Angels of Long Island | Mathew Barzal

~26~

Mat presses his lips to mine roughly. His hand on my waist pushes me to the edge of one of the beds in the room. He gently pushes me back onto the bed, standing between my legs. He moves himself on top of me, his weight resting on his hands, which are next to my head. His lips never leaving mine. He pulls gently on my bottom lip with his teeth and I part my lips slightly. His tongue finds its way into my mouth. One of his hands glides from my shoulder to my hip, his fingers brushing against my bare skin peeking out from the hem of my shirt. My own hands found their way into his hair, pulling it slightly. Our breathing has become heavy, as he moves his mouth to my jaw and then my neck and then to my collarbones before coming back to my mouth.

"I'm so happy." He whispers.

After our hot make out session, we're wrapped up in each other's arms, Mat's dragging his fingers up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps. Once he turns the lights out, it's not long before sleep overcomes us both.