The Beginning of the End

"Turn around," he says hoarsely. He doesn't take his hands off me. So, with a sigh of pleasure, I turn in his arms, his hands trailing along my skin and lighting fires for me. "So beautiful," he whispers, then he presses into my back. I drop my head back against his shoulder and lift my arms to pull his mouth down to mine. His hands slide up to my breasts and he palms and tweaks my nipples as he kisses me. 

I moan into his mouth. I can feel him, ready for me.

Stretched as I am, he has access to all of me. My breath comes in short pants as one of his hands slides down to dip between my legs and his deepens in rhythm with his touch in a way that brings my breath in short pants, until I'm trembling and bucking, and my knees almost give. 

The pressure inside me, that building wave, leaps from a dull ache, to a pounding threat. I suck in, shaking with desire.