The simple glide of a hand that erases thoughts of anything but that touch. A meeting of two mouths that ignites a need to be skin to skin. The desire to be devoured. The equisite pleasure of that person around and in you that you never want to end. The beautiful realization that it doesn't matter how or where they touch you, you're going to love it. The trust to allow lust to take you places you've never been.
You know what I'm talking about.
Sexual chemistry.
The kind that has you daydreaming at work, in the car, shopping, of what you want to do to your partner. Of what they can do to you. Sex for the simple pleasure of tasting and touching the person, instead of a mad rush to orgasm. The buying of lingerie and toys, the anticipation that you can build with soft kisses in non sexual places, the teasing when you knew exactly what they wanted, and that you were going to give it to them, when you were ready to so, the romance of staring into your lovers eyes until the need is just too much, and instinct takes over.
Then the mad rush to orgasm.
Take a minute. Think about your lover, back when you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. When you thought about how he tastes, and devised new ways to make you the best lover he had ever had. Think about the passion that kept him on your mind and kept you both in bed more than you were out of it.
And give yourself that passion back.
Don't wait for Valentine's. Go have great sex.
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