Tessa

“Let's move to the bed it will be far more comfortable,” Carlos said, when I came up for air from his thought-stealing kisses. “Let me up, we’ll go in there.”

I didn’t want to break the mood but agreed. My knees already ached from the hard floor beneath the thick carpet in the living room. We stripped off the rest of our clothes as we walked back to his bedroom and then we came together again, standing in front of his bed.

I was eager, naked, ready for his touch, hungry for it, in the darkness of his room. I couldn’t tell what colors the wall and decorations were, and honestly, I didn’t care, right then. I just wanted him to touch me.

Even if it's only this once, I said to myself. And if it was only going to be this once, I was going to make the most of it. I pulled him against me hungrily and was awarded nicely when his lips pressed kisses down my sensitive neck, my hair loosely piled on my head, an invitation I’d hoped he’d take at some point tonight.

I hummed with happiness when