...and my warmth.
The incomparable feeling that you have when you have your body pressed against other body (and you aren't in the subway).
The beginning of arousal always starts with a subtle feeling of warm, then you hold your breath for a second, and then comes a strong inhalation...
Maybe it's the realisation that in seconds, your self will be engaged in that.
I like to put my hand between her navel and the beginning of her pubis, I really love her belly, to feel her warmth, to see the delicious curvature of her belly, to put my ear close to her body, to anticipate our bodies...
Maybe I'm too easily aroused, but even early in the morning, when our body temperatures are in their lowest point and we are pressed against each other and we are hardly awake, I feel your warmth taunting me...