#mr11

I made a slow attempt to turn over to face him without waking him up. He stirred a little and snuggled up against my neck again, his hands wrapping tighter around me. I felt his lips brush against my collarbone. 

He was awake. I could smell his perfume as his blonde hair caressed my cheek.  He did not speak. His lips slowly roamed over my collarbone and softly pressed against my skin. His touch was so gentle I could only close my eyes and let his warm breath caress me. 

I slowly ran my fingers through his hair and I felt his lips part from me, almost touching. 

‘Why’d you stop?’ I softly muttered and he raised his head to look at me, his arms slightly loosening around me, my fingers in his untidy hair. His eyes were watery, full of sleep and they captured mine. 

He looked at me carefully, his eyes travelling all over my face in the dawn light. ‘I...’ I stared at him warmly as his hoarse voice filled the silence around us. 

‘I just don’t want to do something wrong.’ He whispered and lay there motionless, eyes not letting go off mine. 

I did not speak but questioned him with my eyes. ‘I don’t want to do something that makes you leave.’ He said and I softly played with his hair. 

‘What makes you think I am going anywhere?’ I asked him whispering, moving my face closer to his. 

‘It’s morning.’ He said almost sad. ‘No more storm.’ 

He was only a few centimeters from me and all I could think of was how I wanted to close that distance between us, how I wanted to touch my lips to his and I did.

He gasped at my kiss and immediately pulled me closer to him, our bodies crashing to each other.  ‘I don’t want to go anywhere’ I whispered in his mouth and I saw him smile warmly before he kissed me again. 

He kissed me and I trembled at his touch. He kissed me and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted him to kiss me, how badly I wanted him to touch me.

And he did. His lips hungrily wandering on my skin. His hands softly brushing over my body. 

And then it was only us. 

His hair. 

My hands. 

His mouth. 

My neck. 

His moans. 

His name. 

And then it all went blank. 

We laid there, entangled with each other on his bed, sweating. Our panting the only live sound in the room. 

I could feel his eyes on me as I stared at the ceiling smiling.