But my desire does not stop at mere touch. No, I yearn for more, for a primal, carnal connection that transcends the boundaries of simple skin on skin contact. I want to taste her, to run my tongue along the length of her body until I've sampled every inch of her essence. I want to bury my face between her thighs, to inhale the scent of her arousal, to feel it coating my lips and chin as I part her folds with the slick muscle of my tongue. I want to delve deep, to plunge into her most intimate depths until I've drunk my fill of her sweet nectar.
And as I do, I want to feel her writhe against me, her hips bucking and grinding as she seeks more of the pleasure only I can give her. I want to be inside her, in every way imaginable, until the line between us blurs and all that exists is the slick, pulsing heat of our union. I want to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine in the most primal, animalistic way possible. I want to f**k her, to fill her, to flood her womb with my seed until it takes root and grows within her. I want to be a part of her, in her, around her, until she can no longer tell where she ends and I begin. That is the depth of my desire, the all-consuming need that drives me to possess her utterly and completely.
