Time Is All We Have

I stand in his doorway black lingerie he suggested I wear; fitting the way it matched so perfectly to the soft pale of my skin, the way it tightened to reveal the tips of curves. A tease to the eyes I was, and I could feel, and taste his mouth watering for the taste of my desires.
My body wanted what my mind was eluded from, the hot, steamy, punishment he would pass to me while lifted to the height of pleasures my body dreamed but never seen...
His caramel eyes seemed to mimic the way I had imagined his finger tips tracing my soul to the surface. The heat behind a wistful stare, both longing and judgmental drew my insecurities to be viewed so reassurance could be made in the way his eyes grabbed my hips to pull me to him but hold me at just the right distance.
His breath catches mine and dance to a rhythm all our own, it spoke a air of mystery, release of secrets, trusting the unknown to allow our chests to rise and fall as one.
We hadn't allowed our bodies brush together, hadn't allowed a touch to race along each other's skin and yet we listen, we hear, we feel the heat of what has yet to happen.
Time is of the essence, or so it is said, but time is never ending, so why should we rush to escape when admiration is part of the attraction that led us to allow our bodies meet the way our souls had met before.
He turns me around so that my eyes can only guess where he would go. Part of the excitement is the guessing of what happens next. Chills... chills freeze me to do what he may please. His lips brush the bare of my neck and his fingers tangle softly in my hair.
My body is his in one moment, that first touch felt as though it were the dream that lingered nights spent sleeping alone. My body knew him before I knew his name. It belonged in the care of him, he felt like home and those lips carried the taste of my heart as if it had been carried there when I was lost.
Time is all we have and every second is made to count, he leaves no part of me unexplored, no inch is left without the feel of my ache for him.
By time he enters me my body is screaming his name, my soul is entangled with his fighting a war of pleasure and the rise and fall of him becomes the fall and rise of me.
My fingers draw to the bed to grip a hold of something but find only his hands to grip me into place, no escape....I never wanted to escape....but only to....
Feel myself release along with you.
Time is all we have, lest we can not waste....
Sweetest sounds
Love making...
My voice...
"OH FUCK BABY!!!
And he growls as all of me purrs softly into him....
The after morning is a picture of our perfection, ruffled sheets, entangled amid two breathless, exploring what time would allow be rushed.