He gently maneuvers us fully onto the bed and finds my eyes with his own. I’m not sure what he’s seeking, but I see such tenderness and desire in his own. I wonder if he can see my love and desire for him in mine. He gently kisses me before beginning to move within me again.
This time is slow, languid. He cradles me to his body, molding me firmly to him. There are no words. There’s my gasps and moans as he strokes within, long drawn out sliding of friction against my sensitive walls and nerves. He moves to suck my nipple into his warm mouth and swirls his tongue around it. My back arches off the bed, pressing my breast more fully to his mouth. My hands grasp his biceps. I feel them flex under my fingers. He releases my nipple with a light pop and moves to minister to my other one. Thought flies away. A sheen of sweat develops on our skin. We build toward our completion. He leaves my breast and he’s kissing me again. His movements become erratic as he chases his finish. I’m there with him, poised on the edge. Then with a burst of light behind my eyes, we’re both tumbling into euphoric glory with one another. We float in our afterglow, soft caresses and easy petting as we come back into ourselves.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and runs his thumb across my cheek. He smiles at me. I get the feeling he wants to say something but is afraid… of what I’m not certain. I am full of emotions I probably shouldn’t be having for a man I barely know. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him, but I hold back. I’m also afraid. So I focus on this moment with this man who has made me feel seen, special, and loved. I smile back to him, dropping my eyes to his chest where my hands have come to rest. I kiss his sternum which earns me a chuckle.
“I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do with you,” he tells me. “We’ve gone at it twice now…”
“Thrice counting last night,” I interrupt.
“Yes,” he laughs, “thrice, and I still feel I can’t get enough of you. I am addicted to you.”
“Are you comparing me to a drug?” I tease him.
“My own special brand. A medicine for my heart I didn’t know I needed. Tell me, how often should I expect to take a healthy dose?” He gives me a quick kiss. “Weekly?” Kiss. “Daily?” Kiss. “Hmm? Hourly?” Kiss. I’m giggling, but my eyes drop to his lips as he stills.
“Minute by Minute,” I answer, leaning forward and capturing his lips in a deeper kiss.
He rolls us over so that I straddle him. He’s still inside me. I feel him begin to swell and fill me. His hands grip my ass as I give a tentative swirl of my hips. His moan encourages me to continue. I can’t hold back my shudder as he pushes up into me. It… He feels so good, like I’m made just for him. This isn’t just sex. Our bodies move together in a silent declaration of love and it takes my breath away.
We gaze deeply into each other’s eyes, seeking truths we haven’t spoken. It is the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. I cradle his face in my hands, thumbs tracing his rough stubble. I whisper his name like a prayer, “Charlie.”
His grip on me tightens with his need, “I’m right here with you,” he murmurs. “I can’t imagine ever letting you go.” His words envelop me.
Our movements are slow. He traces my lower lip with his thumb, then down the side of my throat. He kisses his way along my throat to my chest, lingering just above my heart. I feel my eyes begin to tear at the intimacy we’re sharing. I lean forward, touching my forehead to his, our breaths mingling. His eyes close and I feel him shudder before we’re kissing again, slow and deep.
His hands glide across my back, guiding me in our movement together, setting the rhythm of our bodies. Time has no meaning, there is only us in this moment, our heartbeats keeping count, our breathing in sync, the whispered sound of my name on his lips.
We build slowly, stoking the flames of our fledgling relationship. When release finds us, it’s a consuming rush of emotion that leaves us both in awe. I hold to him as if I can keep this moment forever, pressing my face into the crook of his neck as our breathing evens out and time finds us once again.
