It was a hazy, gray afternoon, not too cold, but not warm either. I was lying across the bed, reading a magazine, when he came into the room grumbling about finding something. He began to search through drawers and under the bed. Next he ventured into the unusually large closet in the bedroom.
He was looking gorgeous, as usual, with his dark brown hair, tousled and a little out of place. He had on a plain gray T-shirt, and jeans. I smiled to myself watching him reach up to look on shelves, and bend down low to look around the messy closet floor. I decided I’d join him in the search, for whatever it was he was looking for.
I got up from the bed and pushed my long blonde hair over my shoulder, tucking it behind my ears on the sides. I pressed my lips together, more out of habit than anything else, and walked toward the closet. As I reached the closet door, I rested my hands on the wall and leaned in to announce I was there to help. He looked up at me and smiled, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
With a mischievous grin, I flicked the lights in the closet off, and closed the door behind me. “Hey!” he protested! “How am I supposed to find anything in the dark?” I reached out with my hands and felt the soft T-shirt material on his chest. “Shhhh” I said, and pulled him close for a kiss.
His lips were soft and moist, and the familiarity of them never got old. We continued to kiss, slowly, teasingly, and passionately as he gave up his fight for the light. My hands moved over his chest, down his torso. I lifted his T-shirt over his head. He began kissing my neck and shoulders as I let my hands roam around his delicious stomach. Skillfully I undid the button on his jeans with one hand. I tugged on the waistband until the zipper slid down. As I slid my hand down his stomach, following the slight trail of hair downward, I was pleased to find him hard and ready. Just knowing how excited he was made me smile – mid-kiss.
