Any and Every

Sensual

I stand, feet planted, in darkness. I can feel you behind me. Even though we're not touching, I can feel the heat of your body penetrating the two layers of denim between our legs, seeping through the back of my shirt. I feel your breath tickle the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Then your fingers are pressing slightly into my back, lifting the hem of my shirt, against the skin at the small of my back. Your fingers flirt briefly with the waistline of my jeans as with your other hand you reach up and remove the pin holding my hair. As the brown strands tumble down to settle around my shoulders, I close my eyes, savouring the sensation of your long, delicate fingers pressed into my spine.

Your name escapes my lips on a sighed breath, delicately tangling with the air and the rustle of fabric as you lean just the slightest bit closer.

"Yes?" you breathe in reply. Your breath teases the hair resting on my shoulder, and your hand abandons my back to brush it gently away, over my other shoulder. I shiver as your jaw slides against my neck.

I have nothing to say. My only reply is my gasp when you press your lips ever-so-gently into the side of my neck. Then the palm of your hand is pressing against my heart, and I lean back and dissolve into you.

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Author's Note: Yeah, so this is the same guy I'm writing about here, sorry for being obsessed :( but he's my muse, because he's so beautiful. Anyway, I wrote this a while ago, and figured what the hell.

Actually, I was playing a game of Truth or Truth a while ago with a couple of friends (it's Truth or Dare without the Dare and everyone answers the questions) and one of them asked "What was the most erotic fantasy you've had recently," and I replied by whipping out my notebook and handing her this piece of writing. So yeah. My muse. Those eyes. I can't really say anything more. My coherence is going out the window. I'll shut up now.