One Moment [R18:Short Story]

I close my eyes and try to suppress a smile as you lean towards me for a kiss.

Your sweet smell overwhelms me. I sit up, smiling softly, forgetting about my plans for a nap. You kiss my cheek lightly, nuzzling my ear. Our eyes meet briefly in greeting and I open my arms. You swallow me in an embrace and I let out a sigh.

You straighten and strip off your shirt, damp with sweat between your shoulders. You stand above me for a moment, looking at me tenderly.

While you undress, I start to ask you about your day. You say you held in your mind a picture of me asleep in bed and wished you were beside me. You kick off your shoes and head for the shower.

I slide out of bed and follow you. I pass a mirror and look at my reflection dispassionately. With my free hand, I brush my unruly black hair from my face and a smile creeps slowly across my face. I think of how acceptance and love changes a person and I feel beautiful from within.

Coming out of my reverie, I feel the presence of you filling the corners of the room. The steam billows from the shower stall when I open the door. You pull me close under the water as I reach for the soap to wash your back. I protest, laughing, my hair flattening against my breasts.

I close my eyes as your arms close around my shoulders. I lean into your chest, smelling your essence. the water envelops us and we stand, mesmerized by its constant force. Then slowly we become aware of the pressure, the pressure of our bodies touching.

I push you away gently then, kissing your arms as they slide from my neck.

In the bedroom again, I raise my arms to put on a dry shirt and you grasp the fabric. Then you touch my face and I close my eyes. i feel you move your hand from my cheek, momentarily stopping at my neck, then down between my breasts.

I ache and raise my chest but you did not touch any of my aching tips. I lean into you and you support me with your other arm. The hand continues its journey over my belly and finding its way to my secret place.

Laughter catches my throat, sounding husky. My fingers grasp your arms to steady myself as I feel the tingling pleasure of your touch. My breath is already becoming deeper, a flush tickling my throat and cheeks. My hands move to raise yours and I linked fingers with you.

We face each other then, and I look deep into your eyes. I see love there, and an honesty that grips my heart. How I love this man, I think to myself, and I raise a hand to caress your cheek.