My fighter(Matt Rempe imagines)

When we touch(024)

When his hands run down my arms everything feels better. The air feels lighter, the waves roll more smoothly, the noise quiets, and my heart doesn't hurt.

He is my safe place. My calm before the storm. I never thought someones touch could feel like a kiss. Big hands could be so gentle and peaceful. When his knuckles run down my cheeks it's like a tear that hasn't fallen yet. And i don't want it to fall. I don't want the touch to hurt. I don't think it ever could.

His hands run up my thighs and i think about giving myself up. Myself up just for this touch to last forever. To feel his hands on me whenever i ask, whenever i beg and plead. I would turn myself into a sinner to keep his hands on me until i died.

When his elbow brushes mine time freezes. When our knees bump i want it to happen again. When he holds my hand while making love i know it's forever. I know his touch will feel like a kiss until we die.

He's never hit me, never lift his hand to my head. Never thought about it. Just rests his palm on my cheek and tell me everything is alright while i cry.

He runs his fingers through my hair and pushes my head down when necessary but so gently.

I want his hands sculpted. With every detail with his fingerprints, up to the callous. To love someone is to love their touch. And god do i love when he touches me.

"Baby, baby" He says as his fingers gently trace up and down my spine.

It gives me goosebumps. Makes me shiver. I know he can feel it, his fingers tease me by moving slower. A light touch of the skin, almost like raindrops.

"Hm?" I mumble into his neck.

His fingers make their way to my hair. He lightly grips it to pull my head back. His eyes find mine and the arousal i was feeling gets stronger.

I shouldn't love a mans touch this much. Love a man feeling my skin bare and raw. Yet i crave it from him. I would commit sins of the worst just to feel his knuckles run down my cheeks.

Maybe i've already sinned enough to get it. Maybe that's why i have him. And i'd continue to be a sinner to have his touch even if it kills me.

"Cold?" His other hand lays on my arm where the goosebumps rest.

"No, just pleased." I try to move my face back to his neck but his fingers tense.

He moves his other hand to my face. His finger pulls down my lip and he watches it. He does it three times. Three times i get to feel his touch once more.

"You aren't good at hiding what you feel, honey." He says as he loosens his grip in my hair.

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head.

"You always shiver when i touch you, why is that?" His lips turn into a small smirk.

"I like your touch." I mumble, slightly embarrassed.

His eyes twinkle. His smirk grows and he moves. His hand rubs my ankle then moves up my shins. His touch is light as a feather. Casually grazing my skin driving me crazy.

He moved his fingers in circles which makes me twitch from the light tickle. His smirk grows again and he continues to tease. Not moving but staying in the spot in continuous teasing.

With a third twitch he finally moves. His fingers manage their way to my knee. He squeezes my knee slightly before drawing back and drawing circles that tickle again.

The look in his eyes makes me know he knows what he's doing. The teasing, tickling, making my arousal spike into something that needs taken care of. But he doesn't care, he's a teaser with the touch.

He's always known that teasing turns me on. And he uses it to his advantage whenever he can. It's a blessing and a curse when used as he pleases. The blessing makes me feel free and alive, like i'm floating and nothing can pull me back down.

The curse is the devil sent through Matt. His teasing doesn't come lightly, especially when he wants to put me on the edge. Which happens more than not.

Right now, the devil is reaching through and he knows exactly how to use it.

He stops with my knee and moves up my thigh. With a slow, agonizing pace. It drives me up a fucking wall and i can't stop it. I can't stop it because the arousal i get from it makes me feel like lift off and never come back down.

He pinches my skin causing me to whimper.

"Hurt?" He says in the sarcastic worried voice.

I will kill him.

"You're teasing me, asshole." I whine, not realizing it'd give me more trouble.

He keeps pinching, he doesn't let up causing more unpleased sounds to whisper from my lips. When he suddenly stops i feel my high coming down.

And god be damned if i let it come down.

"Matt don't stop." I plead.

"So you do like it?" He taunts.

God he's so good at what he does. Too good, too much experience that it's frustrating he's so good. He knows how to use his fingers and i am so thankful but so riled at the same time.

His other hand moves up to mine and interlaces our fingers. I gasp from the sudden action but relaxed as soon as it came. I feel my body let loose and give into him.

"Please don't stop." I'm pathetic.

He doesn't. His fingers trace my upper thigh and all i can see is light. All i can hear is 505 by arctic monkeys for some reason and i'm in heaven.

He mumbles something in my ear but i'm so far from earth and our bed i don't pick it up. He kisses my jaw as his fingers continue to trace and pinch at my skin.

I've never felt so out of my body like i do now. And for some reason i don't want to come back to it. I want to stay in the pleasure of Matt and the arousal he brings to me.

When we touch it's like the moon and sun aligning. A beautiful sight and feeling that i don't want to lose. I want to shove it in a jaw and breathe it in on horrible nights that don't feel right.

When someone can turn you on by just a simple graze you don't let them go. You hold onto them because they're the ones with the gentle touch and who would never dare to raise a hand to your head nor face.

Matt may be the devil with some touches but god he can feel lime heaven with others.

His touch will linger like the smell of smoke after a fire. The fire for me will never not have a smell. His touch will be here to stay and i will make sure of it.