As soon as I saw him on the dance floor, I knew I'd have to have him.
A few longing glances over the crowd, holding the eye-contact a bit longer than I should have, and he was all mine.
He came over and asked me if I was going somewhere and if he could go there with me.
He didn't care where I was going; he only wanted to be a part of me that night.
We danced close, holding each other tight, touching, kissing.
Everyone else faded from the dance floor and my consciousness.
We were alone and the music was ours.
An hour later we were on our way to his place, kissing and hugging in the cab.
Making the most of our time together.
He gently pulled of my clothes as soon as we closed the door to his room, kissing my forehead, cheeks, neck and lips.
Lovingly to say the least.
We nibbled, sucked, licked, stroked, held, kissed, hugged, fondled, bit, breathed and sighed.
We were sweaty and sticky, panting and tired.
He kissed every last inch of my body.
We took a shower together in the early hours of the morning.
He walked slowly to the bathroom, holding my hand, leading the way in a house unknown to me.
We kissed as the water warmed.
Washing one another with care and tenderness unknown to me so far.
He soaped my hair and I his. Using his shampoo, smelling like him, made me feel even closer to this man.
He held me up against the wall and we laughed as I pulled down the shower curtain in the heat of the moment.
We dried each other of and kept on kissing and licking the wetness of our bodies.
He took my hand and led me back to his bed.
We talked until sleep devoured us.
In the night his body mimicked every movement of mine.
I rolled over to the left and after a minute he did the same.
Never were we a part for more than a few seconds.
He held me in his arms, stroked my hair, ran his long, smooth fingers down my thigh, cupped my breasts in his hand, kissed my ear. Sleeping.
In the morning, he woke me with a kiss and a whispering of my name.
We kept on where we left of a few hours earlier, ignoring the pillow breath and kissing deeply.
He made me lie flat on top of him, covering as much of him as possible.
Drawing small pictures on my back, it felt like magic symbols. Signs of our one-ness.
He stroked me from head to toe, his fingers lingering on my skin
In the night we had sex, in the morning we made love.
