He wasn't sure who kissed who first, but as his eyes closed, he no longer cared. Lost in the sweet smell of her perfume and the ecstatic feeling of her mouth on his, his mind reeled in pleasure. His hands sliding from her hips, up her sides, feeling the warmth of her body under his palms and fingertips. He was lost in her kiss; the force of her passion mixing with his. With a slight movement, his body pressed against hers. His efforts, which were not in vain, brought a moan from her lips as she melted against him. He felt her hands slide through his short hair, gripping, pulling hard.
His alarm goes off on his phone, eliciting a silent curse at his class schedule. Reluctantly he pulls away from her only to be dragged back to her waiting lips; all thought of the alarm forgotten. His eyes close and his hands slide down and into her back pockets, pulling her to him, pelvis to pelvis. His alarm shrieks out another warning, making him wish he could just throw it against a wall. . .with her against it not soon after. He breaks the kiss and says his goodbye. He watches her turn to go to her class, her hair waving goodbye as she turns and jogs, for she is late as well. He has trouble making his body move towards the door, his eyes locked on her. Before she rounds a corner, she glances back with a message in her eyes. His heart skips a beat as her message was read loud and clear. Tonight, they would continue where they left off. Tonight, he smiles and turns to the door. Tonight.
1 comment:
Excellent short tidbit. It said a lot in two paragraphs. Just a little spelling error because I'm a grammer nazi. Change 'glass' to 'class.'
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