She squirmed her body and closed her eyes and leant her head back until it rested against the side of the bed, back till she looked at the world upside down.
A deep intake of air was followed by her breathless words: 'Are my legs hairy?'
A gasp later...
'Your legs are fine,' he said, with a smile in his voice.
She felt his rough hands glide up her thigh until she could do nothing but moan.
Soon he was on top of her, the muscles in his arms denting his skin. She felt suffocated and trapped and loved every minute of it.
They kissed, an awkward kiss, filled with passion and aggression and misdirection. Her mouth felt numb when he pulled back, exposing a face half lit from the yellow light of the bedside lamp.
'Do you like my lips?' she asked, looking up at him lovingly.
'I love you lips. And your eyes, and your nose, and your cheeks.'
'Not my ears?' she said, with mock sadness.
'Definitely your ears.' He said it quickly, without hesitation.
She pushed him onto his back and nudged his body over, so that he lay in the middle of the bed. After climbing onto his stomach, she ran her long fingernails down his chest and scratched the skin.
'Do you like my fingernails?'
'Not right now,' he said with a laugh.
'What?' she asked sincerely.
'I'm just kidding.'
Her lips pursed, she looked away, her body becoming colder. A moment later she returned her gaze and gave him a shy, closed mouth smile.
He pulled her head down so that their lips smacked. Her body warmed and she rubbed herself against him, gasping, moving faster, feeling him.
He grabbed her hips and made her body move the way he wanted. Before she could speak, he said: 'Yes, I love your hips. They're amazing.'
She smiled and felt they were together, as one. Her body got hotter and her movements quickened.
In between movements and moans she breathed: 'Do you like. My boobs?'
He cupped them and groaned and said: 'Yes. I. Fucking. Love. Your. Tits.'
A scream and she collapsed on top of him.
She found his chest and rested her head against it, running her fingers through his body hair. She pulled his arm around her body. Their breathing slowed in unison.
'I love being with you,' she said with a sigh. 'You make me feel so comfortable.'
© 2012 Ben Safta
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