Naked

Naked

Finally we are together. I really love to see us lying in bed. Naked because its so hot inside and out. Naked because we feel so comfortable. Naked because we love and trust each other.
It’s Saturday morning and I look at him. I can really do that without shame. Am I really allowed to touch him everywhere?
I admit to myself that I’m still too shy. I’ve been with men before, but it was never love. It was nice, sometimes exciting. With him its everything.

This morning I touch his body with my gaze, wandering from his face to his stomach. No further yet. My hands have a will of their own. His skin is so smooth, almost cool. I kiss his belly buttom. I’ve never kissed him there before. Is this my heartbeat or his? I hear the beat so clearly and I finally look at his face. His eyes are closed, but his heartbeat faster than before.

“Hey,” I need to speak with him.
He opens his eyes, says nothing. But I see lust in his blue eyes and so I kiss his stomach again. I’m almost desperate to get over this invisible boundary. He’s never asked me to do that before. But I want to. He always loves and pleases me without hestiation. But he never demands something from me. He waits,
trusts my curiosity. I’m overwhelmed with the intensity of these feelings. My hands touch him, my mouth kisses him.
Again I need to see what he feels, need to ask him, hear him. “Do you like it?”

“It’s a sweet torure.”

“What do you want?”

“I want what you can give. I can wait until you’re ready and if this never happens, I will still love you.”

I’m a little angry about his almost perfect answer.

“Stop being so sweet to me. Say what you want. This is the moment.”

He looks surprised. “Sweetheart, I …” He stops mid sentence because my mouth finally reaches his penis. I surprise him with my kiss. It was the only way to stop him. I don’t like it if someone calls me sweetheart and sugar and beautiful.

Maybe I will tell him why later – but not yet. Its still too early.