How Does It Feel

...And I like it when we are on the bed. I like to kiss her upside down, the feeling of the width of her tongue against mine. I like drawing her full lower lip in between mine.

"That's our kiss, Peter...ours!" Mary Jane to Peter Parker, Spiderman III

I draw back to look her in the eyes. I'll lightly kiss her nose, her eyes and checks before returning to the warm wetness of her mouth. She allows my hands to travel down her torso to the flat of her stomach.

"I was three when I discovered my obsession with belly buttons," I tell her later over the phone. She laughs. She always laughs when I'm serious, seldom believing the bizarre facts I spew forth during my never ending monologues.

She squirms when my tongue rolls around her ear. My face nestles perfectly between her neck and shoulder as I kiss her. In the morning she says her neck looks like a squirrel has been chewing on it.

She thinks I am good in bed. I brush her praise aside. "I am good with you in bed," I tell her.
The passion between us is stronger then either of us imagined it would be.

"What does it feel like?" She asks during a lull between highs.

I lick the dryness from my lips, pausing to focus my attention away from the act momentarily, Breaking my silence I say, "Feels like no matter how hard I push--I can never be deep enough inside you."