The strech

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiKj1FNBE3Q

She was so clever.  Her stretch, might loose her balance.  Called him to place,  his hands on her hips.  So full.  So supple.  So glorious

The soft supple curves... burning.  Waiting.  Wanting.

She turned her head.  The smile.  To let, it be known, advance would be welcome.  If only he would listen to the drums.  To her drums.  Beating.  Pelting.  Burning to be met the touch by flesh.  His flesh.  In her most secret, her most sacred.  Heat rises.

One of his hands followed her supple curve down.  The other up.  The rise.  A smile accentuated by her press back.  The brush.  The touch.  Flesh crying to flesh. 

Contact.

She waited a moment.  This would make it seem a mistake perhpas.  Till he pressed forward.  Knowing her message was received, her press now turned to a twist. 

His hands determined slow. 

One traced along the line.  Accompanied by, heat so burning.  So stressing.  For the touch.  So close.  So far.  The other felt, the glory, of her weight, so full, so glorious, so... trapped.  In its lace coffin.  Yet he felt, the weight, so laden.  So constrained.  Points desperate to be... to exist... so free.  Could he?  Would he?  Then she felt, his pushing down.  Of her elastic barrier.  The touch.  The trace.  Against skin sacred. 

Her grin turned towards something different.  Desire fuming.  The adults game, the adults play, fuming.  Her soft pressed, so elegantly, against his hard.  She pushed.  She pulled.  She...

Longed.

Up.  Down.  The way.   As his hands pressed her modes.  Erogenous.  The feel.  The drive.  She belonged to him.  For a moment.  Unspoken.  Yet in that moment frozen... she lived.  Fully. 

Oh so fully.

As she felt his touch rise.  Pass all corridors elastic, into the ecstatic.  Plunging into her desire.  Press into greeting hips.  So heated.  Collapsing onto fulfilled points as he slipped beyond, into, desire so fuming.  So wanting.  So waiting. 

Her eyes closed.  May she know.  She was so ever beautiful.  So ever wanted.  As she greeted.  His passion laid bare. 

The touch.

Waits.