I beat you home and easily find parking for my teeny car -- you must circle around trying to find a parking spot. I wait anxiously, I hate being away from you even for a moment. I watch you walk towards me down the sidewalk; and I can't help but think how postcard perfect you look; a beautiful man in camis, bag slung casually over your broad shoulders, a smile breaking across your face as you get closer to me. I take your hand and enter in the gate code, holding it open for you as we walk hand in hand towards our apartment. I've been cleaning for days and the apartment is spotless, but it still looks exactly the way you left it. Your motorcycle helmets are still on top of the bookshelf, the coffee maker where you left it and a sense of grateful familiarity wash over you.
I bustle around the apartment. I've got the stuff to make all your favorite foods and I've planned chicken fajita pizza for lunch. But you look tired. You go to take a shower while I put the pizza in the oven, and I can't help but sneak a peek at you in the shower. You put on boxers and a t-shirt and start to unpack some things while I finish with the pizza. After you've eaten two slices you look exhausted. You crawl into bed; I grab my laptop and join you. I can tell you just want to sleep, so I put on a "Golden Girls" dvd and you fall asleep spooned up against me, your big arm slung gently across my waist.
I don't know how long I've been asleep but the sun is still shining. Your arms are still around me, your body pressed to mine. I smile to myself -- I've missed this so much. I intertwine my fingers with yours. I feel your warm breath on my neck. Your hand resting on my waist begins to snake its way down my stomach. I roll over to look at you. You're so beautiful -- I stare at you for a long minute, taking you in. I can't believe you're back...it feels so surreal. Your hand rests on my stomach, your fingers tracing intricate patterns just below my belly button. I roll onto my side, facing you, running my hand up to stroke your face. Your hand is on my hip again, you stretch it over my ass, grasping firmly and pulling me towards you. I laugh and lean in, bringing my lips to yours. I draw your lower lip into mine, savoring your taste, your hands still pulling me into you. I wrap my hand around the back of your neck, my other running up and down your back -- drawing you up so you are hovering over me. We continue to kiss -- hungrily now. Your tongue flicking inside my mouth, I'm so horny for you I just want to tear my clothes off; instead I grasp your muscular arms.
Your weight presses me into the bed, your hands stroke my hair and your smell is intoxicating. My arms grab the waist of your shirt and pull it up to your armpits; you smile as you sit up to pull it off the rest of the way. My eyes rake over you; the firm pecs, the perfectly sculpted biceps. Sitting back on your legs you look at me -- eyes traveling from my feet to my face and back again. You place each hand on the outside of my calves and slowly run them up higher, over my knee, up my thigh, pushing my dress out of the way. I sit up as you grip the fabric and pull it up, lifting my ass so you can get my dress to my waist. I let out a little squeak as you try to pull it over my shoulders and say there's a zipper in the back. You lean closer to look over my shoulder at it and I kiss your neck as you unzip the back of my dress, now pulling it over my head. I put my hand on the back of your neck to pull you onto me as I lean back, but you resist and remain sitting on your knees. I lay back onto my back as you stare at me -- the intensity of your gaze making me uneasy.
