Nothing Compares To You

Evanescence

"I need you, Debs. I need you now."

She pulled him into the room and closed the door, locking it behind her.

His mouth crashed onto hers as he pushed her against the wall.  She moaned into his mouth as his hands began to pull her jumper up, his fingers trailing fire over her skin.

They broke the kiss as he tried to pull it over her head.

"We - we shouldn't - be - doing...." she lifted her arms to release it. He pulled it over and tossed it yo the side.

"No, you're ..." he attached his lips to her neck and sucked. Releasing, there was a pink mark on her skin and a fire in her belly. "Right... this... is... " he kissed his way between her breasts as his hands slipped her straps down. "Wrong... but... youre... in my heart... my love..." he fell to his knees and undid the clasp on her bra, and it joined her jumper. "I need to... feel you. All of you..." He licked her skin as his hands tore at her jeans.

"Jesus Tom, that's..." she moaned as his mouth found her belly, her jeans and underwear now at her ankles. "What.. fucking Jesus.. what about Grace..." she pulled his head away as it roamed down towards her mound, his lips kiss swollen, his eyes dark fire.

"What about Iain?" He growled as he paused, driven by lust and need. His heart racing, as he saw her eyes every bit as ablaze when he looked up.

"Who?" She said, her hands tangled in his hair. She grasped his head and pulled him up to stand, kissing him fiercely. "There is no one but you. My lover." She ran her hands from his chest to his crotch.  He rose to meet her hand.

"Fuck. Oh FUCK!" He groaned loudly,  picked her up and carried her to the bed, leaving the rest of her clothes lying where they fell. 

Stripping his clothes like they were burning his skin, he lay on the bed, half over her, his body pressed to hers. He looked down, a sheen of sweat on his brow, the desire in his eyes matched only by the need in her body.  She craved his touch, his taste, his body on and in her.

"You sure?" She whispered."No regrets?"

He shook his head, and as his mouth found hers, he murmured, "Never."

They made love as if it were the first time. They made love like it would be the last time. Their bodies felt as strange yet familiar as ever. Each knowing instantly what the other wanted.

They hurtled towards a climax both desperately sought, their skin bathed in sweat, their minds in desire. All thoughts of the outside world gone. It was just them, their passion and this moment.

Crying out loudly, Debbie broke first, Tom falling over the cliff shortly after. He called her name as she felt him release and clutch at her like a drowning man.

As he came down from his high, she stroked his back and soothed him. Her own high a mere whisper ago, she felt his pounding heart against her chest.

Slowly, gently, she soothed him enough for him to let her go and roll to the side.  She turned and snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around her.

Kissing her gently, he smiled. "Hi kitten."

"Hi." She whispered back.  "What now?"

"Sleep kitten, sleep.  I'm not as young as I used to be!" He laughed softly, and she giggled.

"Can't say I noticed love, but yes. Sleep."

They drifted off, kissing and snuggling together. To hell with consequences, this was their moment.

However fleeting.