The Romantic Passion That Women Dream Of…
Lowering his hand back to his side, he waited eagerly at the door to her house.
How long had it been? Three weeks?
Whatever – it felt like ten times that!
His heart started to race as his mind flashed to the near future. She’d open the door to him, and they would fling their arms around each other – an embrace tight enough that it would be as if they were physically trying to rejoin their souls.
He’d force himself to slow down, to pull back and look at her face; into her beautiful eyes. He take in that smile, and the burning desire in her eyes.
Cupping a hand to the perfect line of her jaw and cheek, he’d be helpless to put his lips anywhere but to hers. He’d relish the soft warm texture of her, the taste of her making him soar almost out of his body. She always made him high. Even if his last kiss had been two minutes ago.
She’d run the fingers of one slender hand through his hair, pulling him closer, and he would trace his fingertips down her back, maybe feeling her shiver and sink against him.
Then they’d reluctantly break off the kiss, the welcoming smile now gone from her gorgeous mouth, and replaced by the dark-eyed need of passion.
Without a word, she’d take his hand and lead him inside, and he’d already be there with her – no place he’d rather be, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her deeply again as the door slammed shut unnoticed.
She’d want him, right there, right now – and it would be like a three-legged race (in more ways than one) to get up the stairs, neither even aware of the journey until the soft bedsheets were beneath them, and buttons were popped open – zippers unzipped.
The first shudders of delight as private flesh felt a brief glimpse of the cool air, before more warm skin enveloped the area, kissing, sucking, fingers playing softly over what was now hard.
The race would still be on, and the first sign of slowing pace would be as he slid inside her for that first time – that first time that they both relished so much, holding there, open-mouthed in pleasure, kissing once more before moving with each other.
Their cries of ecstatic release would be the first wordless exchange between them, followed by the unspoken “I love you” as they nuzzled together, breathing hard, now kissing softly and wanting to wrap around each other forever…
The door opened and snapped him back to the present.
He stepped forwards to take her in his arms.
She stepped aside, letting him inside the house, a tender hug and a quick delicate kiss.
“Don’t mess up my lip gloss!” She said, smoothing out imaginary creases in her dress from the hug.
“Go and sit down.” She motioned him towards the couch as she carried on getting ready.
Here’s the reality of romance, he mused, heart hardening like a lump of discarded clay.
Here’s where all their dreams of romance and passion really end up.