Ripped sheets under us

There is a simple playfulness about the way he lets his hands rest on me, and a truthful aura surrounding him at all times.
Nothing is luring underneath. He is who he claims to be.

My foot gets stuck in ripped sheets since yesterday and I can’t help smiling. I recall the details because details are what matter.
I breathe in as he leans forward. Lips meet again and that now so familiar taste fills me up. My smile is indelible as I feel his tongue move slowly, tasting mine.
There is a simple slyness about the way he lets his hands move over me, but as tongue meets tongue, he position his hands differently and the grip tightens. He efficiently erases the gap between our bodies and let the warmth of him surround me.
Every time I move away, he follows. He knows where to go and what to do. He plays the gamewhether he knows it or not, and he plays it well.
I love that frustration in his eyes, his jaws pressed together, a perplexed look and hands movingeven more determined than before. Each time I push him off, he returns stronger.

Pushing him down, I slide on top of him. His hands still traces patterns eagerly on my skin as he bites his lip and watches me. I lean down and kiss his neck, inhaling his fragrance before licking his lips slowly. Another kiss and I feel his arms trying to fence me in and push me down. His beautiful frustration is best when it’s uncontrolled and he’s loosing control by the minute now.
For a while I push in the opposite direction, letting the gap between us remain. He doesn’t know it, but his fingers dig deep in his struggle to fill the gap and position me closer. It hurts and I can’t help loving it. My arms starts shaking and I have to let go. The gap is filled and he excitedly breathe in again, kissing me, running his fingers through my hair while still making sure I stay put this time.

And a girl can only hold on for so long.
In a blur of motion everything happens at once. All we know in the end is the evidences left behind.

Release, heavy breathing, pearls of sweat…

… and ripped sheets under us.