She's beautiful. I mean really beautiful. I look at her and my breath
is torn from my lungs. I've never met anyone like her. She's so nice and
fun and totally smart. I can't believe I'm actually here in her bedroom.
I'm just spending the night, but wow. She's so beautiful. but I said that
already, didn't I? I just can't help but say it again. We've been talking
for hours, mostly about little inconsequential things, but occasionally our
eyes meet and there's that moment of awkward suppression. We can both feel
it. The want, the need. the desire. Her bright eyes connect with mine and
I'm trapped. I've avoided looking her in the eyes for so long, avoided
subjecting myself to the beauty and love. But now I have. I'm so screwed.
I try to speak. I probably look like a fish. I believe my mouth is moving, but I don't hear any noise. She's smiling. oh man, don't smile. It's a little smile, more a smirk than anything. Something in me moves, moves me closer to her. I. I'm so close. I can feel her breath wash over me. I gaze lovingly into her eyes and let my emotions take control. We kiss, hesitantly at first, then eagerly. I cup her face in my hands, pulling her closer, gently parting her lips with my tongue.
I never imagined it would happen this way. Well, yes I did, but imagining is as far as I thought it'd go. She moves closer, pressing against me, letting her hands wander down my body. I gasp softly as she runs her hands up my side and deftly un-snaps my bra. Warm hands explore as I return the favor, gently rubbing her sides and back, occasionally letting a finger slip beneath the band of her tight jeans. It's getting out of control. We're getting out of control. Her parents are home, but at this point, who the hell cares? I've waited for so long just to kiss her, and now we're going all the way.
Our shirts are gone. Not sure when or how, but I know we're topless. Her soft breasts are so enticing. I can't help but touch them. I move down to kiss her neck as I cup her, licking and nipping softly at the tender flesh just below her ear. I can feel her moan and it just makes me wetter. She's arching against my hands, so I gently push her back onto the bed. I pause and she looks to me questioningly.
"What's wrong, Haruka?" She looks worried, possibly afraid that I'll reject her.
"Betsuni, mitsukai." I murmur as I straddle her. "Betsuni."
As we start our slow, sensual dance yet again, I know that she's the one. I'll love her forever if she'll let me. I hope she lets me.
"Aishiteru."
I try to speak. I probably look like a fish. I believe my mouth is moving, but I don't hear any noise. She's smiling. oh man, don't smile. It's a little smile, more a smirk than anything. Something in me moves, moves me closer to her. I. I'm so close. I can feel her breath wash over me. I gaze lovingly into her eyes and let my emotions take control. We kiss, hesitantly at first, then eagerly. I cup her face in my hands, pulling her closer, gently parting her lips with my tongue.
I never imagined it would happen this way. Well, yes I did, but imagining is as far as I thought it'd go. She moves closer, pressing against me, letting her hands wander down my body. I gasp softly as she runs her hands up my side and deftly un-snaps my bra. Warm hands explore as I return the favor, gently rubbing her sides and back, occasionally letting a finger slip beneath the band of her tight jeans. It's getting out of control. We're getting out of control. Her parents are home, but at this point, who the hell cares? I've waited for so long just to kiss her, and now we're going all the way.
Our shirts are gone. Not sure when or how, but I know we're topless. Her soft breasts are so enticing. I can't help but touch them. I move down to kiss her neck as I cup her, licking and nipping softly at the tender flesh just below her ear. I can feel her moan and it just makes me wetter. She's arching against my hands, so I gently push her back onto the bed. I pause and she looks to me questioningly.
"What's wrong, Haruka?" She looks worried, possibly afraid that I'll reject her.
"Betsuni, mitsukai." I murmur as I straddle her. "Betsuni."
As we start our slow, sensual dance yet again, I know that she's the one. I'll love her forever if she'll let me. I hope she lets me.
"Aishiteru."