Nine Months Left

Kristo

And when we had arrived home that evening and she had slid into bed with me and made love to me, I felt as though I was helpless to resist her. I had never really made love like that in my entire life. Fucking? Sure, but this was something new. Her body was good and sweet beneath mine, her breath playing on my skin, her touch light and playful as she skimmed her fingers all over my body and drew me in deep. It had felt as though she was peeling away at my walls, brushing them down so nothing about them mattered any longer, as though I was the only thing she wanted and needed. And her ability to be open with me in that way drew it out of me as well, pushing something that I had tried to bury down inside me all this time to run up and over and take control.

And now, as I lay here in bed next to her while she slept peacefully, I found myself envying her. Because she had been the one to tell me she loved me, and she had been the one to take back control and lay the ground rules, an