Heat-haze


His kisses are wild, his tongue quicksilver.

Can’t breathe.

He’s so close.

Oh god he’s hard.

For me.

His hands are at my zip.

“Trip…”  Difficult to speak against his tongue.  “We don’t have to go so fast.”

Blue eyes, his pupils huge.

“We do.”  Fierce.  He wrenches the zipper down, slides his hand in, seeking my skin.

Finds it and the heat of him burns me.

“Why?”  I hold his wrist.  I need to get this right.

“’Cos I’m scared.”

His honesty might just kill me.

“Slow’s better.”  I kiss him gently.  “First time.”

“Show me,” he whispers.  “Everythin’.”