The long rides to his place always built up her anticipation. Just the thought of being in his arms gave her butterflies. The sight of him brought a smile to her face that seemed permanent in his presence. When he would look in her eyes, she would forget the world existed. He was her reality even in her daydreams. She wanted everything with him.
They would start with playful kisses, then the hand grab to the stairs. His bedroom knew her so well. If the walls could talk they’d be whispering about their drunken nights and fighting the urge to not spill their most intimate secrets.Traces of her lingered everywhere in his room. Her handprints were so lightly imprinted on his headboard, the texture of it embedded in her fingertips.
They would kiss as though it was purely innocent, they both knew what they wanted from each other. Touching, caressing, kissing. She climbed on top, it was always the first position of the night. His face so serious, his breathing quickened. His touch sending electricity through her body, making the hairs on her neck stand. His strong hands gripped her hips. Their breathy kisses amplifying their adrenaline. Her breathing becoming heavier. She leaned in as he kissed her neck, lightly biting on her earlobe. He ran his fingers through her hair and tugged it gently, sending chills down her spine.
The way their bodies fit just right with each other made every experience more intense than the last.
"I could do this for the rest of my life," she thought to herself.
Every stroke,
every pleasurable gasp of air,
every breathy kiss on her neck
and every bead of sweat that landed on her chest.
All of it.
Every night.
For.
The.
Rest.
Of.
Her.
Life.
But then he would finish.
And he'd turn around,
and that was it... as though this connection never existed.
…Silence…
This is an original piece of fiction written by Desiree Gaitan. All stories belong to her. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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