The night is dark, save for a pale silver sliver of moonlight spilling in through a crack in the blinds and pooling on the floor. I lay still in my bed, drifting between wakefulness and sleep. My hands rest absently on my body where I had been playing earlier as I thought of him. The sheets caress my naked skin as I lazily imagine that I am with him now. I miss him so.
A rattle at the door breaks the stillness of the night. A key inserted in the lock, then the soft, slow creak of a door being pushed open. I hear it all, but half asleep I imagine it is from a different apartment, or perhaps just wishful thinking. My love isn't due to visit for another week.
My eyes are closed, so I don't see him standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at me. He crawls into bed beside me and softly kisses my cheek. My eyes fly open and I see his looking back at me in the darkness. They are soft and brown and sparkling with love. I gasp and move to embrace him. My brilliant blue eyes are already shining with tears.
"What are you doing here?" I ask between kisses.
"I had to see you," he answers, caressing my face.
After that we don't talk for a while. There are a million things I want to say to him, and I'm certain we could talk for hours... But there will be time for that later. My mouth finds his, and we are lost in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft, yet fierce, moving against mine with an unusual hunger. His velvet tongue slips between my lips and starts exploring my mouth. Our tongues dance around each other, gently caressing at first, then twirling and twisting as the kiss deepens.
He has one hand at the back of my head, buried in my golden hair. The other explores my body, trailing gently down my arm, massaging my breast, slipping down to my waist. I moan against his mouth and press against him. My hands slip under his shirt and I start rubbing his back. I find the edge of his shirt and start pulling it up. He breaks away just long enough for me to get it over his head, then is back on me before I even have a chance to drop it. I toss the shirt aside and pull him on top of me. I wrap my arms wrap around him and press against his warm body, loving the feeling of skin against skin.
He holds me close and his lips move to my neck. I sigh as he hits my weak spot and turn my head to give him better access. The kisses trail down my neck to the hollow of my collarbone, then finally to my breast. I feel that wonderful tongue of his flick across one nipple, then the other. I moan and grind against him. I can feel him straining against his jeans, and I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
