It's late. I walk into your room. I shouldn't be here. I see you laying in bed, hear you breathing. I always loved watching you sleep. I walk to the edge of your bed. I should walk away, leave, but I don't. I brush the hair off your forehead, gently, trying not to wake you, but not gentle enough. You wake up, confused. I shouldn't be there. I try to think of something to say, some excuse, some reason for being there, but nothing comes out. Then you look at me...and smile. Such a sweet smile. Sweeter then any that you've given me in the past. "It's been so long," you whisper, "I've missed you, needed you."
Your words hit me, go through me, galvanize me. I kneel next to your bed, my face next to yours. I run my fingers through your hair, feel it curl around them. "I've missed you too. I need you more than anything," I try to speak boldly, forcefully, but emotions force my voice to a ragged whisper. I lean forward, toward you. I pause, waiting for you to back away, not sure what to do. You solve the problem lifting you head, pressing you lips to mine. They are dry, soft, and taste sweet. Our kiss starts gentle, hesitant. Two people not sure of the other. My tongue slides out and softly runs across your lips. You open your mouth slightly and your tongue reaches for mine. They meet and our gentle kiss erupts into something more. My hand entwines in your hair, pressing your mouth to mine. Sparks fire in front of my eyes. There is a roaring in my head. We pull apart. You look at me. "Wow" is all you can say.
I move back a bit, shocked by the intensity of what we just shared. I look at you, and you smile. I move to kiss you again. You shift on the bed to make room for me. I wrap my arms around you, holding you to me. Everywhere around me is your smell. It drives me insane. I feel your body pressed against mine. The familiar feel of your curves fit perfectly against me. We kiss. This time my hands roam over your body; your back, your hips, your backside. My left hand rubs circles on the small of your back, while my right finds its way under your night shirt. I turn you onto your back, still kissing you. I slide my hand up your side, feeling your ribs, I pause just below your breast. I break our kiss, look into your eyes. "Do you want this?" I ask, tense for your answer.
"For the last 3 years. I've wanted this so much," I see the truth and the longing in your eyes. I close my hand on your breast, feeling the nipple harden against my palm. Your hands are moving too, sliding down my back, pulling my shirt out of my pants, over my head. "I need to feel your skin," you voice is husky, full of emotion. You start kissing me, my neck, chest. Your mouth finds one of my nipples and bite gently. My breath hisses through my teeth. You've never done that before. I feel myself stiffen instantly. I pull back. "My turn," I growl, pulling your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties. I look at you. Your breasts, small, yet perfectly formed, call to me. I take one nipple in my mouth and feel you moan. My hand holds the other, rubbing the nipple with my thumb. Your hands run through my hair, down my back. You start tugging at my belt, trying to get at me. I smile against your nipple. I slide my hand down your side, finding the edge of your panties. I start to rub your through the thin material. I feel you moan again.
"Not fair," you groan. "You have too much on!". Your hips start to move against my hand as you get my belt open. My pants button is next. You unzip me and slide your hand into my pants. You find me, hard and ready. "No underwear?" you ask, surprised.
