A Confluence
His hand on my side, thumb grazing my breast. The other pushing against my lower back, slipping a little lower. As though catching himself from giving in to his impulse he dragged his hand up my back. His large palm moving gradually, index finger following the dip and curve of my spine. Grasping the back of my neck, briefly and in a smooth sweeping motion he gathered my hair in his fist. His left arm wrapped around me. Pressed tightly to his chest, he leaned forward, my back arched backward. Supported only by the crook of his arm, I melted against him. Moving fluidly, reacting to sensation; the tingling of my skin beneath his fingertips, the tug of my hair from my scalp. His strong, muscled arm holding me as though he wanted to merge. He needed to entwine himself with me; needed me to sustain him. The heat radiating off his body and mine, was all consuming. His tongue and mine gently teasing one another. Our lips reacted to the firm pull of the other, and then to light grazes against each other, as though it was always meant to be his lips on mine. We were inextricably drawn to one another. However, a confession weighed down my bottom lip. I pulled back suddenly, breaking us from our reverie. Straightening up, but not relinquishing his hold he stared surprised and yearning. Only then did Maya realise her nails dug deep into his chest and his chiselled jaw cupped in her hand. My eyes flicked from his lips to his dark brown eyes…
