Bad evening, emotional, great night FM

hat day seemed endless. She parked her car in the small underground garage and picked up groceries and other items to maintain sane order for next use of the vehicle. There was always something in it, always hauling back and from, she was tired and cranky. When she was walking out of the garage she was startled by a dark figure, familiar figure. She recognized the man she met few month ago, the one she found so attractive, the one she put so much effort in, the one she was fantasizing about for few months, every day, many times a day. He was the one who touched her deeply, or maybe he was just there and she made it all up. He came closer and without saying a word, grabbed her bags and stepped back letting her lead them to her house.

He was patiently watching while she fiddled with keys, he probably guessed she was emotional, she was confused, she was almost giddy from seeing him and scared to be open again, scared to have those sleepless nights wondering and analyzing herself, what was said, what was unsaid, what was right, what did she do to trigger his nasty response. She opened the door, stepped in and took her jacket and shoes off, he followed her lead, putting the bags down. She checked his form again, like she did at every opportunity during their four meetings, while he wasn’t looking at her.

They put away the groceries away in silence too, and she giggled because that silence was bringing aura of familiarity, as if they were a couple who resided together for years. He looked at her with question in his eyes and kept putting things on the counter for her to put away. She spoke first:
“Would you like to eat?”
He shook his head. She was very hungry when she drove home, but all of the sudden her nervousness made a tight knot in her stomach and she couldn’t think of food. She asked:
“Wine? That’s all I have.”
He finally spoke:
“No, thank you, I am staying away from booze. It brings me down, it brings my depression on and then I push people away.”
She felt tears start to fill her eyes, she looked down to the side. He stepped closer to her, touched her chin and brought her face to him, watching betraying tears starting to flow down her cheek. He kissed her tears and held her tight. She buried her face in his neck and tried to calm herself down, listening to his breath on her ear, hearing him whisper “I’m sorry”. Those words, she was longing to hear for so long. Those words, from some reason brought in completely opposite effect, the tears just multiplied and kept running and running and they wouldn’t stop no matter how hard she fought. She felt her body start shaking and she just burst in uncontrollable cry. She cried because of the pain she wasn’t aware of, all of the sudden, surfacing and taking over. She cried for all the little breaks in her heart, for the difficult moments when she had to be strong.

He kept holding her tight until she cried it all out and calmed down, and looked up to his smiling eyes. His eyes, light green, were full of kindness and warmth, and she bathed in that warmth. She felt an urge to kiss him, she raised herself and kissed his lips, she felt his surprise and his lips respond with tenderness. He kissed her back gently, pressing his lips against hers. They stood like this for a long moment and she finally started moving her lips more, parting them a little, wrapping his lips in. His hand moved to the back of her neck pulling her in and taking her lips in his, his tongue gently brushing against them, and finally meeting her tongue and the beautiful dance started. His mouth was warm and his facial hair smelled like food, he always smelled like food. She wrapped her hands around his body pulling him closer and kissing him more. Their embrace and kissing made them completely immersed in the moment, their heads spinning, and their embrace partially worked to hold each other standing.

He moved his kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, her temples, her chin and finally to her neck. His kisses were electric, sending waves of heat and pleasure thru her whole body and she let a moan escape, that made him smile against her skin. She wanted to feel his skin, she run her hands down the sides of his body and slid them under his shirt touching his bare back, and he did the same but pressed her harder into him. Her breasts were so tight against him, she had to push back to breathe. She stepped away, holding his hand, his fingers interlocked with hers. She led him to her bedroom just off the living room, he walked in behind her, grabbing her by the hips, searching for her neck again, planting small tender kisses followed by large wet ones where he tasted her skin. That action made her gulp air and feel heat emanating from her groin area. He pulled off her shirt and run his hands on her stomach and her breasts, breathing heavily into her ear. He unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor next to the shirt, and turned her around. He looked into her eyes again, with that twinkle of smile, even tho his lips were serious. He pulled his shirt off too, revealing lots of dark hair on his well built wide chest. He unbuttoned his jeans and took everything off in a smooth motion, letting his clothes stay in the floor. He stood there naked in front of her, as if saying “he I am, open, vulnerable, standing in front of you”. She felt all her inhibitions fall away, her fears from what it seemed ages ago, that this interaction might hurt again, dissipate into nothing. She took her jeans off, her underwear and her socks, and she was too naked in front of him. That was a statement of acceptance, statement of forgiveness, statement of complete openness and truth. They stared in each other’s eyes: there was this unspoken understanding and promise.

He took her hand and let her into bed, helped her lay and got into bed beside her as they kept the joint gaze. He let his fingers run on her face and neck, her shoulder and her arm, her breast and her thigh. Her skin sent goose bumps to follow his touch, and his mouth with half closed eyes came at her lips again kissing her deeply, lovingly, slowly. She came to peaceful realization, that was more knowing than realization, that she was not mistaken, they did have a connection, and it was very powerful. They kept kissing and touching so gently until he moved himself closer and on top of her devouring her mouth, breathing into her, and her breathing in his breaths until they breathe in beautiful unison. She wrapped her hands around him as they kissed, but it did not feel enough, she wanted him ever closer, so she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in. She felt him move to adjust his hardness that was trapped between them to move lower and she gulped as he entered her holding himself inside for a long time before he started moving. His thrusts were gentle and long, and every time he pushed in, he pushed all the way in and held her a little tighter than before, while she wrapped her arms and legs a little tighter too. They continues to kiss until his movements became faster and faster. He pushed himself up and looked at her pretty face with that smile in his eyes again. Their lovemaking session felt so familiar, so tender, with so many loving silent statements and passion as if they have slept before and knew each other well. He kissed her every now and then while he moved in top of her, and soon she felt his breathing getting heavy, and his gaze a little hazy, she felt him becoming larger and harder and his body become tense, until he let a groan out and burst inside of her. He kissed her lips again, they were chilled from the heavy breathing, but felt so tender. He rolled to his side and held her against his body as he regained his breathing and normal heartbeat that she could feel with her skin. He looked down and cupped her breast admiring how it fits in his hand. He slid down and kissed around her nipple, moving down to her stomach, kissing her side, moving his kisses lower and lower. She put her hand on the side of his face and pulled his face up, seeing a question in his eyes. She shook her head and said:
“No, not yet, I love this moment”.

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