get covered with goose bumps, he kneels down and takes one nipple into his mouth while covering the other with his hand.

“We’ll have to do something to warm you up,” he mumbles.

My skin may be cold but I’m not cold on the inside. In fact, my body feels like it’s a furnace.

He grabs my leg and wraps it around his torso. There are still layers of clothes separating our bodies as he starts to move his hips back and forth. He watches my reaction, teasing me.

“You like that?” he asks.

All I can do is moan.

He leads me to the bedroom even though I can barely walk. I want to climb on top of him and push him deep inside of me but first things first, we’re still dressed.

I tug at his drawstring and when his pants fall down, he steps out of them. Then he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. Before I realize what is happening, he climbs on top of me, but with his head away from mine.

My legs open on their own as his lips make their way up my legs. My hands and mouth find his dick. It tastes just as good as I remember. His tongue teases my clit as his fingers swirl inside of me. Our bodies start to move as one and a feeling of euphoria overwhelms me.

He pushes me as close to the edge as possible before pulling me away.

A few moments later, he flips around and finds my mouth with his. We kiss again as he pushes his body against mine.

I love the feeling of being under him. I watch as his strong powerful shoulders move up and down with each thrust.

Our lips continue to be locked on each other’s separating only when absolutely necessary. At one point, I even gasp for air, having forgotten to breathe.

When his thrusts get faster and more powerful, my body opens up for him like a flower in the morning dew.

With each move, I take him further and further inside of me never to let him go.

Suddenly, a fire is ignited. I let out a whimper and then a long moan.