time, and the lack of it

You have such beautiful skin.

Well, help yourself, love.

Don’t mind if I do...

That night everything fell into place. Me, him. The time. The place.

My hands searched for him, I wanted to get him as close as possible, and he let me, with eagerness. The way he touched me, where he touched me. It messed up with my mind. His fingertips sliding against my skin set everything on fire. I couldn’t have stopped him even if I wanted to. And I didn’t. If it was up to me, we would have stayed in that room forever. But we didn’t. Time was running out and he would soon leave.

So I took whatever I had left with him and made the best of it. I made it good. I let him play with me, amuse me. I let him make my dreams come true. I was losing him soon. So I also had to lose myself with him. It wasn’t a hard thing to do. He was my everything.

The way his fingers traced the lines of my body, the way he followed the map of my thighs. He knew exactly where he was going. I arched my back and closed my eyes.

Ready to experience all that he had to offer. All that my senses were ready to take... and so much more. I screamed that night with a fire that smoldered me up, that turned me to ashes. I was his completely, and enjoyed every minute of it... right until he was gone and all I had left, were the sweet, sweet memories of him and the things he could do to me.

He left and I already wanted him back.

Maybe, just maybe, one day I would have him again.