I'm trying to write some things a little off what I usually write (Death, blood, fantasy, sadness etc.)
Today I thought lets try some romance!
She shrugged off her towel and so generously exposed every inch of her I had only ever imagined. Her smile, so radiant and knowing. She turned away, her eyes holding mine the entire time until I finally reached out to touch her.
Did she know how many times I had imagined this? How many times I had fantasised about touching her like this? God, how she leant into me, I didn’t think it would feel that good. She felt so small, so fragile in my arms that I just wanted to hold her, envelop her. She murmured something, that something turned into a laugh and I found myself laughing with her. It was a low melody between us, seeming to resonate as my hands found her face. Her hands trailed up to mine and held me there in that moment with a contented sigh. Did she know how good it felt to hold her?
“I want you to kiss me.” A small voice spoke up, much smaller than it usually was, a lot more vulnerable than she would ever admit to later.
There wasn’t a world where I could ever say no.
Even in my head I didn’t think it could be this intimate. It started chaste, I was terrified to scare her away and she must have noticed my hesitation because with a small laugh and a wicked smile she upped the pace. Her hands found my neck and quickly gripped onto my hair, all tenderness lost to passion and she took control. She was shorter, but as she pulled me down I was helpless to her. I couldn’t tell you when we left the bathroom, or when we fell onto the bed. I wanted to savour every moment of her because I was terrified of it ending but, around her, my mind just fogs over. And with her wanting m
e, with her kissing me and trailing her fingers over indents from nails. And hearing her moan, and breathe my name... I didn’t think I could lose myself in her so easily but here I was. I was a man lost, in this intimate, desperate moment.
