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He drew a sun. Easy. His looked more like a kindergarten project.
She picked up the tube of red next. “We’ve got love, passion and anger here.” Her finger was right above his dick on his pelvis. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she drew. It’s like she was lost in her own world.
“Is that a chili pepper with flames?” he asked.
She giggled. “It is. You know, you make me hot.”
He had to speed this up. He put the red on his finger and drew a heart in the same spot as her, then leaned down to kiss her next to it.
“What does green mean?” he asked. He was thankful it was the last color unless she decided to use white and black. He’d talk her out of it if he had to.
“Green means new beginnings. Abundance. Nature,” she said. Her finger was moving over his upper hip and close to his inner thigh and groin. He wanted to laugh when he figured out what she was drawing but couldn’t.
“It that a snake and an apple?”
She laughed and he saw the desire in her eyes. He’d been watching her as she drew. As things came to her and she lost herself in the process of even a simple little design.
“It is,” she said. “How much more nature, abundance and new beginnings can we get?”
“I’ll make this fast,” he said, grabbing the tube and putting a leaf on her inner thigh.
“You’re a good student,” she said low in her throat. “I never said you had to draw something that the color represented.”
“Just following your lead,” he said.
She picked the condom up that he’d placed down near them. She wiped her hand, opened the condom up and rolled it on him.
“Are you going to continue to follow my lead?”
“I’ll follow you anywhere you want me to go,” he said. He was shocked those words came out of his mouth.
He swore to never let himself be pulled along like that again and yet there was no thought at all when he’d said it.
“I don’t need someone to follow me,” she said. “I need someone by my side. There is a difference and I hope you don’t forget it.”
She said it just the way to make him feel like everything was going to be okay.
He rolled her on her side, got behind, shifted her top leg forward, found her opening and slid in. “Side by side, like this?” he asked.
She moaned in her throat and he’d take that as a yes.
His arm moved around her and cupped her breast, his hips moving forward and back. There was no fast motion like this. It was slow and steady and an accumulation of emotions that had been building in them all day.
Her head went back into his throat and he lowered his lips to kiss her on the forehead.
This wasn’t about sex.
This wasn’t about pleasure.
This was about making love.
It was feeling what the other was and making sure they understood each other.
With each movement inside of her, he felt the building of his life with her. A dream he knew he could achieve. When the time was right.
His hand moved down from her breast he was massaging and found her swollen bud. He pressed hard and rubbed it in circles, her moans getting louder, his matching them.
“Tell me you’re close,” he said.
