My breath hitched lightly as long fingers danced down my rib cage. My own fingers tightened their grip on the thin cotton shirt. Our hot breath mingles before the delving of tongue.

            Hot, hot, hot. Teeth clash in a messy battle of dominance. Swollen lips push, push, push. Closer. Always closer.

            Hand in hand, fingers laced as legs tangle and skin rubbed against skin. Fumbling fingers searching for more skin. More, more, more.

            Melting into the sheets, clothes falling through the floor. Closer still, skin touches skin with electric sensitivity. Love and lust become one, sweet friction, smooth sliding. Bodies fit together with the slip of emotion.

            One, one, one. All else forgotten, oblivion reached. Twisting, writhing bodies push. Closer. More.

AN: Will probably come back to this and expand on it and tack on more senses than touch. I just wanted to play with touch.