You make my mind fuzzy, Santana. Everything is already confusing sometimes, but when you press your lips against mine, nothing makes sense but you. I can feel your hands on my belly and I blush. Your skin feels cool against mine and I close my eyes. You are soft, Santana. Soft like rose petals. Your color is bold and your touch is gentle. At least with me it is.

You are on top of me. Your legs straddle my hips and hold me down. The roughness of your jeans on my skin and the sweet smell of your hair make my head start to spin until I have to reach out to you and steady myself. The blush on my cheeks is spreading to my chest but I say nothing.

I grip your hips and steady myself before I look at you. Your eyes are so dark, Santana. Like fresh coffee or the earth when we water flowers. I bite my lip to try and stop the blush but I can still feel the heat spreading through me. Through my muscles and through my veins.

You are kissing me again. Feather light kisses at first. Teasing my lips and making me smile. And then you kiss me harder and longer. I moan softly into your lips and close my eyes. I can feel the heat stronger now. It feels like my skin is glowing. My fingers are gripping your jeans as your hands find their way under the soft cotton fabric of my shirt.

I love it when you touch me, Santana. You send shivers down my spine and spark a fire under my skin. Touch me with your hands or touch me with your lips. Just touch me.