As soon as we got inside, the door closed and he grabbed my waist, and he grabbed my hand and placed it on the door.
"God Jim, what... why is this so... why does this feel like something no one ever discovered before?"
We were very, very close.
My breathing was very heavy, and so was his.
He gave me this intense, dark, sensual look.
I started to feel like one of the many, many women that he had seduced, and it was so strange to be the one being seduced rather than the one doing all the work.
His hand slid up my waist, to my chest, and he gently touched my shoulder.
He took my hand on the door and brought it to his face, then his lips, and he kissed it softly.
"Do you want to be pampered?" He whispered.
I felt myself flutter, melt, and whimper under his touches and caresses.
"Do you want to be... appreciated?" He said as he took a bit of my shirt and pulled me lower so we could be face to face. Kissing the side of my mouth, I licked my lips, and he kissed me suddenly so hard, so passionately, I almost fainted from the intense excitement... it was almost painful, almost as if this one kiss would be my salvation as well as my downfall. It was as bittersweet as it was perfectly Brilliant.
I was murmuring sweet nothings in his ear as we went to his bedroom. He kept kissing me everywhere.
My fingers.
My arm.
My shoulder.
My neck.
My lips.
My leg...
And it was over.
I was done for.
"Oh, God... baby...I'm going to take care of you..." He said, his whole expression seemed drunk with amorous little movements... that brought me to an insane level of passion.
I lost all my sanity.
"I'm yours... I'm yours..." I said in a trembling, breathless voice, almost crying from relief.
And he touched me,
Slowly, softly, so excruciatingly slowly...
Kissing me there,
And his thumb teasing me...
I felt like there was a huge waterfall over us, and though we were drowning, I never felt more
Alive.
In a brief kiss, we looked at each other, in trembling breaths...
We felt as one.