the butterfly act

Everyday

He slowly unrolled the stockings off my legs,enrollong his fingers all over my body.

I danced at his touch. Later he grabbed the rim of my lace undies' and dragged them of my waist. As the underwear fell of my toes ,he planted a stream of wet kisses along my leg. Moving towards my inner thighs until he reached my vagina and began frivolously licking and caressing.

I had moaned and whined and he only got faster and faster. His tongue appeared in my cervix and I couldn't take it any longer.

I was coming. But i still needed more. I needed him.

I unzipped his pants, interrupting his tongue movements inside me , and pulled them down hastily. His face met mine with that devilish smirk ,i missed.

He pinned me down against the now uncomfortable and wet sofa. He kissed my swollen lips, from biting , and i returned the kiss getting deeper and deeper. My arms wrapped around his neck. His naked body flat on mine.

The kiss stopped when i felt his hard cock fall against my vagina.

Searching for the hole. Then it eased itself beautifully in. Making me feel each and every sliding movement against my contracting walls.

I woke up ,the quiet world around me getting deeper and deeper. The dawn had risen and brought the view beautiful to behold against my window.

My body under the sheets tingled and thoughts of last nights endeavours put a much awaited smile on my face.

Even after five years he made me feel this way.

He wasn't lying next to me and his side of the bed was definitely less messy than mine.

I expected as much.

He must have carried me here last night.

God , how much i hated this bed. Another silk ridden hole where only these hopeful dreams and fantasies of unheard of emptiness patrolled with me at nights.

I grabbed my robe from across the room slipped it on my slender frame and stride in to the kitchen. I turned on the kettle then walked towards fridge grabbed the butter and began to spread it between the croissant.

A warmth was felt next to me and all of a sudden i was wrapped into these strong arms. My whole body eased at the touch and my shoulders fell back into his body. He began straddling my to the silent music and i followed. Kisses were planted at the nook of neck and later rested is head.

"Im sorry" he whispered.

His sincerity wore me down. I didnt say a word in reply.

After a few moments in this heaven i shook him off as i heard the kettle beep. And began to make two cups of tea.

And passed him the plate of glazed croissants across the small antique wooden work table. Remembering how i worried i was about the table making it into this apartment in one piece.

I sat across him and sipped on the scalding tea. He waited for his to cool down a little and began to nibble into the croissant.

He was beautiful to watch. A beautiful man inside and out.

His jock shirt was fit on his broad shoulders and waist. The buttons open up at the top ,presenting that tan chest of his.

His hair golden hair was slightly damp and messy and he smelled of that aftershave i bought him.

I could draw every inch of his body my memory.

Often thought of what i would like to change about him and no matter how hard i tried honestly couldn't find a freckle to remove.

But that was long ago, now the list grew and developed until it no longer held who or what he truly was.

He caught me string into the abyss and called me back.

"What are you thinking about?"he asked curiously.

"The last time we had breakfast together!", i answered ,"i still cant recollect when that was."i said, sincerely with a smile.

He grew quiet and distressed. What i said hurt him, i didn't mean to.

"What are you doing here anyway?"i asked.

"Umm.. I thought I would take the day off, help you pack!",he said still distracted.

"Good, cuz the italian cupboards still haven't been brought up, oh! and call up the maintenance guy cause the landlines not working. "

He twenty nine year old child smiled.

"Timmy is coming in half an hour or so, he's dying to meet you !"

"Gotta long day ahead of us,huh?"

He nodded in reply still smiling ,still keeping his eyes behind me.

I got up from my seat and walked out passing him. But he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.

"Last February in Seattle." He hardly made out, still fixated on his tea.

I bent down levelling my head with his and pulling his face to face mine.

His eyes were stagnant and drenched in regret.

He wasn't allowed to be this hurt, i thought to myself.

I kissed his lips softly ,then planted a strong kiss on his cheek.

And left.