Binding

Before the words had left her lips, I was holding, kissing her. Somehow my lips still knew the rhythm that worked between us, and I found myself opening up to her, and dropping my guard. Without thinking, I crushed myself to her tiny frame, and toppled us both over on the bed.

She gasped but kept kissing me back, her hands flying to my hair where I felt them twisting and untwisting against my scalp. And for once, I didn’t care that she’d crossed the line, that I could slip up; for I was in the most control of myself than I had been in, in a long time.

I held my body up with one hand, supporting all my weight so she didn’t feel anything, but still letting my chest rest against hers. My other arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her up against me, groping at the small of her back.

I had never felt so alive before; so hungry, but not in the literal sense. I was hungry for her; to have her on me, to have her lips caressing mine and her hands in my hair. I’d never wanted anything so much in my life. All I wanted was her, and she gave me herself.

Willingly she pressed her body to me, pulling me down to her with her arms wrapped around my neck. I rolled her over onto my chest, and the kiss did not end.

Her hands gripped at my face, roaming over my cheeks and down my neck. My own arms held her carefully to me, one hand stroking down the length of her hair. Oh, how had I lived through these past six months without feeling that silky texture, or not felt her kissing me, or seen her eyes for so long?

I could feel her lungs ballooning out against my chest, screaming for air. So I tossed over again, so she could rest on the bed, and I moved my lips to her throat.

She moaned, and ran her fingers through my hair giddily. I smiled against her skin, but didn’t stop kissing her there until she had a deep breaths of air. Then, both of us eager, I moved my lips back to hers and I worked at her lips until we were both gasping again.