I Love You Too

His touch against my skin, made me weak. The smell of him was enough to make me cry, yet I remained strong. At long last I saw him there, waiting for me to come inside. 4 months it had been since we had seen each other, shyness took over me at first, but his smile calmed me gently. The living had the sweet smell of incense and red hot chili peppers playing softly in the background.

Twas so hard to resist touching him, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Kissing his entire body. But I remained strong. 30 minutes passed, discussing how we had been coping with life. I hugged him for congratulations, since he had finally finished his university degree, looking up into his eyes, he gave me a shock. A surprise I wanted for so long. He kissed me gently, groping his tongue around mine, caressing it, massaging it slowly, yet with just the right amount of pressure to make me melt with desire.

Slowing down, he ran his hand down my face, heavily breathing on my neck, making every hair on my body stand up. Tracing his fingertips down my chest over my stomach down my thighs, pressing me down against the couch and slowly pushing my t-shirt upwards.

I could see the windows beginning to fog, and I loved it. Tempting each other for what seemed like hours. Caressing, kissing, fondling, stroking, taking control of our urges, we surrendered.

He took my hand, and slowly leaded me upstairs, looking back to make sure the expression on my face was accepting to this behavior, he never saw me smile so big. Closing the door behind us, taking my bra off, undoing my hair, watching it slowly cover my breasts. He picked me up and pushed me onto the bed, feeling every part of me, making sure no inch of my flesh wasn't covered by his love.

Climbing on top, watching him squirm beneath me, nothing more satisfying. Making my way down with my lips, down to his chest...waist...hips...teasing him with my heavy breathing, slowly, licking him, making him shake, holding the sheets, wrapping his legs around me, rocking me...pure indulgence. Liquids of lust covered the bed sheets. Fucking me. Loving me. Loving him. Loving those 3 hours. The best three hours of my life.

Afterwards, he stroked the hair away from my face and kissed my chest as I finally released my tension, like heaven between my thighs. He was my god, and how I worshipped him so. Lying on top of me, holding my head against his chest, hearing his heart beat steadily, until I whispered the words 'I love you'. The rhythm of his heart speed heavily as he climbing on top, and looked down at me, and showed me his passion once against, whilst whispering in me ear over and over again, "I love you too".