Deeper communication

We met online.

I can still recall it. A casual comment, a response, then another. Such a small beginning.

That first conversation, and so many that followed. Like two stars passing in orbit, circling, compelled by our own gravity, drawing ever closer.

Until we met.

How we had talked, bared our souls. Now here we are, and not a single word needed. I enter, look at you, approach, stand before you. Feel your presence as you feel mine, before holding you at last.

I break the warmth of our embrace. Have you stand right there. Walk slowly around you. Admire you. My eyes drinking you in, my fingertips gently touching what so long I’ve wanted from afar.

I step closer, almost touching. The heat of our bodies, and the steady gaze of your eyes up into mine. Communication, without words.

I take your hand. Lead you from the room. I sit, and have you kneel before me, the prettiest of presents.

You lay your head on my lap, my thigh. My arms embrace you, surround you. Holding all of you. My hand stroking your hair, from scalp to nape, as you melt into me. Everything fading away under the repetition of my fingers over you.

I simply touch. Love. Feel. Until I hear that sigh.

Then I lean forward, brush your hair softly off your ear, my stubble grazing it so lightly. I grip the back of your neck tight, and whisper one, single, word.

Mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ik4acv/deeper_communication