Some people might find it a bit clichΓ© to be standing on the outdoor observation deck at the Empire State Building in the arms of your lover on Valentine's Day, but for hopeless romantics like Marcus and I, nothing could be more perfect. It was only 20 degrees out, but I was warm and cozy in Marcus' arms. We had only been dating for two months, but I was so filled with love and desire for this man that just being near him set my heart fluttering and my body heat rising. I knew that I was with the man I was meant to spend my life with, and as I stood there in his arms, I thought about how we ended up here.
I met Marcus a couple of weeks before Christmas at a Holiday Fair, where we were both had volunteered to help out. I immediately liked Marcus as soon as we started working together. He had a quick wit, and a warm personality. He had a smile that could brighten any room, and an infectious laugh. After four hours of selling raffle tickets, Marcus asked me to join him for dinner, and we wound up staying at the pub chatting until it closed at 2:00 in the morning.
As Marcus walked me to my car, he asked if he could see me again, and requested my phone number. Numbers exchanged, Marcus took me in his arms and gave me a soft tender kiss on the lips. It was just a short closed mouth kiss, but it sent waves of excitement through my body. I knew at that moment that I wanted to spend more time with Marcus, and see where it went. We had spent each night for the past two months getting to know each other, and building a relationship. Each day, we grew closer and closer, but we had yet to consummate our relationship.
And now, two months later, I as I stood in his arms watching a light snowfall blanket New York City, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else This was really turning out to be a perfect day. Marcus took me to a matinee of "Rent", and then for an early dinner at Le Cirque. As I stood there in his arms, my body ached for him. I longed for his skin against mine. I longed to feel him deep inside of me.
My thoughts and desires were interrupted by the feel of Marcus' lips on the nape of my neck, and my earlobe. He asked, "What are you thinking about, love?"
I looked deep into his hazel eyes, and said, "I'm thinking about how much I want you." I put my mouth on his, and parted his lips with my tongue. My tongue swirled around his tongue, moving deeper into his mouth. The warm wetness of his mouth fueled my desire for him--it was like each breath I took had to be placed into my body from him before I could exhale.
When our lips broke away from each other, Marcus breathlessly whispered, "Let's go back to the hotel."
We kissed deeply as we rode down the elevator to the lobby, and then headed outside to catch a cab. When the cab pulled into the breezeway at the Marriott Marquis, Marcus quickly paid the fare. We took the elevator up to our floor and entered our room. As soon as the door was shut, we kissed each other fiercely. Our hands were exploring every inch of each others clothed body.