“Stay here”

“Stay here…”

The night was still, the air warm and heavy. You sat on the edge of my bed, your eyes deep in mine, while I tried not to be overwhelmed by the electric tension that lay between us. My voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Stay here tonight.”

Your smile was soft, but there was something darker in your eyes that made my heart beat faster. “I’ll stay,” you finally said, your voice low and calm, and I felt the tension suddenly tighten.

I lay back slowly, my head on the pillow, and you followed my gaze as I pushed the blanket back a little. The air in the room seemed to change, becoming thicker, full of unspoken words. You sat there, still, but I could see your breathing quicken as I ran my hands over my skin.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly, but I held your gaze. “I wanted you to touch me. For you to look at me the way you’re doing right now.” My fingers ran over my waist, hesitating briefly before sliding lower. Your eyes followed my every movement and I could feel the fire in your gaze.

“Why do you only let me watch?” you finally asked, your voice rough with desire. Your tone sent a hot tingle through my body. I smiled weakly, my lips slightly parted as my hand continued to find its way. “Because I want you to look at me. For you to see what you’re doing to me.”

You swallowed, your hands firmly on your knees, but I could see you barely holding back. My breathing quickened, a soft moan escaping my lips as my fingers finally touched the most sensitive spot. “I wanted you to do this,” I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. “But now… Now I want you to help me.”

That was all you needed. In one fluid moment you were with me, your hands found my body as if they had always belonged to it. Your touch was demanding, yet tender, as if you wanted to savor me. My head fell back into the pillow and I lost myself in the feeling that you were there, that you knew exactly what I needed.

“Let yourself go,” you murmured against my skin, your voice deep and full of promise. I did, letting you guide me completely, feeling every touch, every movement as if it were an explosion in my body. My breath caught and the tension inside me grew until I no longer knew where I ended and you began.

When it finally happened, it was as if the world around me disappeared. I cried out your name, my hands reaching for you as my body shook and dissolved in sweet, overwhelming relief. You held me tight, your hands safe as I found my way back.

Later, when I could still feel your breath on my neck and the afterglow of that moment warmed me, I whispered, “Why did you make me wait so long?