Come here.

I really want to but I'm trying to do the right thing here and you're making it very hard for me to…

Think. I realize that your other hand has reached out and you're pulling me to stand in front of you, rising so there is barely room between us.

"Olivia…" You say my name like a plea and I finally stop fighting to do the right thing and say the right thing. I can smell the shampoo from your shower earlier tonight. I can feel the faint calluses on your hands in mine that speak of hard work. I can feel the warmth from your body and like a lock sliding into place, I know. You are the right thing.

I leave one hand in yours and bring the other up to run along the side of your jaw. Your eyes watch me as I lean forward and the fear I saw earlier is replaced by something else.

Something that rises out of the soft low moan you make as I bring my lips gently to yours. Just a simple pressing of our lips together and it seems as if everything I've ever wanted is right here with you.

I open my mouth a little bit, kissing your bottom lip. The one that's distracted me for longer than I care to admit. Changing the angle of the kiss a little, I bring my other hand to the back of your neck, releasing my own moan at the silky weight of your hair through my fingers.

There's no rushing here. Your lips are impossibly soft against mine and I'm content and distracted enough by that to not realize right away that your hands have found their way to my waist. Your seeking fingertips brush against the skin of my lower back and I'm pulled out of the kiss on a rush of air.

Your eyes are still closed and I watch as you wet your lips, my entire focus concentrated there. I've known desire before but when your hands start to slide up my back, raising my shirt, I realize I really never had a clue.

I bring my thumb to brush against the wetness on your bottom lip, continuing to run my fingertips down across your neck until my hands are resting near your shoulders.

"Natalia…" Your eyes open at the sound of your name and I've never seen anything more beautiful. Your face is flushed and your eyes are dark with desire and I swear I could fall on my knees and thank whatever force brought us here to this place.

I can feel the cool air from the bedroom on my back as your hands have found their way to the edge of my bra. Your pulse is racing beneath my fingertips, apparently keeping time with my heartbeat. Neither one of us move these gentle touches any further, excitement and apprehension dancing between us.

We exchange nervous laughter, both aware that neither one of us really knows what we're doing. But I can feel the soft skin of your collarbone where my thumbs rest…and I'm not sure it really matters.

"I just want to touch you." I'm barely able to get that out before you're kissing me again. And it's much, much different than before.

The gentle pressure is gone, replaced by the warm sensation of your tongue seeking entrance along my lips and on a groan, I am helpless to respond. Your mouth is so warm and as your tongue slides along mine, you slide your hands down to dip below the waistband of my pants.

I'm finally able to tangle my hands in your hair and God, it feels every bit as good as I thought it would.

I can feel my mind racing to keep up with the feel of you in my arms. You feel so soft and the solid warmth of you is making me feel almost desperate to see you. I slowly bring my hands to the top of your breasts, barely touching you and it's enough to have you pull away from our kiss.

I freeze for a moment, thinking I've done something wrong but that can't be it because your hands are pressing harder into my waist. I barely have a moment to think before your mouth is back on mine, warm and wet and you close the space between us, pressing my hands against you with a moan.

Your nipples harden against my palm and I take a tentative brush of my thumbs across them, feeling my own nipples tighten in response. I feel your hands pull away from my back and your lips slide away from mine, trailing along my cheek to place open-mouthed kisses along my neck.

I can't breathe. Your hands have found mine and are pressing me harder against you. A soft kiss to my collarbone and then you are pulling back to look into my eyes.

"Please…"

I almost find myself asking if you are sure, like some bad after-school special but your fingers are grazing my stomach on their way to the button of my pants and I have my answer.

As you fumble with the button, I reach down to grab the hem of your shirt and slowly pull it over your head. Dropping your shirt behind me, I finally look at you.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Olivia…" Almost shyly, you say my name and even in the darkness of the room, I can bet that you're blushing.

It would be sweet at any other moment but right now my mouth is practically watering for you and I can't think past seeing more.

I duck my head and take your mouth in a bruising kiss, splaying my hands across your back, feeling along the delicate muscles until I reach the clasp of your bra.

