The Perfect Moment

I found myself sitting down on his bed. I continued to climb under the covers and curl into a ball of pure content. After eating something as yummy as a roast beef wrap (not complete without yogurt and Kool-Aid of course), I couldn’t help but nestle down into his bed. It was so comfy and warm. And his blanket was so soft. I inhaled as deeply as I could, taking in the scent of his blanket, which mostly smelled like fabric softener. It, of course, was laced with his smell too. I tried to control the goose bumps that trickled down my spine, not managing to do so. However, I did manage to hold back a shudder.

         I peeked over at him. He was playing Call of Duty 2: Modern Warfare, AKA a lame video game. Well, technically it wasn’t lame. I just wasn’t good at video games. Never have been, and most likely never will be.

         I let my gaze drift from the TV up to his face. His mouth was slightly open, obviously from concentrating on his game. And his lips, his perfect lips were so enticing. I just wanted to kiss them again, like I used to. His cheeks framed his face so perfectly. I found myself wanting to cup his face in my hands and kiss everything I could see from his neck up. I continued my sight exploration and rested my gaze on his eyes. Even if he wasn’t looking at me, and even if it was just a profile view, they were still beautiful. He had the prettiest eyes out of any guy I had ever met. They were almost an ice blue, but they still had enough blue in them to make them friendly. His dark brown hair greatly complemented his face. Somewhat long and swished to the side, it was the last piece of the puzzle. It made him look complete, and almost perfect.

         He caught me staring at him. His gaze meeting mine interrupted my thoughts. I smiled shyly. He returned the smile, and turned back to his game. I continued to look at him. God how I wanted to just kiss him, to attack him with all the love I had in my heart, but I couldn’t. I hated the fact that we had broken up. Somewhere and somehow it had killed a part of me. I just wanted things to be like they had been, when everything seemed so perfect. But they couldn’t be, at least, not right now. Until then, I would secretly love him, secretly want him, but never have him. I found my hand sliding down my shorts. As weird as it might sound, looking at him turned me on so much, I couldn’t stand it anymore. So I decided I was going to do something about it. I had touched myself in front of him before, back when we were dating, but now we weren’t…. it’s not like he could see me. I was underneath a blanket. So that made it okay. And it’s not like he would notice. He was too engrossed in his game.

         I was wrong. He did notice. But not until he decided he was done playing his game, and went to his bed to cuddle with me. I quickly removed my hand from my pants, but it wasn’t quick enough.

         “What are you doing?” he asked.

         “Nothing!” I replied as quickly as I could. I turned away to hide my slightly pink face.

         “Let me smell your fingers.”

         “No! ”

         “Mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

         “Whatever,” I grumbled underneath the blanket. It was quite embarrassing to be caught. He pulled it off my head. I looked up at his face, our eyes meeting. He had a flirty smile on his face. I’m not sure what face I was making. It probably looked awful. But it didn’t really matter. Because that’s when he brought his hand to my cheek and gently caressed it. I practically melted at his touch, something I hadn’t felt in days. I was used to feeling it all the time, but now it was just hugs and forehead kisses, if even that.

         I pressed my face into his hand, loving every second of our skin brushing, even if it was only his hand. His other hand softly stroked my arms, then my stomach. My breath quickened as I closed my eyes with sheer pleasure. He took my chin and turned it towards his face. I opened my eyes to see his smile once more.

         “How does that make you feel?” he asked. Our bodies were now completely facing each other.

         “Amazing,” I replied. His smile stretched across his face.

         “Well now we have something in common.”

         “What?”

         “Now we’re both horny. The only difference is, I just now got horny,” he said, still smiling. It was a flirty smile now. Not as innocent as it used to be.

         “Oh really?” I asked innocently. Then a devious idea popped in my head. It was kind of risky, but he was definitely worth it. I put my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his head towards mine, slowly, just in case he objected. He didn’t. I continued to bring it closer until our lips were brushing against each other. I was hesitant, as was he. I decided to go for it, and slowly pressed my lips against his, kissing him softly but deeply. He kissed back. Although it was a short kiss, it was amazing. It was like our first kiss all over again. I pulled away and looked at him. Want and desire filled his eyes, reflecting what I’m sure was in mine.

