With just one kiss he's stolen my breath. I can't grasp the words I was going to say before. Lysander presses his lips to mine more urgently, like he needs to know it's okay. I find myself kissing him back, inviting him in.
"Dominique" He breathes against my lips.
I press myself into him more as if trying to absorb him. I have never wanted anyone so badly in my life. I can hardly breathe as I slip the buttons on his shirt.
Lysander's breath shudders as he runs his tongue against my bottom lip, asking for entry. I let him explore my mouth as I rip open the last buttons of his shirt, revealing his perfect abdomen. He shrugs off the ruined shirt and tentatively slips a hand up mine, still kissing me senseless. I shiver with pleasure as his cold hands touch my stomach and trail up to the base of my bra.
I hook my arm around his neck and pull him down to the floor with me. He must realize I've given him all the permission he needs, because he begins to undo my shirt buttons with greed, somehow managing not to rip them off and scatter them on the floor. He breaks away from my lips and kisses down my jaw to my neck, down to my shoulder and my collarbone.
I use it as an opportunity to regain my breath, but it's not long before it's stolen again. Lysander's hands roam over my body and a moan escapes my lips. I realize how loud it is and so does Lysander because we pull away at the same time.
I flop back on the floor, exhausted and breathless, unable to string together a train of coherent words.
We sit in silence for what seems like forever, but no one comes to investigate the strange noises. I have finally caught my breath, but Lysander has other plans. He straddles me and walks his fingers teasingly up my torso and over the swell of my breasts.
"Lysander…" I whisper, but he silences me with a kiss and wraps his arms around me. I am content to lay there with him, but again he has something else in mind. He unhooks my bra and carefully removes it with his teeth. I bite my tongue to contain another moan.
Lysander's lips hover tantalizingly close to my bare chest, but he hesitates, once again asking permission. I take the opportunity to flip us over so I was on top. Lysander rolls us over again and doesn't hesitate this time to attack, nipping and kissing and sucking anything he could get his mouth on. I can't stop the next moan, but neither of us cares anymore who hears.
When I wake the next morning, Lysander is no longer near me. I wonder how it had gone so far. Because I lie on the floor naked, still breathless.
Oh, god. That was the first time I've ever written something like that. I got a little carried away… I'm surprised I managed to do that with a picture of Jesus staring at me the whole time...