I sat with my back against the footboard, legs stretched out in front of me, crossed at the ankles. I smoked and watched her sleep.
I had never wanted anyone so badly in my life: to be kissed, held and touched by her, to hear her words whispered so softly in my ear. I wanted to be inside her -β not just inside her but all of me in her, living and breathing in her chest, near the beating of her heart.
We were magnets, she and I, drawn together yet kept apart by a force unseen, but definitely felt.
At the opposite end of her bed, she stirred and flopped onto her back. A moan escaped and I wondered what she dreamt about. Her mouth eased open and I had an urge to kiss her, to cover her lips with mine and draw in her breath, her life, her words, her smiles and laughter.
I extinguished my cigarette and crawled gently over to her. I leaned over her and smiled down. She looked so vulnerable as she slept, and seemed incapable of causing me pain.
An ache crept through my body and my breath deepened. I leaned down and kissed her softly, sweetly, so I wouldn't startle her awake. I sat back and brushed my hands over her broad shoulders and down to the tips of her breasts. Her nipples sprung up and I smiled β no getting past those, they never slept.
I moved my hands down further over her lean, taut stomach and stopped at her pubic triangle, thick, dark and lush. I wanted to tangle my fingers in it, but just then she stirred and my eyes glanced up to see hers fluttering open, still in a mist of sleep. They darted about, then focused on me, and I smiled warmly at her.
Her lips curled into a smile, and her hands, long and slender, lifted from her sides to caress my arms and then my shoulders. She tugged gently, wanting to pull me down on her. I obliged. I gazed into her face, taking in every line, every feature: dark eyebrows, large, soft brown eyes, a small, perfect nose, sensuous lips.