The thing is, she longed for him in everyway possible. She longed for his skin against hers, the roughness of his hands against her body. She wanted him to kiss her gently and passionately. She wanted to trace the outline of his face with her fingertips. Will all of this longing came sadness. A type of lonelieness she had never known. He had a girl. One that was always with him. One that bickered with him and you could tell that they drove each other crazy.
She knew she could never have him. That she would never be his. Eventually she lost hope. They would never be together, but one thing you must remember is to never say 'never'.
Early one morning he did have her. And she took him with a passion and sentuallity that he had never known. They lied there as his lover laid with another. You could tell that their relationship was complicated. He was holding onto her as his girl was holding onto another. His hands were wrapped around her, rubbing her arms to keep her warm from the cool night air. The plan was to stay up all night and that's exactly what most of them did. Some ended up falling asleep earlier than others, but only two of them went without a whole night of sleep. And that was them.
She lied on his bed, under his covers getting warm for most of the early morning. And she was right next to her holding on. She watched him start to rest his eyes and when his girl came in she tried not to watch him give her a massage. He gave her the best message that she had ever had earlier that night and she thought it wasn't her place to watch him give one to another girl. So she turned over trying not to pay attention to the moaning of pleasure that sometimes left the girl's mouth.
Every so often she would hear something move, and she thought everytime that he was coming back under the covers to hold onto her. However he wasn't. He just moved to reposition himself so that he could reach the girl's lower back because that's where she was hurting.
When he was finally done he went back to her. He lied down next to her, stretching out his arm for her to lay on. It had been a while sinse she felt so comfortable with a man.
He had both of then on his chest. Just lieing there relaxing. That's when his girl started to sleep and they were the only people, as it felt, in the room.
The girl watched his eyes start to close as if a shade was being drawn to close out the light from coming in a window. And she couldn't help herself from running her finger over his face. She traced the outline of his brown eyes and over the bridge of his nose. She softly touched his lips, outlining their shape.
Her face was very close to his and somehow he kissed her quietly on her forhead. When he did this she felt a rush. She wanted to bury her face in his chest and kiss him deeply. When she looked at him she saw how serene he looked. She knew that beneth his rough exterier he could be gentle. She touched mouth again and saw him move his lips against her finger.
She looked at him wanting to stare in his eyes. She could feel her longing rising to the surface. She wanted him to kiss her with all of his might. He opened his eyes and looked right at her. And soon enough he leaned even closer to kiss her. It was the lightest and quietest kiss that she had ever felt. But it was also the best. She kissed him back. Over and over again. She couldn't get enough of them. This was all she could think of. Until she felt something lower against her body. and she knew she had set off an alarm in his. She liked to know with guys what exactly turned there blood. And she had just found his. Biting.
She liked to gently bite her lover's lip or ear. And when things got heated his chest. It was something she did. It came naturally to her. And when she bit his lip for the first time she felt his body quiver. And this dramatically turned her on even more. She smiled at him and then bit his ear. At this she got the same reaction.
"Am I turning you on?" she asked. Even though she already knew the answer.
" Reach down and tell me what you think." He answered.
She did as he said and she could tell that he was even more than she thought. She loved the power of being a woman and having the ability to make people happy.
