Their romance had budded one hot and humid night in the summer, the buzz from their smokes creating a bubble in which none but them existed in.
Her laugh has been as a gentle breeze, casually there but only for a fleeting moment. His every intention to regain her happiness that another had stolen. Their souls had intertwined that night, weaved into an almost impenetrable cord. Neither of them had been searching for anything more than a discreet encounter, hush hush. It was the thrill of discovering more than a sexual attraction that caused them to hang on each other's every word. She was so vulnerable, her heart worn on her sleeve, she enticed his protective nature. He was a safety net, her savior, his smiles and gaze had her hypnotized.
The rise and fall of his chest grew rapidly with each passing moment, the sheets were mangled in a desperate attempt to remain composed. The moonlight illuminated her figure at his feet, her fingernails gliding across his torso. He inhaled sharply as she brought him to immeasurable heights, his body burning internally. His need for her grew as her soft lips caressed the core of his manhood. Together they blissfully composed a symphony of pleasure, their crescendo finalized their woven souls.
Late night swims had become a frequent pastime of theirs. He insisted upon hand selecting her swimming attire. Uncomfortable in her own skin, initially she'd been skeptical of his choice. Unwilling to be seen as weak, she stepped forth into the moonlight. Gliding herself into the moonlit water, she had paused, his expression halted her confidence. 'Is there something wrong?' She had turned from him as if embarrassed. Her only response had been his arms encircling her waist, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. His eyes met hers and in that instant he became her world, everything was viewed through those damn haunting hazel eyes.
