.You.
His tongue slides along your neck and you feel yourself quiver.
It never ceases to amaze you the way your body responds to his. At sixteen you were so aware of his every movement; the mere grazing of his hand along your back as he guided you into his car would set your cheeks on fire. But now as his hands are working their way up your thighs you feel yourself begin to boil, the very being of him surrounding you.
His eyes focus on you, the dark cobalt blue startling you now, though you have seen them everyday for the last eight years. He has a way of seeing you, of capturing you, as if he's trying to save the moment, remember all the details perfectly. You feel your body begin to glow under his eyes.
Your hand moves to rub along the length of his arm, loving the friction of your skin against his. He shudders, barely, so faint you almost miss it, but in his eyes you see the pleasure your presence is stirring within him.
His lips move down to cover yours, moving slowly, methodically as if memorizing the texture of you, and you nip at his lips, beckoning him to dive further.
You remember the days early in your relationship when heated kisses were as much as you knew of him; the first real slide of pleasure that floated in your belly when he kissed you in front of your house, that surprisingly earnest moment. The days and weeks that followed were filled with heated moments, a haze of whispered words and wet kisses, of barely peeking skin and stilted desire.
His hands move along your hips, skimming the skin of your sides and you shiver against him, the air running chilly against your heated skin. He smiles against the curve of your neck and you tighten your fingers in his hair.
His body covers yours and it is a feeling you relish, the beginning steps of the dance you have mastered, and all you want is to keep him close, to let the pressure build and tighten. His is pressed along the length of you and your legs move to wrap around his, cradling his hips with yours.
He is the only man you have ever loved and when you think back over the last eight years your heart throbs happily. He has come to represent all you have wanted in life, a person you so completely love that you can no longer remember a time without him, without the idea of him. He has colored your memories, the faded memoirs edged in vivid shades of red and blue.
You move your hands down his back taking extra care to scratch at the places that cause him to buck against you. You know him just as well as he knows you.
He is moving slowly against you, a long torturing path that has your head spinning and your blood boiling. And even as you enjoy the pace, feel your body respond against his hand, you wish for this first time to be fast, to feel your body pinned beneath his, to ride the rough wave.
His mouth comes to your ear, the soft murmurs tickling you, the hot words delighting you. You respond as he knows you will, your body coming to encircle him and you know you have down just what he has expected. His hands move again to skim your thighs and you feel the muscles quiver.
You think back to your wedding night, the way you trembled, your stomach a knot of nerves and anxiety, your heart and body ready, your head lost in a sea of worry. He could read you, even then, his eyes soft on yours, his hands assured and calm. Words had not been needed, but you gave yourself to him, the trust you had in him evident in your eyes.
Your hips tighten around his and you know you've come a long way since that night. There is a power in loving only one man, in knowing that he is the only one who will ever see this side of you, the only one who can see you like this. He relishes it, you know he does, even if he's never spoken the words.
You are the only person he's ever truly loved as he's so fond of telling you. But the words were never needed, the expressions and gestures enough to tell you just that.
You lick at his neck and he shifts, surrendering the power to you, his body beneath yours, and you smile, a bright brilliant smile that he returns. His smile speaks nothing of charm or arrogance, but only of unadulterated happiness and it is all you can do not to cuddle closer to him, to feel all of him. You lean forward to press your mouth to his, your lips faint against his as your teeth pull at his bottom lip.
He moans, a sound caught in another kiss and you bend, your hair surrounding the two of you. He grins up at you and you feel your lips spread wide, your eyes shining only for him.
His hands move to push the satin of your bra away and you shiver, the roughened skin of his palms cupping you, and you feel yourself go blind. He smiles at you and you can remember that first grin, that slow genuine smile that spread across his face when his eyes met yours across the scattered text books.
Moments blur into one another, time lost in a midst of heated skin and roughened pleasure. You can barely remember the words, your body locked only on him, your desire only for him.
Knowing you love someone like this, that he loves you the same way, is liberating. He has been all you have wanted or needed, and the light that shines in his eyes is all you need in this life.
You feel yourself begin to slide into sleep, the ease of being next to him, his presence lulling you. You know it will always be like this, he will always be beside you, and your last conscious thought is of the two of you.
Him…
You…
They are the very same.
I find peace when I'm confused I find hope when I'm let down not in me ... me... in You it's in you