"Even though I have traced your hips a hundred times with my hands, it still brings me a thrill to do so," he says, smoothing her fingers over her skin. "My mind paints the images of you dancing for me, the way you move before me..."

He leans in to kiss her.

"The way you move above me...my hands on your hips as you're riding me... Beneath me as I pull your leg up a bit to help make it easier to fill you." His kisses are lingering but deep, between his words.