A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.
I was wanted.
Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.
But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.
Every encounter promised more friction.
The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.
Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.
And then it happened.
An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.
The electricity in the room was palpable.
Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!
His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.
My world melted in that moment.
I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.
His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.
My fingers caressed every curve, yearning to get beneath the fabric.
I pulled it all away, and he did the same.
Beholding our nakedness unleashed unprecedented joy in our expressions.
And more hunger for satisfaction.
I wanted my new lover to consume me completely.
As reality perished around me, I’m taken to the near-fatal edge of my existence.
Minds swirling together in ecstasy, limbs wet with our body’s mist.
Deep breath-taking, in your ears heart-pounding, a steady pressure-building sexual agitation.
All culminating in an unfathomable intensity.
It’s like we’re hydrogen and oxygen.