It helps to have what I've learned since I was eighteen and apply it now, that I have the energy and the hormones of a teenager to back up the array of love-making skills I have collected over the years since I was eighteen.
My hand reaches up and cups the back of your head letting me press into the kiss between us harder, more intensely, and more possessively.
My tongue traces over and tangles with yours in the liplock of our kiss. My other hands showing some of the youthful brashness of our young age lowers to palm your right buttock.
Hand on your chest gripping at your shirt pulling you closer. Tongue dancing with yours. The more tender hunger of youth feeling so strange yet wonderful.
Now devoid of clothing I rush after you. When I catch up to you I lift you up over my shoulder and twirl us around as the waves roll in over my feet and up to my ankles.