There's something so young about the admission. He's okay with anything I want — and really, I believe it. But it's been a long time since the prospect of being wanted was enough to excite me; my stomach doesn't flutter at the thought of a kiss, my skin doesn't sear at the briefest of brushes. These days, what it takes to excite me is the give and take of intimacy, of peeling back just enough to know where one's desires meet with their partner's.
In the blanket of darkness, I let myself listen to every signal he gives. The hitch of breath, and the purchase of fingertips to fabric, shifting and sliding until I can feel my skin meet flush with his. Everything's fast now, but I know that could change in an instant. At some point, time will start to present itself as the luxury any of us are loath to release.
"Bedroom," I whisper, explaining where my steps are taking us as I kick off my heels, one hand reaching underneath his waistline to his ass, pulling him closer. "Tell me what you want."
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Date: 2015-02-23 04:44 am (UTC)In the blanket of darkness, I let myself listen to every signal he gives. The hitch of breath, and the purchase of fingertips to fabric, shifting and sliding until I can feel my skin meet flush with his. Everything's fast now, but I know that could change in an instant. At some point, time will start to present itself as the luxury any of us are loath to release.
"Bedroom," I whisper, explaining where my steps are taking us as I kick off my heels, one hand reaching underneath his waistline to his ass, pulling him closer. "Tell me what you want."