When her hands reach for my shirt this time I let her pull it off.
Her hands wrap around my waist and she holds on tight as my tongue travels the length of her torso.
I want to tell her that I've loved her from the moment I saw her.
That every other time I had sex since then it was her face behind my closed lids.
I want to tell her that she can leave him and be with me.
But my tongue is busy.
She sighs as I yank and pull her pants off.
She is bare now.