A rainy November Saturday morning found me next to him. Under my covers, I watched him sleep peacefully, his chest slowly filling with air. My fingers outlined his face starting with his forehead, then to his apple cheeks, to his nose, and finally to his perfectly full lips.
Raindrops beat violently against the window beside my bed.
The bitter cold stung my skin as I lifted the covers off my head. I quickly pulled the covers back over my head and closed my eyes, hoping and waiting for sweet slumber to consume me. Instead, he pulled me into his body. His warmth took total control of me.
My legs tangled themselves between his; my thighs squeezed tightly around his. My fingers lightly skimmed up his back, and ran themselves through his hair. His fingers interlocked together, imprisoning me between his arms.
My lips slowly, softly sucked his neck. It's near impossible to control myself when his body is near mine.
His fingers gripped a handful of my bare behind and squeezed tightly. He let go and I felt his fingers drag against my naked skin. Each inch of my skin that his fingers glided over oozed with sensation, producing goosebumps. His heavy hand lightly squeezed my hips, making the nerves throughout my body tingle.
He gently pressed his lips against my forehead as I opened my eyes and pulled back. His very touch intoxicated me and hypnotized my body.
We spent the entire Saturday in bed, next to one another, without thinking about what needed to be done, or where we should have been. We talked for hours. About everything and nothing. I drowned in the bass of his voice.
The wind continued to whistle through the almost bare branches of the tree beside the window. I could hear the turmoil that mother nature had brought outside my very windows, but I felt safe beside him.
I have never experienced lust like this before.
This lust broke my heart.Labels: lust