Abandon
I can feel him starting to stir. Barely a movement and soft like a baby’s breath on that tender hollow above my collarbone. The flutters of anticipation begin to gather low down in my stomach – he’s waking!
Slowly – it’s barely noticeable- he begins to take deep, slow breaths. He’s gathering his strength. He knows I’m waiting for him, my senses on fire, waiting for him. But he has all the time in the world and he knows that I’ll wait.
Standing still I know he’s behind me, my throat catches and my stomach turns over and then he touches me, his mouth on my hair he exhales down my neck and I shiver with pleasure. He’s warm and soft and he has me tingling. He pushes my hair from my face now, running his fingers deftly over my scalp, pushing at my clothes so that he can wrap his arms around my waist. I turn around to face him and he grasps my face in his hands, holding me still so that he can kiss me properly. His lips whisper over mine and I feel my blood rushing there making my lips red and slightly swollen. He kisses me again, dominating me with his gentleness.
I close my eyes to concentrate, I don’t want to see or hear anything, all I want to do is feel him. He is becoming impatient now, tugging at my skirt pulling it tight, tight to my body on one side it billows through his fingers at the other. I know I should feel embarrassed but I don’t, not even a little bit. I feel liberated and so beautiful. He’s so strong now that I wonder if he is strong enough to tear the heavy denim from my body. He’s tugging my head back hard now, my hair streaming through his rough fingers, my neck exposed to his raking teeth. And I try to take a step back to steady myself but he does not like that at all and pulls me sharply back into his arms and I wallow a little in his strength, he makes me feel jubilant.
And so I smile at him, a huge toothy grin and I spread my arms up to him, high and wide, and just for a moment, just one moment I stand there in front of the whole world and I let the wind take me.
Stacey Whittle 