Her Hands

Her hands felt like silk as they traced their way across my skin.
Her hands were tender but firm as she held me and teased me.
Her hands caressed and held me down as a writhed beneath her.
Her hands showed experience and knowledge as she found what I needed so easily.
Her hands pressed inside and burned a way to my soul.
Her hands will forever hold me because I can feel them every time I close my eyes.
Her hands will always own me because I will always beg for that touch.

For Jess, I have been thinking about you all night :)
With Wet Wishes,
Becca