Boy I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted, want to jump inside your love
I wouldn't want to have it any other way
I'm addicted, and I just get enough
--Black Eyed Peas, Just Can't Get Enough
Her body against him.
The sensation carved down to the deepest layers in his brain.
As he laid there mixed in the sheets, the memory oppressed him. He got so close. Always so close. But just when it was going to be his forever, it slipped away. She drew back. Releasing. Panting.
He watched her now in the other room. Her nakedness moving. Glowing.
Already, it was rising in him again. He wanted to kneel, beg, possess, bewitch, devour.
She approached, eyes boring into him. The same tension hummed in her muscles as she climbed over.
Hair tickled down like pattering rain before a downpour.
Lightning flashed between them. Then the storm raged again.