Through the Window
2:27 a.m.
I had been on the bus all day, tired of the sound of tires on pavement when I finally arrive at my destination. your house. Suddenly my energy has been renewed. I stealthily walk to the gate leading to the back garden and scramble over it's small metal frame trying not to make much noise. I round the corner of the house to a window I know to be yours.
I tap lightly on the glass. Looking sleepy you come to the window to look out thinking it was their cat wanting to be let inside, when in reality it was a completely other kind of kitty. Your sleepy frown was soon replaced with a look of astonishment. You slid the window open. and stared at me, unsure of what to say.
"Is this a dream?" You ask in a state of shock.
"No. It's really me." I respond my mouth breaking into a smile. "So can I come in?"
"Ummm..Uh.. Yeah. Of course!" you say stepping away from the window still shocked. I climb in and plop on to the floor and set down my duffel bag, as you question. "How did you get here?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise from your parents tomorrow, but my bus got here a few hours early. I am your birthday present. So I guess... happy birthday!" I explain quickly. You pull me into a tight hug. I hesitate a moment, caught off guard before melting into the hug. I was suddenly overly aware of every point where our bodies intersect. We pull apart, just enough to look into each other's eyes. The most beautiful shimmering pools of moonlight I had ever seen.
"I missed you." You whisper to me your mouth centimeters away from mine..
"Can I kiss you?" I asked hesitantly, silently hoping the answer was yes.
With a small nod of their head I took my hand to the side of your face and reach up to kiss them. Slowly I place my slightly chapped lips against your soft ones in a small kiss waiting for a moment for you o start kissing me back. We stood there frozen in time for what seemed like hours.
This simple kiss slowly becomes more and more heated, building in speed and warmth. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla is ntoxicating. The taste of cherry on your lips, I melt into the kiss even more sending sparks all over my body. I feel a slight swipe of warmth across my bottom lip makes me start to moan giving you the perfect opportunity to slip their tongue past my defences, making me melt in your arms.
I pull away to catch my breath and sit on your bed. I pull the zipper down on my sweatshirt tantalizingly slow just to watch your reaction. You bite your lip and smirks at me. I rip off my sweatshirt the rest of the way and you join me on the bed. We resume to where we left off kissing until I lay down pulling you on top of me, never breaking the kiss. You start to moan out into my mouth a sound I can't get enough of. We continue kissing until I flip us over so I am laying with one leg between yours, hovering over you kissing the fuck out of you, my arms on either side of their head. I detach my mouth from yours and look into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide. You groan at the loss of my lipa..
"Tell me if you want to stop." I say pressing my forehead to yours, leaving a chaste kiss on your nose.
"Come here." you breathe under me. I feel us role to the left, a warm heat sweeping over us. You pause a minute before pressing sloppy kisses to my neck making a throaty moan escape my lips. My eyes flutter closed with a sparking feeling from my neck.
"Pl-lesae!" I whimper. My hand go to your hair threading my fingers through it. You move back to my lips kissing me with a smile.
"What do you want me to do.... princess?" you whispered to me in the dark knowing how much the nickname drove me crazy.
