Distractions

Just a small piece I wrote about a young couple. They haven't been dating long, but are still very comfortable in each others presence.

-What are you up to?

-Just reading.

-Of course you are. ;)

-What are you up to?

-Thinking about you, as always.

-Hmm. :)

-Can I come over?

-Of course. The door’s open.

About 10 minutes later I heard my front door open and close gently, followed by soft footsteps coming closer to the living room. I started to close my book and stand to greet him.

“Please, don’t let me interrupt.” I looked up to see him leaning against the doorway, smiling. I smiled back and sat back down on the couch, reopening my book.

He followed my lead and sat down beside me. I shifted my position so that I lay beside him, my head resting in his lap. Neither of us spoke, we were both comfortable enough in each other’s presence to keep a calming silence. I read, and he gently stroked my hair. In that moment I was so unbelievably happy. I would have given anything to live in that moment for the rest of my life.

After I finished the chapter, I closed my book and set it at my feet, never letting my head leave the comfort of his lap. I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with happiness. He stared down at me lovingly. Then he brought his face closer until his lips met mine. I closed my eyes and absorbed the warmth and comfort those lips brought. Desire began to run through my veins as his lips parted mine, and what was at first a slow, loving gesture suddenly became full of need and urgency. I lifted my face up to his, needing to be closer. I sat up and positioned myself so that I was straddling his lap, all the while never parting my lips from his. My hands glided up his chest to the back of his neck, and his came under my loose t-shirt to rest on my bare lower back. I pressed my body against his, desire pushing me until I couldn’t be any closer. His tongue roamed the inside of my mouth, then he playfully bit my lower lip. Finally he pulled his face away, leaving me gasping for breath, and brought it down to make a line of slow, intricate kisses along my clavicle bone and up my neck. I let a small gasp of pleasure leak from my panting mouth.

Eventually we broke free of our long embrace and I took my earlier place of lying with my head in his lap. He began once again to play with my hair. This was possibly my favorite thing to do with him, not talking or going out, or even kissing for that matter. Just lying there with his hands in my hair, thinking about how I was irrevocably falling more and more in love with him.  

Reviews

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Very well-written piece! The emotions are extremely convincing which added the final touch of believability. Bravo!