I could feel her tugging at my dark brown hair. Her fingers knotting in my hair, pulling a bit at my roots. As her fingers relaxed, and ran through my hair, I felt the soft, lightness slowly fall over my face again. My hair recovered my ears and forehead though her hands were still lost in it. I could her warm, sweet, yet rough lips against mine. I could feel the desire without looking at her. I usuallu looked her in the eyes when I wanted to know what she was feeling. No, not now. My eyes were lightly closed, as her lips contoured my cheek bone, to my ear, pushing the hair from my ear. "What do you feel?"she whispered, seductively. I was really feeling nervous, but yet exillerated. I love that she made me feel nervous. I hadn't been nervous for 3 years, but the way her body was pressed to mine, as she sat on my lap. It made me truely nervous. I was saddened when she stood, leaving me feeling cold, even though it was the same tempature as before she came to me.
I opened my eyes, and my hand shot up, grabbing hers. I drew her back to me without a word.
It only took one kiss. One peck that would have to hold me over. She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, clearly knowing what I desired, before she slipped her hand from mine, as practically danced over to the loveseat, working on her writing, leaving me in shock.