Gimme

I was daydreaming about that camping trip we just planned… about how when we camped there last year, you were in a swimsuit for practically the entire time… and how it was all I could do to just keep in control, with all of that skin, god that beautiful skin that even now my hands ache so badly to feel, that my tongue needs so desperately to taste… My hungry eyes taking in as much of you as I could possibly get away with… God, so beautiful, so sexy, so…

Thinking about doing that all again, half a year from now.

But then I thought, fuck it. Why don't you and me, let's just go, right now, and find someplace warm. Someplace with a private balcony overlooking an endless sea. Or a dense forest. Or limitless desert sands. Someplace we can stay for a week not in our bathing suits, but in our birthday suits. Where we can explore one another's bodies, top to bottom, front to back, to our heart's content… taking our time at it…

Or not, if the mood demands.

A place where you can teach me all the best ways to touch you. All those places where my hands will make your soul hum. Where the touch of my lips will make your knees weak. Teach me how to turn you on. How to get you off. Let me learn all the ways of your body… who knows, maybe even stumble on one or two you don't even know yet — you should know that I love to explore…

And, oh babe you are welcome to explore, too, but I can tell you already… your fingertips, wherever… Your lips… my god, those beautiful lips… just the thought of them touching me anywhere, anywhere at all… oh. Oh, gosh……

…

And then let's lay together, arm in arm, skin to skin, while we teach each other everything else about ourselves. Show me the perfect folds of your mind while I caress the perfect curves of your body. Let me into your soul, and I'll let you into mine… Let me take in all of you, while you take in all of me.

Maybe order some room service if we get hungry. For something with sustenance, I mean.

See how long we can pretend to try to sleep with those breasts resting against my side… or my chest against your back and that thing of yours pressing into me…

Gosh.

Whaddya think? Four nights? Five? Does there have to be a limit? Do we ever have to come back?

I dunno about you, but I think we should go for it.

Love you, you sexy thing.

I am yours.