I love your skin. Everything about it entrances me. 

I love how soft it is. Pressing my lips against your soft cheeks above your beard is one of my favourite things. How the smoothness meets the coarse hair softened with beard oil. I could spend hours running my lips along your cheeks, feather light kisses caressing you as your blush deepens to a fuschia flush. 

I love your skin as our bodies wind around the other, grazing across each other. Your arms snaking around my waist, my breasts crushing up against your chest. Your lips running down my neck, staying at my sweet spot until I’m writhing in your arms, rocking my hips as I reach down to feel your hardness through your jeans. 

Your fingerprints mark me, brand me, as mine do you, writing our love on each other as you guide me down on to the bed, sliding my panties down my legs and cast to the side. The skin of your lips, your tongue as they lap at the nectar between my legs while I wind my fingers through your hair. 

My tongue running along the hard, veined flesh of your cock, taking you in my mouth as you guide me deeper, calling me your good girl. I love how you sink inside me, holding my hips as I rock atop you, capturing my lips in deep, passionate kisses as we make love. The hushed moans rolling down my neck, your hands pressing into the small of my back as we ride the waves to a luscious, quiet climax, enveloped by the warmth of blankets. 

The tender kisses down my breasts as you take me into your arms, basking in our afterglow. 

I love your skin. Your skin is you, and it’s you I love. 

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*Image – The Passion by Tony Chow