"Why do you love me?" he asked, pushing me a bit further when I attempted to kiss him.
It made me think. We've only really known each other for two weeks. "Hmmmm. Because you're nice. You're funny. You make me smile everyday. And look at you, you're gorgeous."
He hugged me.
"Let's do this," he said. He started kissing me in the neck. My arms. My cheeks.
I like the way he smelled. Like the scent cigarette smoke lingered on his body. I kissed back. His neck. His chest. His torso. His armpits. His body was poetry made flesh. My fingers played with every curve brought about by his muscles. I licked his neck. My fetish. He giggled. I must remember to shave my beard the next time.
"You like that?" I asked.
He moaned. He pushed my shoulders down.
It was the night I've ever had. What we had was great. What we had was real. What we had was beautiful. It was magic.
It was not just sex. It was love-making. Passion and heat making music.
I knew then we were in love.
We held hands when we slept. I was secure sleeping inside his hugs.
This was the most unforgettable night I've ever had.
If only I knew, I'd ask for this evening to never end. For this feeling to last forever. For time to stand still.
Because after that night, I never heard from him again.
This is fiction. Was thinking of actually posting this on pex, but I wanted to post this here first. Haven't really written an english fiction in a loooooong time.
Hope you like it.
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