His wide, warm palms skirted my upper arms,
on their way to other places,
a smooth but strong caress behind my neck,
and a firm grip further south.

An inhale of longing,
and soon future pleasures.

A kiss with a naughty smile,
twisted up inside,
as his tongue....did...things.

A gasp of surprise,
as he lifted me off my feet...

No more teasing.

We were lost in a welcome storm of cuppling,
and didn't want saving.