A bra made by someone with a foul sense of humor.

God...what a stupid invention...it should just...

I can feel you smile into my kiss and then your hands reach behind you to release the hooks. The sound of the fabric sliding across your skin might be the most erotic sound I've ever heard.

A few more seconds and I drop your bra to join your shirt. You've pulled back and are watching me look at you and I'm not sure who is breathing faster, you or me.

Your dark nipples stand out in relief against skin made pale by the moonlight filtering into my bedroom, shadows kissing along the contours of your skin.

"Lie down, " I clear the huskiness out of my throat, my turn to beg. "Please."

Oh God, please.

You back up onto my bed to rest back on your elbows, your legs dangling over the side, watching me. I rest my hands on top of your thighs for a brief second before reaching up and undoing the button on your pants. I slide the zipper down without breaking eye contact and after a few seconds of maneuvering, have your pants down among your pile of clothes.

I can't stop looking at you. The dips and planes of your stomach where the beauty of motherhood has made its mark. The soft fullness of your breasts contrasting with the hard peaks of your nipples. The flexing of muscles in your thigh as I knead the soft skin on my way to join you on my bed.

I stretch out alongside you and before I can even think, you've turned into me. Your hands are on either side of my face and your tongue wars with mine. I reach over to pull you closer to me and you groan into our kiss as our bodies touch.

Yeah, remember that part where I thought your bra coming off was the most erotic sound? I lied. Badly.

I'm still fully clothed and your skin feels hot against me. I wrap my left arm around your shoulders and use my right hand to pull you closer to me, your thigh sliding effortlessly between mine. Your hands are braced near my shoulders and I impatiently pull you down to me. You take control of the kiss, your hair falling to brush against my face. Bringing my hands to the side of your breasts, I can feel your hips press instinctively into mine in response.

Oh. My. God.

I'm not going to make it. You feel incredible moving against me and your mouth is a fire on mine and the feel of your breasts…you're so responsive. It's driving me crazy and I realize that I need to slow this down.

I feel like I've waited forever for you and there's no way I'm going to rush this. With that in mind, I push against you, rolling you over onto your back to hover above you.

Your eyes are locked onto mine and I can see so much in them and I swear I'll get this right.

Starting with this…

"I love you."

Even as part of me winces at the cliché of saying 'I love you' to someone the first time you make love, it's washed away by the look in your eyes.

You smile and say my name like a benediction, bringing my lips to yours in a kiss so gentle I can feel myself breaking under the weight of it.

Your thumbs brush along my jaw, opening my mouth to your kiss. The heat of your body is driving me crazy and I reach one hand down to start to pull up my shirt, only to be stopped by your fingers tangling with mine.

"Let me." You whisper as you continue to kiss me, the heat of your mouth a contrast to the cool air fluttering against my skin.

I stretch my arms against the bed above your head and let you pull my shirt off, leaning down slightly to make it easier for you. I'm dimly aware of the blood rushing in my ears as I realize that my mouth is just above the swell of your breasts.

It would be so easy to…just lean down and…kiss you…right there.

Keeping my mouth open, I risk a small taste of you and wonder at the softness against my lips. I press my lips against the skin above your heart and am rewarded with your hands flexing against my shoulders.

Your skin smells like home and I'm overcome with being with you now. It's so quiet here in my room and listening to you breathe, it feels like we are the only two people in the world.

You must feel it too because your hands have wandered around my shoulders and are slowly stroking up and down my back.

Your movements have nudged one of my bra straps down my shoulders and I can feel the moment you notice. Your heartbeat jumps beneath my lips, betraying the ease with which you nudge the other one down.

I feel your hands along the edge of my bra, your fingers hesitating for only a second before undoing the clasp and pulling the bra from my body.

Figures.

I can see your smirk from the corner of my eye and fall in love a little more.

As your hands skim along my face to brush through my hair, I lean up slightly and with excitement pushing the air from my lungs, brush my bottom lip against your nipple.

