A Sexual Friendship

Kissing me so hard that he is shuddering, gripping the tops of my sums tightly and pulling me toward him. I taste his lips, his thong, the sharp edges of his front teeth, the soft warmth inside his mouth. I slide up astride his lap, wanting to get even closer, wanting to disappear into him, blend my body with his. We come up briefly for air and I catch sight of his face. His eyes brim with unfilled tears. He emits a ragged sound we kiss some more, soft and tender, then fierce and hard again, his hands grasping at the straps of my dress, twisting them, clenching the material in his fists as if fighting back pain. And I know how it he feels- its so good it hurts. I think I'm going to die of happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing. Evan’s lips are rough yet smooth, hard and gentle. His fingers are fennel. His fingers are strong; I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down on my arms against my back. And I never want him to let me go.