Monday Night

He was waiting on the porch when I got out of the car, watching me make my way up the stairs. As soon as I reached the top step, we smirked at each other and exchanged two lines about my driving before he grabbed my bag strap and pulled me to him. His beard scratched my cheeks, but I hung on tight anyway and breathed deep so I'd remember his aftershave for later, when the need to recall him (and the moment) would become too unbearable to put off any longer. I pressed harder against him as I felt his hands slip past my coat to grip my hips, and eventually dipping beneath the waistband of my pants to cup my ass. Despite the temperature, the air felt less chilly then, and I shivered for an entirely different reason.

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Once we’re in his room, he takes to exploring me with reckless abandon. For that single, precious hour, I let myself succumb to his touch and ban every anxious thought from my mind because with him, I never know when we meet will be the last time we meet. My nails trace new pathways down his back. His hot breath dampens my collarbone. The brutal dexterity of his fingers, wickedly curled as they slide in and out of me, steals any attempts at coherent speech. Sweat beads on the small of my back, makes the hair stick to my forehead, cements us to his dark gray sheets. 

The liquid heat between my legs spread warm over my thighs, and when he looks up, my knees hooked over his shoulders, he wants to see me staring. And I do. I’m entranced. But the intense expression in his eyes causes me to glance away. After that, I keep my eyes shut and open my other senses to accommodate the fullness of what I’m experiencing. When he finally replaces his tongue with his length, it is not pain, but the sweetest of aches that coax the ragged moans from my lips. As for the rest of what occurs, some details are too visceral to record even here. 

During the drive home, I swear I can still taste him in my mouth.  

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I burn and burn and burn whenever I’m with him. How long until the fire reverts to ashes again from yet another disappointment that seems an inevitable part of our up-down cycle?