Once…then again…and then I'm pulling your nipple into my mouth, running my tongue against you as your hands pull hard against my hair. I slide my lips across your chest, lavishing the same praise on your other nipple, my hands caressing you.

You're moaning with every pass of my tongue and your hips have begun to move again, sharply reminding me that I'm still wearing my pants. And you still have your underwear on.

I may not know exactly what to do next but I do know that I need you naked against me. Now.

I reach up and kiss you roughly, groaning into the kiss as your breasts press against mine. The feel of you is almost too much and still not enough.

Abruptly, I pull away from you and kneel on the edge of the bed. My hands are shaking as I slide your panties down past your thighs without preamble, pulling them off your ankles as I step back to the floor.

I didn't think it could be like this, but I can smell you and…God.

I'm so focused on getting my pants off my body that I don't realize at first that you've slid to the side of the bed. As I step back from my pants, your arms wrap around my waist and without hesitation, your mouth moves against my breasts. You're kissing me, alternating between soft swipes of your tongue and brief nips of your teeth and I want to touch you. I swear I do but all I can do is drop my chin to my chest and curl my fingers into my palms.

I can't even move when your hands slip between the waistband of my underwear and start to guide them down my hips, your thumbs brushing dangerously close to the inside of my thighs.

The feel of you, touching me there, is intense and distracting and it has to stop. I'm flying blind here but I know what feels good and I have thought about you too long, in too many ways, to not do what I can to bring you pleasure first.

I break away from you to kick my panties off and before you can resume your position, I'm pushing you back on the bed, our kisses all tongues and teeth and sound.

I can feel my own wetness and I wonder how you will feel until my thigh brushes against your center and I don't have to wonder anymore. You're so warm and soft and your eyes seek mine as our bodies slide together. I can't believe how soft you are. I had imagined but to feel you…

"You feel so good." I'm verbalizing without thinking as our hips make small rocking motions, calves flexing in time with each other.

I start to bring my hand across your body, my fingertips worshiping you at every pass. Shifting a little bit to my side, I rest most of my weight on my elbow. I keep looking at you as my hand gets closer to the soft juncture of your hips, driven by this unknown need to be inside you.

Your eyes have such trust and love inside them, I can't look away. And so it's looking in your eyes that I feel you for the first time, feel the wetness that greets my fingers and the softness inside you as you move your legs a little wider.

"Olivia…" My name is dragged from your lips slowly, your eyes heavy lidded and on mine. I watch your face as I tentatively begin to move against you and inside you, biting my lip at the feel of your wetness.

I didn't know it could be like this with another woman. That it could be like this with you. The sounds you make, the way you move your hips as I press deeper inside you, even the scent of you is turning me on.

I let my finger graze higher and your eyes shut as your hand moves to my forearm, holding me there as you move your hips. I'm almost glad for the darkness in the room as all my senses are focused on how you soft and firm your body feels. On the heat pumping off your skin. On the sound of my finger moving against you. On the little noises you are making against the back of your hand.

I realize I'll forever be addicted to the way you sound.

I feel your muscles start to tense and you are rocking a bit harder and faster against me. Your fingers have slipped down my forearm and now have a death grip on my wrist. I want so much to make this good for you. I love you so much.

I press my lips against your shoulder and I can feel your body getting closer. I can hear you above me, your breathing punctuated with groans.

"Please…"

Anything.

"Don't stop." Even as you say this, I redouble my efforts, pressing harder against the bundle of nerves sliding along my finger.

A few more seconds and you come apart in my arms, your hips bucking against me, your hands buried in my hair, your face pressed against my neck. I whisper soothing lover's words to you while I kiss your cheek.

After a few more seconds, your hand falls away from mine and I gather you close. Listening to your heartbeat thundering against me, I am again amazed at the gift of your love. I promise myself here and now that your happiness will be my happiness. Right?

I'm so lost in my thoughts that it takes me a minute to realize your hand has started to make its way to my stomach. The backs of your fingers press teasingly against my hipbone and all I can do is grip the comforter.

You place a soft, sucking kiss below my ear and I'm lost.

"My turn."