My hand trembles when I touch her cheek. I feel the warmth of her breath on my fingertip as I trace her lips, drawn by the irresistible outline of her mouth. She reacts with an uncontrolled quiver, then tentatively begins to draw my finger into her mouth with the slightest movement of her lips. Her tongue teases, promising ever-greater pleasure, drawing me deeper inside.
Capturing just a finger, my temptress enslaves all of me. I inhale sharply. Even my breath is at the mercy of her magic.
Leaning down, I nibble an earlobe and am rewarded by a gasp of delight and another quiver. My tongue begins there, exploring every curve and crease of her enchanting ear.
Our touches conquer mysterious unexplored lands, promising and delivering great treasures.
Every exhale from me draws an inhale from her as our hearts beat in sync, a symphony of passion building, building.
With every motion, every touch, the ecstatic tension grows. Our bodies beg to make it last forever, putting off as long as possible a crescendo we sense is coming that threatens to drown our bodies and minds with overwhelming wave after wave of pleasure.
Hours later, we’re awakened by the golden glow of sunrise and the gentle touch of a cool breeze. We stretch. Our eyes meet. The joy and gratitude we see reflected in them puts beaming smiles on our faces and leads to a lingering good morning kiss that promises many more to come.
We pull ourselves into our wheelchairs to begin the day.