A Collection: Stories and Poems

12-18-14

He ran his hands through her hair as he kissed her softly before kissing up her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"My wonder, my love, my everything."

She shivered at the way his breath ran across her skin. He felt every breath she took, seeing how their bodies were flush with each other, her back on the couch cushions. He made sure not to put too much of his weight on her, just enough to where it felt like the puzzle was coming together. Her heart was pounding through her chest, faster and faster, as his lips pressed on the delicate flesh again and again. They were pure bliss in this moment, a rush of passion and love.

He pulled his face back a few inches to marvel at her. Even in the dim light, he could see the bright blush that stained her pale face. The way her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. She was so beautiful. She bit her bottom lip and brought her hands up to cover he face, her shyness taking over. With a soft smile playing on his mouth, he put all his weight on one arm and traced shapes lightly over the skin of her arms and wrists and hands, taking time to memorize everything about her, even though he seemed to know her better than he knew himself.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, the only place she wasn't covering. "Are you okay?" he whispered softly, knowing how nervous she got in situations like this.

He knew that if she wanted to stop, she would feel bad about it, and he would hold her late into the night, caressing her hair and assuring her that it was definitely alright to stop. All he wanted was for her to be okay. He wouldnt push her any further if she wanted to stop here, but if she wanted to keep going, he was going to let her set the boundaries. After years of learning everything about this girl, he knew how shy she was and how she would apologize for almost everything and that she still had the small fear of fairly intimate situations, and he understood. She was his sunshine, and he would do anything to keep a smile on her face.

She peeked through her fingers, her hazel eyes seeming to glow golden. "I'm okay," she barely said, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

He smiled at her, at this amazing girl he loved. "Do you want to keep going, love?"

She nodded, moving her hands down and biting her lip again, the way she did when she got nervous. "Of course, baby."

Her hands cupped his face, and she pulled him down to meet her lips, kissing him softly at first. He knew that once she got comfortable, she would take control a bit more, and he would let her have her way. Delicate fingers traced his cheeks, and the way her lips were moving on his grew more heated. He gently pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, the way he knew she loved. An almost silent moan escaped her, and it seemed to be a drug to him.

They kissed like this, the light dim and the moon barely shining through the blinds on the window. His hands on her face and her neck and running down her sides, and hers on his cheeks and tangled in his hair. She was like fine wine, and he was happy to get drunk. The world disappeared around them, and all he seemed to know was her, her, her.

She was his, and he was hers. In this moment, it was only them, the way their lips felt, the breaths that merged into one, the steady racing of their hearts. He was drowning in everything about her, but he was happily giving himself over. He would give himself over and over again to her.

He pulled away, running his hand over her cheek, and she leaned into his touch. He couldn't help the smile on his lips as he traced his thumb over her blushing skin.

"My lovely, my angel," he whispered, brushing his lips over hers.

She raised her hands to trace over his face, his neck, his collar bones, his arms. "My sunshine, my baby."

Warmth radiated through his body as she touched his skin, saying those simple words. He was so in love with this girl, this amazingly indescribable girl.

And he kissed her again, breathing her in, getting lost in everything that was her. "I love you," he whispered every time his lips left hers, going back almost immediately to kiss her again.

"I love you," she breathed in reply every time she got the chance, seeming that she could live off of the feeling of him.

They were purely love now, a hurricane of promises and trust and wonder. In this moment, it seemed that they were the sun and the stars and all of the galaxies. It seemed that they were everything, and at the same time nothing. They were untouchable, invisible to the pains of the world.

When he pulled away, he stared in awe at the galaxies in her eyes, at the way her breathless smile and flushed cheeks lit up the room. He knew she was getting shy under his gaze, and he watched as she hid her face again. But this time, he gently pulled her hands away, pressing soft kisses all over her read face. He turned his body so that his back was resting on the back of the couch, and he pulled her to his chest, resting his chin on her head, feeling at home with her in his arms.