Floating

“Your head is the clouds.”

“Yeah, and?” I reply

“Nothing, tell me what you see.”

“Nothing, just dreaming, floating, dancing way up in the sky, praying, hoping.”

“For?”

“Nothing.” I say shaking my head. ‘Everything’ my heart whispers in silence.

His arms wrap around me from behind, holding me, warming every part of me. His mouth kisses my bare shoulder, humming a bit as he breathes me in.

I watch as the waves roll against the shore, slowly knocking against the sand. The sea foam leaving it’s rings upon withdrawal. I watch the families running in and out of the tides, happy.

I turn into him, hiding my face in his chest, burying my senses in him. He lingers caressing my skin before leaning down and kissing me. It’s a slow magnetic kiss that steals gravity from me. I fall into him, tipping us back onto bed. He rolls me over, feeling my soft skin between his fingers, rubbing my clit and making me groan.

His erection is in my palm, hard, smooth and begging for my mouth, my lips tremble between wanting his kiss and wanting his taste. My core aches with dire need.

I claw at his shoulders and tugging him fully on top of me. His full weight pressing me down feels like heaven, and my ankles locking around his back feel euphoric.

My mouth is sealed with his kiss, biting and ravishing me. This is where I am home.