I wish you'd call. I so want to hear your voice. And I'd like to ask you how your day went (in a 'friendly, easing-in' sort of way).
In my mind we are standing face-to-face. And I'm looking into your eyes; seeing a hunger there that I can only hope is mirrored in my own. I look for a little bit longer-letting the intensity build inside me; feeling the passion between us thicken. I can feel my pulse racing as I unconsciously lean towards you. I wonder what your lips feel like. I smile. But it quickly fades as you bring your hand up to my face and your thumb brushes across my mouth. You tilt my head and hold it steady to meet your lips in a kiss that is tentative and soft. You pull back, meet my eyes and smile. Then you dip your head for a deeper, more thorough taste; our mouths opening to each other and our tongues venturing out to explore and lick.
My hands can't seem to make up their mind what they want to do. They are pulling you closer and running up your chest; over your shoulders and now into your hair in an attempt to bring your lips even closer. Your lower lip is just begging to be sucked.
Our breathing has become labored and instead of coming up completely for air you trail a few kisses on my jaw before nibbling on my ear. Feeling your warm breath on my skin is sooo good, but hearing you struggle to catch it almost puts me over the edge!