He lay above her, his weight resting on his arms, his forehead rested gently against hers. With his thighs pressed intimately between her two, he lay nudged against her heat, needing only one thing from her. Leaning down to brush his lips against hers, he pulled back and locked eyes. Dropping a gentle kiss on her nose, he asked softly, "Yes?"
Code for them, code that they had developed just before this meeting meant to be used when she went home. A simple email from both of them indicating whether this meeting was what they expected, hoped for, needed. Lazily bringing her hand from the middle of his back to his shoulder and down again, she smiled, the barest movement of her lips. "Yes."
It was all he needed, all he had waited for. They had been so incredibly patient, needing to make sure the timing was right. For what could have been either an hour or five minutes, they had lain beside one another, hands moving over skin, slowly, gently. No pressure, no rush, no expectation. Living in that moment, every single breath was intensely felt, every movement communicating what they held off from saying out loud. At her softly whispered yes, he tangled his fingers with hers, resting it against the pillow beside her head. Pressing gently forward, sliding slowly into her, he felt her breath leave her on a gasp.
Beneath him, she was stunned. For years, she had known him, loved him. She had written and rewritten this meeting so often in her mind that she had given up on it ever being a reality. But a few months ago, they stopped dancing around what was right there all along and made the conscious decision to see what the future held for them. Hours of conversation spent trying to dissuade one another from the need so strongly felt failed. In those few months, they were more honest than in any of the serious relationships that either of them had been in for the entire six years during which they'd known each other. Confessing to things that anyone else would keep carefully locked away and forgotten, admitting past misdeeds, even owning up to loves had and discarded. For six years, she had felt more comfortable with him than anyone else, but never truly believed the love he felt for her was real. The last few months had started to really make her long for her 'home' with him and now, with him moving so slowly, carefully inside her, she felt herself hurtling toward him in a rush, loving him with everything she had, her whole world narrowing to just the two of them, creating a place where only they existed. Home.
Sliding her ankles to the back of his thighs, and raising her head to press a kiss against his neck, she drew him further inside. They had to move slowly, thank god. They couldn't rush this if they wanted to or he would hurt her.
