Author's Note:
I'm listening to FC Kahuna's Hayling (which of course I do not own) while writing this installment. Perfect music for what's ahead, I think....
Don't think about all those things you fear
Just be glad to be here.......
Was this really happening? I'm laying here, my eyes closed, and all I can do is breathe....make that an attempt to breathe. The air in our room is cool, but very charged. There is the faint sound of opera music from Mme. Kohl's room, and fainter still, the traffic outside.
Much louder is his breathing.
He has his hand on mine, and we are just lying here, together. We haven't said a word in nearly an hour; it's almost as if we are both afraid of making a wrong move. As if any misstep will negate this steady walk towards something more.
Now, I'm not a reticent man by nature, I speak my mind, know what I want and usually have a good idea how to get it.
But this is rough territory indeed. I have had my share of lovers, but never have I been so attracted and unsure at the same time. What if he thinks this is just a one night stand? What if it is just a one night stand?
I don't want to hurt him.
I touch his face, tracing the planes of his cheeks, memorizing him, running a finger across his lips. The lips that usually call me 'Dude'. Wondering if they look just as luscious sighing my name.
His hair is tousled; the light hits it just so and reddish highlights make me swoon.
Swoon? Didn't even know I could.
I have this need to make him mine. I'm suddenly jealous of everyone who's come before. All those women.
At least I think it was all women.
I pull him closer to me, and he wraps his very capable arms around me.
I'm in bliss.
Ten minutes later and I'm tumbling, falling into something at once inexplicable and divine. His hand is in a slightly different place now, and I'm making all manner of promises. Promises I would be foolish not to keep.I arch my back and a groan escapes my mouth. I think I'm back on Earth, but I really can't be sure.
He smiles, kissing my eyes, my mouth, that little place on my neck that very nearly sends me over the edge again. How does he know what drives me mad? How can he know? His lips feel like silk against mine, and I can't wait to feel them elsewhere.
I won't have to wait long.