My free arm snakes around behind her head, half tangled in her now hanging hair. We are too busy kissing and gasping to notice if it is going to be a problem. My other arm, outstretched and tensed along the side of her bare abdomen, extends to allow my hand to tightly grip the little dimple on her taut hip that makes her moan just a little more intensely, although stifled by her lips being busily pressed against mine.

Her lips are unbound only occasionally because I cannot stand another second of allowing her exposed and hard nipples to not be between my lips or playfully biting her abdomen, pleasing her bare skin while I thrust meaningfully into her yearning body; supple and silky-wet.

We have been locked in this pleasing moment of frozen time for more than we can stand but we will not stop. Hot, heaving breath - frantic bodies and hands clasped ecstatic wanting.

I seek her wrists with my hands, leading them up over her head and behind her neck. Both are pinned and now locked between the fingers of only one hand, freeing my other to explore all that I have access to. It may finally come to rest around her neck, which she might pleasingly outstretch with her chin pointed out, accentuating and sensation of my firm hand, or perhaps it will find the special, pleasure giving spot that makes her cry out with pleasure?

No, better still; in a moment I am there with my mouth; frenzied and feverishly working to make her feel the release. Wrapping fists around her ankles or busily attending to her with fingers, my lips not leaving her before she begs for me to stop because the orgasm is now too much and coming in waves, insisting that I do whatever I want to her - just not that; not anymore.

It is too much. It is more ecstasy than she can handle.

Instructing her to get on all fours, she has barely complied before I am inside her again, meaningfully sliding the length of myself in and out, balling up a handful of her hair in my fist and whispering into her ear how utterly beautiful she has become, lost in her passions.

The mood slows and before long she looks at me over her bare shoulder, panting and with determined, wild eyes. She is about to suggest something that has been on her mind since we began, and I cannot wait to hear what it is..

I am going to take my time and give all my gifts - every one of them - one by one.