She couldn't remember how she got there, or the events leading up to her current...position. Hell, she couldn't even really think straight. All she could really focus on at the moment was;

his hands,

on her skin,

in her hair,

the feel of his lips,

on her neck,

her collar,

her mouth.

Absolutley nothing mattered when he worshiped her,

like a idol,

a queen,

a goddess.

Nothing else mattered when she got drunk off the smell of him, his entire being. Nothing else mattered when he brought her to her peak, and crashing down again, only to have her back there within minutes. Nothing else mattered when he leaned down and whispered I love you. Nothing could compare to,

his touch,

his breath,

his feel.

The actual feeling of skin on skin, as he moved within her, her very senses flashed on high alert. She couldn't remember how she got here, or the events leading up to her current...position, but she was going to enjoy it.