Midnight Hour
It was late, too late to still be awake. You had always heard the midnight hour brought nothing good but today, today you had to beg to differ.
23:56
Hands. His hands felt like fire against your thigh as he slowly grazed the slit on your dress before trailing his fingers inside the silk fabric. Yours felt like ice along his chest as you parted his shirt.
23:57
Breaths. His breath mixed with yours was a sauna that neither wanted to leave. The slight blows of cool against the heated flesh of the other only added to the heat in the room.
23:58
Gasps. The slight intake of air he made when you gently, but firmly, allowed your nails trail down the bare back of the man in front of you. The short breath you made as his teeth found your collar bone and trailed them across your shoulder.
23:59
Moans. The only form of communication either of you could provide as the hands, breaths, and gasps continued.
00:00
Surrender. As you both joined your bodies gave in to the other. Neither providing a fight as this was the only place you wanted to be, the only place he wanted to be.
00:01
"Raf.."
"Mi amor."