With My Last Breath

“I know it’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked before but—” His brows furrow for a moment when he breaks from the kiss just enough to lean his forehead against yours while contemplating whether to tell you or not as his blush deepens. “With you, everything feels like a first. I don’t know, my feelings always explode with you. They never fade.” A small huff accompanies his words as he squeezes your hips.

“Well,” he starts “it does sound so romantic when you say it like that.” he leans forward, breathing over your lips as he listens. “It kind of works like that for me too, you know, the feeling of it being new all over again, but maybe it makes me more eager,” he says as his fingertips peek under your shirt, settled there. “like it’s the first time I touch you although I know your body like the back of my hand.”

"Doesn't it?" His eyes become half-lidded as his gaze falls on your lips; trying his best not to lean up to kiss you instead. His smile only grows at your words as his body instinctively presses up back against your though. "Although I think I know your body very well, I think I learn something new every time." Voice as a whisper, he presses his lips against yours again as he tugs gently at your lower lip between his; his hands wandering along the waistband of your sweats.