My hands are trapping yours above your head, my grip firm but not bruising. My kisses, however, sing a different tune. They are hungry, desperate for a taste of your skin. Finding every inch of your skin like the first time again.

Intoxicating and breathtaking all rolled into one, I barely suppressed my urge to ripe your clothes off. I’m addicted to you, and you to me. We’ve played our games, said our lines and now it is time to take that mask off.

"Bette…"

That tone of voice is the bane of my existence. I would have orchestrated world peace if it meant I could get you in bed sooner. And you know this, too, using that tone of voice only when we’re alone.

"Please…"

I love it when your cheeks gets flushed when we’re making love. My lips have slowed down but my hand snaked free and started a journey on its own. Inch by inch, my fingers map out familiar territory, recognizing each line from memory. I stopped at the scar from your C-section, documenting it with a trail of soft kisses.

"I want…" your voice trailed off in a punctuated sigh.

Your half sentence makes me smile like a predator to its prey. My free hand travels across your chest, moving with every breath that you take. Feather light touches brush past your breasts, teasing and pushing your body to the edge.

How many nights, and mornings, have we stayed in this position? Too many to count, I suspect. Tonight, I want to make it special. I want you to see fireworks when you go over the edge. I want to time this just right. If I do everything according to plan, you’ll be seeing fireworks when you hit your first orgasm, literally.

My fingers trail lower, moving on its own accord. My lips continue its search, my tongue snaking out to seek its companion. You never disappoint me, and your body already is responding in ways that is making me burn with desire.

"Please…"

You move your hips to say what your words couldn’t. Momentarily I stopped, taking in the sight before my eyes. Your eyes searched my face, pleading for the release you yearn. Just when you think the moment can’t stretch on any longer, my fingers started the assault.

The moan that slipped from your luscious lips is like music to my ears, egging me on. I had to douse my lust, instead focusing on pleasuring you and you alone. It would be so easy to slide your leg in between mine but I won’t do that. I don’t want to be distracted from giving you all that I have.

I felt your body bracing itself at the edge before I heard your mangled words. I chance a peek at the clock. Right on time. I release your trapped hands, moving lower so that my tongue can find its favorite playground.

"Open your eyes," I commanded you.

One touch, and you were gone. Luckily, your screams were drowned out by the sound of the fireworks outside. I look up at you, with your sweat-bead brows and your flushed cheeks, you were absolutely breathtaking. Tears rained down your face moments later, and in a split second I was beside you again.

"What’s wrong?" My voice is soft, my fingers are gently smoothing your blonde hair.

"Thank you," you were out of breath just from muttering those two words.

"What for?"

"For giving me heaven on earth."

A multitude of colors exploded over the LA night sky, raining artificial stars across the city. Tomorrow, you would have to go pick up Angelica, and we would return to our separate lives and put the masks back on. Yet tonight, we allowed ourselves this little piece of heaven.