I stand stunned at your words. You lean into my chest and rest your head on my shoulder. I wrap my hands around your waist and pull you in tightly against me. The contact stings at my wounds but I am oblivious to the pain as my hands sprawl across your back allowing for no space between us. I think you truly do see me as a man. I have for so long seen myself as a danger, as a predator, as a lone wolf. For so much of my existence that is what I was told. Part of me never gave in to believing I was such a thing. I felt I had a lot to give, a lot of love to share, but the more I was treated like an animal, the further those feeling were from me.
You finally look up at me after a long embrace. Your eyes are softer than they were before. Your hand sprawls over my chest as you create a small separation between us. I watch as you moisten your lips as an invitation. A bite of the lip tells me you dare to make the first move. Your other free hand moves over my neck. Gently you pull yourself up to my lips while half pulling me down. When our lips meet in the middle, there is no question its intent. My lips fit perfectly against yours and the warmth of your lips penetrates my chilled skin. I’m not sure if its the wound in my side or a reaction to our kiss, but my temperature begins to rise and chills radiate through my skin.
You start to drop away from me and our lips threaten to pull apart. I am not ready for this kiss to end so in desperation my hands take a hold of each side of your face as I try keep our lips together. I know its demanding but I have dreamt of what this moment would feel like. My imagination failed in preparing me for how good it feels. I want to pick you up off your feet and carry you to bed. I want to rip this gown from your flesh and devour you bit by bit as I push you over the edge of ecstasy. I want to feel myself penetrate deep inside of you as my weight pins you to the bed. But alas, I am too weak. Even holding you up to my kiss leaves me weak in the knees.
I let go of your cheeks and you drop back down flat on your feet still looking up at me. I wait for a look of fear or in-trepidation at my forceful kiss but there is none. Instead you bite your lip tasting me upon them. I watch as you take one step back, your eyes are mischievous. My heart pounds in anticipation of what is next to come. When you are only a few steps away, just enough for me to appreciate all of you in my sight, your hands pull up at the bottom of your soaked night gown gathering up the hem line as you do. Your soft legs seem to gain in length as you gather more and more in your hand. My loins burn with anticipation as I become fully engorged with excitement. The wet fabric starts to peel away from your skin as you begin to lift it higher. My eyes follow as you reveal more and more of yourself so slowly. My gaze is upon your thighs, then your hips keeping in place a small black thong, your stomach, your ribs, and then with one quick move your breasts are freed. I watch in slow motion as they bounce just twice before settling to their perfection. I feel like howling but contain my animalistic desires. Over your head the robe goes and you stand before me in nothing but a thong. You instinctively cover your breasts with your arms as you study my reaction. I am amazed that you would be shy after taking the initiative. But there you are blushing. I watch the color move from your cheeks down your neck and then to your chest.
I can’t stand the distance as I just want to take you back into my arms. I push myself away from the counter and take a step forward then another. I am Close to arms reach when my strength fails me. I stumble forward and you try to catch me as I crumple to the floor. Pain stabs through me as I hit the floor. Why must my body fail me. I curl up on the ground as the pain takes my breathe away. Your hands fall upon my side as you go to comfort me. I want to keep my eyes on you but they are forced tightly shut from the pain. I try to stretch out but my body fights me and I release a deep groan. My lungs wont fill with air as the wind is knocked out of me. I feel like I’m suffocating as I try to remember how to breathe.
I finally make it to my knees and your hands grab under my arms to try and help me up. I get to my feet but fall into your arms and against your nakedness. This is not how I pictured our bodies first coming into contact and I have no time to sexualize it as you try hard to hold me up. We fumble our way out of the bathroom and to the bedroom across the way. I grab at the side of the bed as we get close and you help me to crawl in. I fight the pain to stretch myself out as I rest my head upon a down pillow. As my body releases its tense hold on me I am able to breathe again. You look down upon me and touch my cheek with your hand. You say something but the ringing in my ears drowns it out. You lean over to kiss my forehead and your breasts press firm against me. I badly want to take in the sensation but its thwarted by the pain.
You stand up and grab a robe from the closet and quickly wrap it around yourself. I feel tears begin to fill my eyes, not from the pain, but from the opportunity I missed. Damn my weakness! Damn my wounds! All I can do is watch as you sober up as your motherly instincts take over. I look up at the ceiling before closing my eyes tightly again. “This serves me right” my conscience yells at me.
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