"How many times? How many times do I have to tell you the same thing?" He asked, his words a whisper across my skin, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake.
"Until I start to believe you," my own words were met with the empty air, my breath coloring the air around us. My hands gripped where they found purchase, unable to do much else in the haze surrounding his actions.
"I guess you need another example," the deep timbre of his voice almost the reason my back arched if not for the dance of his fingers. A low fire sitting deep within the pit of my stomach beginning to spread throughout the fiber of my being. God, how I loved his lessons.
Another part soon replaced his fingers, able to fill me in a way even those blessed digits couldn't. My hands clenched the sheets beneath me, the cotton almost coarse in my grip compared to the velvet of his skin.
Profanities slipped from my tongue before it began to dance with his, each movement stoking that fire within. He never let me get used to one thing, keeping me on my toes, on the edge of my release but never quite there....not until he let me.
When it finally came, I soared...and crashed down hard. His mumbled curses signaling that he'd soon followed. My eyes closed welcoming the darkness, shutting out the world as I did every time...kicking him out as I did every time.
He knew who I was, what this was. I'm not interested in the title...just the brief flame of affection.
