You are mine, and I am yours

We're standing in my room. My back, pressed against your bare chest, only the thing fabric of my cotton dress stands between the electricity of our skin touching. The lights are dim, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the space. I'm leaning back into you, my barely covered butt pressing up against your groin, as I feel you go hard. You burry your head into the back of my neck trailing kisses up and down, as the lightness of your fingertips brush the straps of my dress down as your hand slide down my arms, and come back up dragging your nails lightly against my skin. I can feel the longing pressing down on me, deep inside my lower area. Your hands are more firm, moving faster, caressing and sliding over my curves, under the edge of my dress, up my thighs onto my pelvic area where you lay your hands flat against the V of my lower stomach area and pull my against you. No longer to stand it, I turn around in your arms and press my lips against yours. Rising up on my tip toes, our lips moving against eachother, firm but soft at the same time. I wrap one arm around your neck pulling you down closer to me the other on your waist. You kiss me harder, one hand in my hair the other on the small of my back bending me back.