She stood outside the door; thinking about knocking. It had taken all the strength she had in her to come to the door, but she still hadn’t gathered the strength to actually knock. She wanted, so desperately to knock and tell him how she felt but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Just as she was about to turn and go, she gained an ounce of strength, turned and knocked. Once. Hard.

The door opened and the look on his face said it all. A mix of surprise, desire and confusion. He couldn’t believe she was outside his door, standing there, at 10pm at night.

She didn’t wait for him to say a word, to ask her in, or why she was there. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She kissed him like she never would again.

He took a step back, her arms still around his neck and pulled her into the room. He shut the door behind her and pressed her up against it. They stayed locked together, enjoying the softness of each touch and the sweetness of each kiss.
She stopped kissing him and pulled away. He looked at her with a questioning gaze, wondering what made her stop. He didn’t have time to wonder long as she grabbed his hand and headed to the bedroom. One of the benefits of selling him this house meant she knew every inch of it.

They reached the bedroom and she fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. He covered her mouth with his and felt the desire continue to build. He no longer cared what made her decide to come, just that she did. And she was here, and under him. He could feel her heart racing and wanted to feel her against him.

She grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it upwards. He allowed himself to raise his arms and helped her to pull the shirt over his head. Seeing his body in the pale light of the room, she sucked in her breath. He was even more beautiful than she remembered.

to read the continued post (it continues with one I wrote a while ago) click here…

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