The sofa is such a nice place to sit and laze on a Sunday. In loose and comfy clothes cuddled against another. While cradled in your arms I decide to nuzzle your neck and kiss it. The tingle of my light breath and soft lips sends an electric twitch through your body. Playful yet powerful the tone changes from platonic to chemistry. I kiss again under your jaw line where it's the most sensitive, a more purposeful kiss now, there's passion in it and a hunger for more.

The way you shift your hips tells me it's working and before long my fingers in your hair has sparked your arm to wrap round my waist, and the kisses move from neck to your lips. The passion moves on, hotter, wilder, even more urgent each second as the cravings for each others bodies are unlocked and run wild. The loose clothing is quickly snuck under with eager hands and even sooner still are they ripped off altogether. The heat rises and the kissing gets quicker and more wild. The need to taste each other has become so strong that the kiss left unfinished is the perfect way to travel with the tongue down your chest and to where you're now sensitive and throbbing. We both know I could stay there satisfying you for a while but the intense passion of wanting skin against skin has pushed you to the next stage quickly. And there we ride, from sleepy afternoon cuddling in to writhing, sweaty, electric bodies. Kissing, licking, sucking, grabbing, squeezing, stroking, bouncing, grinding, begging, panting, moaning, screaming and yelling until we can not move anymore. The taste of each other still fresh, and the tingle now a shock wave. Heartbeats slow, and breathing calms as we sit there happy, naked and even more relaxed than before.

I guess that's why they call it afternoon delight.

Until the next description,

Scarlett. Love, love