Day break touches my cheeks with the kiss of sunshine. Its warmth starts to melt a cold exterior of winter hibernation. I feel a tingling sensation consuming my delicate skin, and my imagination roams to the memories of Falcon’s touch. My hands gently glide across the peaks and valleys of my torso effortlessly recapturing his essence. I begin to feel the stirring of a blossoming bud.
My sensual gladiator has enjoyed a dormant season without interruption. It’s time now to consume the feverish flirtations that come with the arrival of spring. I want to smell the sweetness of Falcon’s breath as he leans forward to softly, no forcefully, kiss my wet lips. I’m being drawn to his rapture like a beautiful spawning creature.
Whisper light, my fingers tap Falcon’s number into the cell phone. My heart is racing as the distant ringing echoes in my ear. My breath catches as I hear “Helloooow”, his voice is briskly masculine. I force out a broken, “Hi Sexy”. I can feel his sigh of relief. “How are ya, sweetheart?” “I’m o.k., you?” He reverently replies, “I’m good”. A long pause follows before we speak again. “Falcon”, he cuts me off. “I have an idea.” I’m hanging on his last word, “o.k.” “How about I pick up a couple cups of coffee and head over to your place? If we are going to have this conversation, don’t you think it better serves its purpose in person?” I agree… “I’ll see you soon”.
I try to stay composed when I hear the door open. He’s stunning! Our eyes lock, we stand speechless looking at each other’s rugged presence. With a graceful saunter, Falcon moves towards me. I’m frozen to the floor. He’s so close I can feel the warmth radiating. We continue to star at each other without any words. Suddenly, he drops both cups of coffee, to the floor, then consumes my entire body pressing every inch against his solid stature. His kiss is demanding with an animalistic undertone that makes lust rumble.
I think this is the start of what they call makeup sex… To Be Continued
