His lips find mine first, needing me.
We sink into the kiss,
his mouth warm, his tongue slow.
Everything so
God-achingly
Slow.
Our hands fall down my body together.
Over my racing heart,
down my heaving, ticklish stomach,
the dip of my navel,
until his fingers slip inside
the front of my panties,
fingertips drifting across my skin.
Then his warm words spill over my lips,
sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’m yours tonight.
“Take whatever you want.
“Do whatever the hell you want with me.”
He presses into the soft flesh of my pelvis,
anchoring me, dragging me back into him,
nailing me between his hips,
making sure I feelallof him.
“You got me,” he says. “And I ain’t even fightin’ it.”
I try to breathe,
but my lungs don’t work. So I try again.
It comes out shaking.
I bite my lip.
Then let go of his hand before doubt sneaks in.
I convince myself it’s only a fantasy.
A night I’ll wake up from.
