I want to make love to you. The words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop myself. You turn, eyes locking into mine. I can’t look away. Your lips curve into a slow, sexy smile. “Are you serious?” You sound disbelieving. I find myself unable to reply. But my eyes speak a million words. You understand those words perfectly. It feels like language is an unnecessary medium between us.
You take my hand in yours, your thumb caressing the inside of my palm. “Really? I’m not going to ask again.” I nod, gently tilting my head up to meet your lips. You kiss me. A kiss unlike any other. It’s a kiss that tells me how much you want me. Your arms grip my waist and draw me closer. I lose myself in that kiss. My fingers seek out your bare skin. I fumble with the buttons on your shirt, half wishing I could rip them apart. You smile into my neck as you caress and kiss. Your touch grows more urgent. More demanding. I know we’ve crossed a line and there’s no stopping now. I yield to your demands.
Your kisses make me want you more and more. Your hands work their magic on my hips and breasts. I run my fingers through your hair, silky smooth and incredibly sexy. And then, I run a fingernail along your back, biting your earlobe at the same time. Your demands get more urgent. I’ve pushed you over the edge. I know that. As you position yourself over me, you look deep into my eyes, asking me for permission one last time. I nod and lift my hips to offer myself to you. You take me.
As we lie spent in each other’s arms a few hours later, you whisper into my ear, “I won’t let you go. Ever.”