Thanks to Jacksonscupcake for making me blush and lulabelle98 for checking it quickly :)
- Bella -
The beach, the moon, the rush of the surf. Waves roll on the sand, as unstoppable as time. We stand in the breeze, your hands linked with mine. Close together, I drown in your eyes. One night. We have one night.
One.
.
Looking down at me, you lean in to kiss me again. Soft as silk, your lips on mine. The hint of your tongue as you beg to let you in. It's all consuming, electrifying. Exhaling, it feels like years of tension fall away as a stream of new energy steadily builds. More, I want more.
Rush.
.
Your hands in my hair, tangling, gratifying. Tilting my head back as I hold you to me. Now that I have you, I don't want to let go. Hold me please. Hold on to me. Your arms tighten, muscles rolling under skin. My whimper embarrassing yet unstoppable. I've waited for this for so, so long.
Forever.
.
You taste like musk, like lilac and sunshine. Satin skin, fluently moving. Through your clothes I feel your heartbeat matching mine. Hammering, stuttering. Fluttering like butterflies. Are you nervous, too?
I am.
.
You break away, a groan in your chest. The sound jolts through me - I do this to you. Your lips on my cheek, my jaw, the soft hollow under my ear and when you suck, I sag. Holding me up, you intensify as I open up, submitting to whatever you will grant me. I will take it all.
Vulnerable.
.
Your lips at my ear, nipping the lobe. Words that only register moments after they have left your mouth. "Let me take you home." I want to. Believe me, I want to. When I can't move, you lift me like a babe. Cradling me to you, you tell me how long you have waited for this. You, too.
Wonderful.
.
Exhilaration as we find your car. Leaving my truck, you promise to help me get back tomorrow. I climb in next to you. The silver Volvo, how often have I sat next to you dreaming of this night? Your hand on my leg, on my arm, at my neck. Now that you've touched me, you're not letting go.
I want.
.
Your house so big, I've been here before. Your parents away, you're quick to assure me. Taking my hand, up to the third floor. Your bedroom I have seen, but never like this. All the same and yet so starkly different. The bed unmade, I long to drown in your scent.
Homecoming.
.
I'm pressed into the wall, your hands seeking and taking as I surrender to your touch. Your kisses hungrier, your hands more demanding as the mood rises and desire explodes. Take me, want me, make me whole. Your hands in my hair again, I moan as you groan. Too good.
Overwhelming.
.
Up on the bed, clothes disappear like whispers in the night. In boxers and boy shorts, we are feasting with our eyes. I know your body, I have seen you in swim trunks. But now it is mine to touch and I do, fingertips trailing over hard planes, triggering soft shudders and tiny contractions.
Perfection.
.
Your hands do the same, seeking out spots that make me arch, or groan. When I do both, you do it again. And again and again, until I claw at your back to beg for relief. You let go to pull back, your eyes searching mine, blazing and deep.
My angel.
.
It is all we shall do. You are between my legs, two layers of fabric keeping us from what we want. For now, this is enough. I know you know and you know I know. Soft caresses, heavy petting. You don't try to hide your desire, and as such I freely show you mine.
It's liberating.
.
No words are spoken, as you learn my body and I learn yours. Your fingers like feathers covering every inch, followed by your eyes, followed by my blush. It feels as if you are remembering me, imprinting my image in your soul.
Branded.
.
Coming down from the high, your body warm against mine. "You're leaving," I state, and it's all that needs said. "I am," you reply, and it's exactly enough. We are quiet again, as in our friendship not needing many words. Understanding to the core.
I'm yours.
.
A year, you say. Perhaps then, you can move here or I come to you. If I want to, you add. You can come home in between, or you'll try. Residency, not the easiest route. The knowledge of all the impossibilities heavy in the air. But you have my heart, and I want to keep it close. As such, I'll follow you.
You're mine.