The smell of booze, smoke, and lust were on his breath as he slipped his arms around me from behind inhaling deeply as he pulled me into his. The room was dark and the bed was calling, beckoning, almost demanding to be laid upon. He released me and I crawled across the bed, its soft lust red comforter beneath me. He follows, crawling towards me as I lay on my back. Over me he leans down resting a gentle hand on my cheek. Warm, powerful, full of longing and desire; three years we have waited to embrace one another.
Gentle at first but swiftly it became more. My heart racing as our tongues dance with each other. He breaks away and begins