Chapter 1 - Nothing else matters
You walk into the room, hoping I'm not looking, but knowing I am. I always am.You avert your eyes, hunting for a shirt, but I draw your attention to me.
I murmur my pleasure in sweet little sounds, you regain composure.
You strut a little, letting the bravado take over just to please me.
It is appreciated.
I watch you walk about the room, hunting for clothes.
Your body is soft and moist from the shower, I can't help but touch it.
I playfully pinch a bit of that delicious belly, you give me a look.
I get that look from you a lot.
A mix of love, sarcasm, disbelief, a little fear.
But mostly love.
You still don't' understand why I love your body as I do.
But, from the first time I told you how sexy you were, you've gone with it.
I love you best like this, naked and sweet and shy.
You feel so exposed when I stare, I can tell it makes you nervous.
But it makes you feel strong, too.
It makes you feel desired, sexy, touchable.
No one else has ever made you feel that way.
You're afraid to trust those feelings.
All those years of being taught to hate yourself still control you.
You try to fight it, and the fight has become easier.
You look over at me, the naked girl in your bed.
You see the first happiness you've ever truly felt.
It makes my longing stares more bearable, more welcome.
My wandering eyes are suddenly no longer enough, for either of us.
My hands long to join in the exploration of that body, that perfect body.
You walk closer to the bed, I put my hands onto your sides.
You drop yourself on me, I gasp.
My body is encased in you, in all of that soft flesh.
I grab for whatever I can reach, love handles, belly, arms, shoulders.
You. Are. Delicious.
Those sweet little sounds of pleasure escape my lips once more.
You groan contentedly, a sly grin upon your face.
You love this part, you always have.
Knowing how I love you, especially how I love you in bed.
Feeling me squirm beneath you, eager to feel all of you at once.
You feel like a man here.
Nothing else matters.
Carnal desires override even that self-loathing.
You take me as your own, forcing willing thighs apart.
I am yours, wholly, truly, yours.
When you've finished, you collapse on top of me
Heaving, sweating, near to death but oh so alive.
You begin to laugh, overwhelmed with your pleasure.
I stroke your face, kiss your head.
God, you are beautiful.
In those moments, we are truly happy.
And nothing else matters.
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