Death Grips On Guns And Goodbye Kisses

He kissed me passionately. I had never felt that many butterflies flying around in my stomach at one time. He said, "Follow me."

I followed him with trust. He laid me down on his bed and got under the covers with me. He kissed me so many times I lost count.

Slowly our clothes came off. I don't even remember how.

I touched his chest and let my hands explore. Before I realized it he was on top of me. I could see his face above me smile.

Leaning down he whispered again, "You know what I've been wanting to do to you?"

I couldn't think straight. "What?"

I felt him slip inside me.

It was amazing. It was loving.

And that's how I ended up here, beside him, sweaty and exhausted. On a high better than any drug could give.

I closed my eyes and let myself sink deeper into the genuine feeling of being cared for. This time it wasn't just for money or memories.