This story originally written for the
June 2018 Writing Competition.
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Two Weeks Apart
Two weeks!
Two weeks torn apart by the demands of life - half away on a project and half staying at home.
Reuniting. Home too far, too long to wait.
Meeting at the bar of the airport hotel.
Touching fingers.
Sitting together with a drink.
Staring, eyes into eyes. Silence.
Licking lips.
Scanning up and down.
Licking lips.
Feeling the energy. Feeling the heat. Feeling the love. Feeling the lust.
Clutching fingers together.
Kissing chastely in public view.
Smiling at the ease of togetherness.
Downing the drinks.
Moving off to a room.
Holding hands on the elevator. Kissing lightly for the camera.
Entering the room. Alone.
Reaching hands to hold heads, lifting and aiming mouths.
Kissing hard and wet, drawing back.
Staring, eyes into eyes. Silence.
Holding hands.
Breathing deeply as feet push shoes off.
Kissing lightly, daring fate.
Moving hands to top buttons, second buttons, more buttons, all buttons one by one.
Building energy.
Opening, sliding back over shoulders to bare that hot and so beloved skin.
Leaning heads forward. Kissing shoulders. Leaning back.
Looking up and down.
Steaming.
Moving hands down over shoulders to caress long muscles of back and sides.
Staring deeply into those eyes, mirrors of desire.
Holding on for dearest life.
Holding on to dearest life.
Loosening, pushing, clothes down to puddles of cloth.
Holding hands.
Stepping out of the puddles.
Sliding hands around and down into underwear, drawing together.
Gripping the smooth, cool globes of flesh.
Heating with lust.
Slipping the last remaining bit of cloth away to the puddle at the feet.
Looking up and down.
Steaming.
Gliding forward. Full body contact. Heat on heat.
Kissing again.
Kissing hard, hot, wet, deep.
Folding into arms. Full body contact.
Melting onto the bed.
Gripping, stroking, caressing, loving, kissing.
Melting into a pile of heat and lust and love.
Loving.
Joining.
Loving.