You know you want her.
You want to hold her hands in yours while she rests gently, seductively in your lap, looking up into your eyes waiting to be kissed.
You know you want her.
You want to feel the curve of her breasts cupped inside the warmth of your hands, feeling her nipples harden beneath your fingertips.
You know you want her.
You want to run your fingers across her forehead down her cheek and around her engorged vaguely open lips.
You want to see her close her eyes close, softly moaning and curving her back as you caress that curve in her low back.
You know you want her.
You want to run your hands through her dark hair, feeling the little curls around her lower lips, as you entrench your fingers around her nodule of pleasure.
You know you want her.
You know you want her, and now you can have her.