Kiss me quick

“I’m coming in so you better not be naked” I shouted through the door before pushing it open. To my surprise, it did actually open. The noise around me faded as my vision tunnels in on the man in front of me.

“It’s really you,” I whisper.

There’s no response. Just an open-mouthed silence.

Closing the door behind me I walk over to the bottom bed of a bunk and clamber onto the mattress. I stay on my knees and just stare. He stares back before scrambling down onto the lower bed. Sitting with his back against the wall he lifts up one arm.

“Come here.” He demands.

I do.

I curl myself up under his arm, my head leaning on his chest and my hands splayed against his stomach. His arm wraps around my shoulder, squeezing me in tight, whilst the other falls down to my hands, lacing his fingers through mine, holding me in place.

“I never thought this would actually happen” he mummers against my hair. I can’t say anything back. I never thought it would happen either. But here we are.

His thumb starts idly stroking across the back of my hand, sending electric shivers down my spine. I start moving my free hand up and down his chest, fingers lightly running over the fabric of his t-shirt, exploring the body I never thought I would get to touch. I rest my hand against him once more when all of a sudden his hands are on my arms and he swings me to face him, pushing my legs on either side of his.

My breath is stolen from me. I get lost staring into his eyes and I forget how to breathe.

Until he kisses me.

It’s a soft press of lips at first, hesitant, as though I’d push him away.

I do the opposite.

Running my hands through his hair I press our faces closer together and groan into his parted lips as our bodies touch.

My hands mirror his, running down the sides of his face, neck, across his shoulders, over his chest and down to the bottom of his top. I hook my fingers under the material and pull it up over his head, forcing a separation between us. I bend my head again and run my mouth over his jaw until he forces us apart this time. Pulling my top up and running his hands over every bit of skin he can as he pulls it up. As he stretches to take it all the way off my eyes are drawn to the muscles contracting.

I reach behind and take off my bra, letting it fall between us. His hands splay over my breast, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My back arches, pressing me against him as he takes one in his mouth, gently biting then harder until I beg him to stop, before moving to the next.

I start rolling my hips against him. Feeling the swell of him against me.

Reaching between us I fumble with his jeans. Adrenaline and lust coursing through my veins making it hard to concentrate. Sliding me off him as he stands up, his own fingers make quick work of the buttons, his underwear gone in the same moment as his jeans.

I step back and admire the sight before me. Stepping closer, he snakes one hand around my waist and the other on my back. He presses me to him and hovers just above my mouth, forcing me to stand on tiptoe to meet the kiss. My pants are lost as we fall back onto the bed.

Once again I’m straddling him as he’s sat up, but this time, there’s nothing between us. Pressing myself against him I lower a hand to move him to me, already wet enough without the need for foreplay.

He doesn’t wait for me to take control. He thrusts inside of me and time stands still as finally, we are whole.

Reaching a hand up he gently touches my face, leaning my cheek into his hand I let the tears roll down. Leaning forward he kisses the tears before moving to my mouth, biting my lips gently before the kiss moves to something primal.

Our hips rolling together in perfect time.

He falls back onto the bed, taking me down with him before turning me over so I’m lying beneath him. He moves  inside of me, I scream his name and rake my nails down his back. He moves again and my back arches off the bed, chest to chest.

I wrap my legs around his hips and bring him down for a kiss. My hands are wrapped in his hair.

We’re both struggling to breathe.

The rhythm failing and becoming erratic.

One last thrust and we scream together.

He falls down next to me and instantly wraps his arms around me, cradling my body against his.

The air around us is on fire.

My body has turned to liquid.

A hand on my chin lifts my face to his and he lays a gentle kiss on my lips.

His arm stretches out as my pillow, another covers me for my blanket. Legs entwined together.

“I’m so glad I finally met you.” Floats through the air as we fall asleep, entwined.

© Rowanne S Carberry 05/07/16