She nestles comfortably in my lap, the kiss becoming more and more intense.  Moaning softly, I begin to nibble her lower lip, grasping it between my teeth, pulling it gently into my mouth while massaging it with my lips, my tongue and the tips of my teeth.<br/><br/>All the while, my hand roam freely over her back, stroking, scratching with the nails, stroking sometimes firmly, other times softly with the tips of my fingers, then opening my hand to scratch and scrape their rough surface over her soft, smooth skin.  As my yearning grows, I know that soon I will want more, that I will need more.  That I will want to feel her skin against mine, to feel her soft pliant body against mine, that deep inner bond of her molding against me, of our hands, and mouths exploring one another, striving, stimulating, arousing one another.