Love Rain – Jill Scott

His fingers were trailing up my side. I let out a soft giggle. He seemed to take it all in stride. His lips trailed kisses up my neck. There was something about his voice. Its slow timbre rumbled through me, and I let it wash over me. His stubble made my skin tingle under its brush.

As his face hovered over mine, I was struck by how much he saw of me. Not just my body, but my soul. I was frozen by his intensity. Then it was over, and my thoughts were lost in this pleasure.

Toes curling, fingers clawing, I let myself go, and he caught me.