         “How does that make you feel?” I said, slightly above a whisper. He didn’t reply. Instead he cupped my face in his hands and started to kiss me passionately. I didn’t object. I couldn’t. It was too perfect, too amazing. All my guards, my boundaries immediately dissipated. I kissed him back with just as much passion. I wanted this so bad. I craved it. I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly got on top of me, straddling me.  We continued to make out, our desire for one another fueling our actions. I pulled his shirt up, running my hands up and down his back. Occasionally, I barely slipped my hands in the back of his shorts. His kisses moved from my lips, to my cheekbone, to my neck, then back. I pulled him closer until our chests were touching, then gently bit his shoulder as I scratched his back. Satisfaction spread across my face when I heard him moan slightly. He then pushed my legs apart, putting himself in between them. After laying down just enough to make our bodies touch, he began to slowly grind between my legs, pressing his lower body hard up against mine. I pulled him even closer, wanting him so badly. After a while, he slid down and sat on his knees just between my thighs, and began running his hand from my abdomen down over the front of my shorts. He did this for a while, making it somewhat like a massage. It felt so amazing, I couldn’t help but pull him closer to me so I could kiss him. He pulled up my shirt just enough so he could run his hands all over my body. A passionate sigh escaped my lips between kisses. He pulled away and looked at me, very seriously.

         “Do you want to do this?” he asked me. Eagerness shadowed his face.

         “Do you want too?” I asked.

         “More than you know,”  he said. I replied to this response with a kiss, then slid my hands down his stomach and down the front of his shorts. He was extremely hard. I undid his belt while I continued to kiss him. Then, I pulled his shorts and boxers down, then began stroking his cock softly. I stopped kissing him for a moment and looked at him.

         “Does that answer your question?” I whispered.

         “Yes.” With that said he got up and locked the door and grabbed a condom from one of his drawers. He put the condom on a table next to the bed.

         “These have to go,” he said as he slid his shorts all the way off.

         “What about me?” I asked. He hovered over me, his face inches from mine as he removed my pants. He then climbed back on top of me and continued to kiss me. I lifted up his shirt once more, however this time I removed it completely. I ran my hand down his stomach then around to his back as he pulled me close. He slowly kissed my neck as he unhooked my bra, then removed both my bra and my shirt. Our chests touched again as we lay back down, but this time it was without clothing. It sent chills crawling in every direction on my skin. I started to slide his boxers down, then removed my thong as he completely removed his boxers. He leaned back just enough so he could massage me once more. Only this time there was no clothing to act as a wall. It was straight skin on skin, my favorite thing in the world.

         “God you’re so wet,” he said as he rubbed me. I could only smile slightly. I was too busy moaning to comment. I leaned up and started kissing him, only to be pushed back down as he grabbed the condom off the tabled and put it on. He also grabbed some lube, and put it on the outside of the condom. Teasingly, he rubbed his cock up and down my vagina, not going in, but pushing slightly so it felt as though it would.  He leaned down to kiss me as he slid it in slowly. My skinned crawled with absolute pleasure as a small moan escaped my lips. I pulled him closer to me, and kissed him with so much passion I could barely control myself. I scratched his back and bit his shoulder as he slowly went in and out. He moaned between kisses and pulled me even closer. It felt as though time stood still as he continued to go in and out slowly and kiss me with so much emotion. It felt like we had been doing it for hours, when it hadn’t been nearly that long at all. I squeezed his shoulder as he started to go faster and slightly harder. Despite my efforts to be quiet, moans continued to escape my lips. I tried to keep my mouth occupied by kissing and biting his neck to keep myself from being too loud. However, the faster and harder he went, the less effective it was. He couldn’t be quiet either, and after several minutes of the quicker pace, he was done. He pulled out, kissed my forehead, and disposed of the used condom. It felt like our first time all over again. My hear twas racing with emotion and the thrill of the ride. I looked at him only to see him smiling.

         “Now to take care of you,” he said as he rubbed his hands up and down my stomach, going lower every time. Eventually he slowly inserted his fingers inside me. Then he made them go in and out so fast I could barely focus on what was going on. Sometimes he went in deep and other times he twisted his hand all sorts of ways. No matter what he did, it always felt amazing. After a few minutes of that, not to mention my very loud moans, he stopped, looked up at me, and grinned.

         “What?” I asked, confused.

         “How’d that feel?” he asked back.

         “Really, really amazing.”

         “I can tell. You squirted everywhere.” Sure enough, there was a very large wet spot between my legs.

         “Oh crap, I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to get it on your sheets!”

         “It’s okay,” he said and smiled. I smiled back as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. He got up and put on his boxers, then sat behind me and pulled me close to him. I turned my head so I could kiss him as he held me. After a few moments I turned back around and collapsed into his arms, completely spent.

         “I love you Katie,” he whispered in my ear. “So much.”

         I turned around and looked him in the eyes. “I love you too Colin. And I always will.”