Waiting For Winter

Soft As Silk

Her skin was as soft as silk.

It was 2:30 in the afternoon and we were still cuddling beneath my sheets. I'm in Heaven, surely. My fingers grazed her cheek, sliding her curls behind her ear. "You're perfect..."

Kimberly sighed at my words and proceeded to nestling her cheek into my palm. I leaned in so that our noses touched and our lips were inches apart. Then carefully I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her gently, but desperately. I claimed her as my own, smiling as I pulled away. About a minute went by as I watched her, and she blinked open her eyes and stared right back at me.

Kissing her again, I whispered,"Morning."

"Hi." She snuggled into me and sent shivers down my spine. Her smile was shy, but without regret or guilt for the night before. I smiled back, absently, thinking back to the way her face looked as she wielded the knife above my chest. I wasn't the least bit surprised, but it still broke my heart to see her in so much pain. I always wondered when and how she'd try to end my life. I never expected it to be like that. So personal.

Kimberly rubbed my bare chest and sighed again. Then she pulled back the blankets and crawled out of bed. One side of her gown hung off her right shoulder and I grinned, biting my lip and watching as she grabbed a handful of her curls and lifted them around to rest against her small chest. Licking my lips hungrily, I reached out dug my fingers into her sides, yanking her backward onto the bed beside me. She yelped and actually started to laugh. She laughed!! I quickly climbed on top of her. My hands had a mind of their own, raising the edge of her thin gown up her slender legs. She didn't protest, but instead her eyes followed my ascension up her thigh.

Pulling her gown up over her head I finally got the chance to marvel at how beautiful my future bride truly was. As I ran my hands along her smooth skin, Kimberly sighed yet again. It was then that I let loose and yanked her sweet lacey thong down her hips, then proceeded to yanking down my own knickers. I rose over her, gripping her thigh and lifting it so her knee rested up against her chest, then I slid myself inside of her. She bit her lip and threw her head back with pleasure, forcing me to begin thrusting.

A knock. Of fucking course. Of course something or someone would interrupt this amazing moment. Then they had the audacity to invite themselves in.