Him

From the very first time I saw him- I wanted him. The deepest depths of my being knew I wanted him despite the denial my mind tried to instill into my heart.

I could feel the deepest depths of my soul craving to touch his own. Yearning to wade into the waters of his heart until I was engulfed completely.

It felt like a magnitude only comparable to the laws of gravity- the way my body felt pulled to his.

Everything about him had been encapsulated by my mind. Images of him that thoughts would conjure up constantly from flashes of his existence that I had memorized..

The way his eyes would linger on mine with an expressionless face. The overwhelming and insistent craving for him at the slightest shift of his gaze.

The way his lips would part into an amused smile before he’d scoff at my denial for my yearning of his body against my own.

The way he would stroke the chin of his beard while he analyzed me as I stumbled and stuttered through vague explanations and excuses for why I wasn’t interested in him.

The way I'm sure he knew as he played along with my game- that I was subconsciously desperate to absorb any information about him that I could possibly attain.

He played along with me nicely and somewhere in his amber eyes I could tell he wanted to play roughly.

The way he would flash a smile at me and that cheeky expression would be imitated in my dreams.

The way his eyes would linger on me, and my breath would catch in my throat as I could feel the hands of his mind slowly undressing me.

Where I knew most men would devour me whole- I was certain he would devour me piece by piece and savor every bite.

I had never enjoyed anything more than being lost in the forests of those amber eyes, or knowing the intense curiosity of what it would feel like to be caressed by his strong hands.

My fantasies about feeling the tensing and flexing of his muscles against my body, and imaginings of the way his lips might feel against my skin would always send shivers down to my core until I became nothing more than a puddle between my thighs.

I wanted to melt into the palms of his hands at the slightest touch of his fingertips. I wished, I craved, and I yearned for his existence to be intertwined with mine.

In all of my life, I was sure, there had never been anything I wanted to feel more.

The accumulation of unwavering temptation pushed me into surrender, and I finally gave into the very emotions I had fought to deny.

Confiding in him was as easy as putting pen to paper, and I found the kind of comfort in him that one finds between the sheets and blankets of their bed.

His soft lips pressed against mine and slowly collided back into them each time he would pull away. They felt like soft silk as they glided down the skin of my neck.

The warmth of his body contributed to the boiling of my blood under my skin. My heart pounded loud and wild like a beating drum. Being pressed so close to him felt like connecting the last piece to a puzzle.

His hands glided over the curves of my body the way the wind glides over forested hills. The way he gripped my skin in the palm of his hands felt like he was holding onto the essence of life.

As he pressed himself into me the way waves press a shell into the sandy shore, his fingertips trailed my body as gently as leaves fall from trees.

He kissed my body the way soft rain falls over a body water, sending ripples of tingling temptation across my skin and throughout my flesh.

He made love to my body the way I had craved and fantasized about all my life. Consistently inflicting an immeasurable amount of pleasure throughout my body as he devoured every part of my flesh, inch by inch of my skin. Devouring me in a way that he could savor every bite.

My body had tirelessly ached for his touch for weeks and months, but the aching was relieved within seconds of his touch.

He satisfied my starving soul and left me with an appetite only he would ever be enough to suffice.