She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes as he carefully sat on the bed. Her breath quickened as his fingers brushed lightly over the thin dress shirt she was wearing, the one she’d taken from him: a throwback to something they had discussed close to a year ago. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the light touch of his fingers as they slowly crept up her throat, resting lightly on her lips, which she then parted and tenderly kissed his fingertips. Pushing herself up, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his. His hand slid to the back of her head as he cradled her, eagerly returning the kiss. A gentle breeze swept the room, gaily skimming over the heated skins of the two lovers as he pulled her closer, his other hand cradling her lower back.

A sigh escaped her and he laid her back on the bed, stroking her hair as he gazed into her eyes. A slight rustle, his hand in hers, she guided him to her breast where she undid a button, gesturing for him to continue. Slowly, he undid each button, watching as the thin white shirt opened to reveal her soft, brown skin – his hands itching to touch, yet forcing himself to finish unbuttoning the last button which exposed her silky thighs. Trembling slightly, he gently caressed her thighs, letting his hands slide upwards, across her stomach, to finally cup her breasts. Bending down, he kisses the nape of her neck; softly, passionately, as he worked his way, over her breast, suckling on them as her scent filled him with an all consuming desire to take her in every way he possibly could.

Her heart thumped in her chest, her breathing increased, as his touch sent shivers down her spine to run rampant throughout her body. Her thoughts felt like fog, yet she wouldn’t complain – here she was finally, in his arms; the one she longed for for close to a year. Her limbs felt like jelly, unable to move, yet wanting to just to show that she loved him, to do for him what he was doing for her, yet her mind was relaxed and with her mind came her body, and that too surrendered to him; his toy, his and his alone to do with what he would.

He smiled softly as his eyes roved hungrily over her body, before he gently tugged the shirt off her, exposing her body fully. Gently, he slid on top of her, his hands gripping hers tightly as her silky skin brushed against his, coaxing a deep sigh of contentment out of him. Leaning down, he brushed his lips softly against her nipples, feeling her body twitch a little at his touch which brought a slight smile to his lips. Her kiss tasted of desire, of love…a taste so sweet it sent shivers throughout his body. She closed her eyes, her fingers intertwined tightly with his as he parted her thighs and slowly did what they both had wanted for so long…

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?