"I better go," I said, "I don't want to be late." He gave me a forlorn look but I knew he had accepted that I could never stay past midnight. I hoisted myself off the couch, knowing he wouldn't make his move. He never makes me late and it drives me just a little insane.
I reached for my sweater, accepting that putting my large tits on display wasn't going to work this time. I gathered my coat and purse, shoving my hands into my gloves, trying to fight off the cold in the little ways I can.
He stays lying on the couch, watching me and I can't help but be aware. His arm darts out and he catches my arm in his strong hand. I fall into him, knowing I'll be late but not caring. I lay my head on his chest and let his arms wrap around me and I feel the overwhelming sense of love and comfort. I'm disappointed that I didn't get to feel his hands run over my naked body, but this is enough. It's all I've ever wanted, to love and be loved by this fantastic man.
As his hands trace over my back, he whispers, "I love you." I don't say it back since I'm confident he knows and I want to enjoy the moment. I lay there until my guilt over being late enters my mind.
Regretfully, I move my head and kiss his cheek and say, "I really need to go." He nods and I get up from the couch and he follows. The man never lets me leave without walking me out, even if it's ten degrees out. It's one of the reasons I love him so much.
I lead the way to the door, making sure he's behind me so I don't let extra cold in the room. I stand in the dark garage, unready to leave him. I've spent the entire day with him and it's still not enough. He comes through the door and reaches for the light. I put my hand on his arm, stopping him. The moment seems perfect to me. I say, "Don't turn the lights on, I like the dark." He looks at me strangely but puts his arm down.
I slowly walk towards him, wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips. It's a sweet, simple kiss like we've had a thousand times before. With all the emotions running through me, it wasn't enough. I fused my mouth with his, pressing my body against his. I love the feeling of his hard strength against my soft curves. We both know we need to stop but neither of us can.
As our tongues touch, he presses my back against the car, trying to touch any part of me he can, his hands clawing at my sweater. My nipples beg to be touched but I have on too many layers. He kisses my neck while I'm plastered to the car and I let a moan slip out. The thought of being late leaves my mind. I'm lost in the moment.
