Thirty

R-18

“Move your lips, baby. Kiss me.” He whispered, I felt his hands on my waist and the other to my hair, pressing me more unto his lips, I felt something weird on my stomach, that excitement I felt when we first did this, he was my first, and last, not until now. “Hold tight.” He carried me in his arms, towards the bedroom.

His tongue fluttered against mine, and his hands were deep in the softness of my hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying me right back to when we’re teenagers. He pulled me against him, thinking that he would never get I close enough, that if he could fold me inside of him, like a mother tucking a baby into her coat, he’d do it. He would keep me warm, he’d keep me safe, he’d keep me with him, always. I felt all these feelings, all these emotions are coming back. He manage to took of my clothes and left only just my underwear.

I nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with my fingertips, sighing, whispering, “You feel so good.” Once, I pushed him