Inside Her

Amaya

As soon as our mouths met, I knew it was different than before. When I had been with him in this apartment previously, it had always been a swell of desire for each other, as though if we didn’t take each other right then and right there, we might expire, but this was different. He slid his arm around my waist and drew me on to his lap. I could feel the tension unwinding from his body, everything that he’d been carrying all day long rushing out of him. I slipped my arms around him, and he guided me down on to the bed so that he was on top of me, his body pressed down on mine, the warmth and strength of him comforting me in ways I didn’t know I needed.

He stripped me down swiftly and deftly, and I noticed the way his ring caught the light as he moved, and my heart skipped a beat. Sometimes, I forgot that we were bonded in such a profound way. I reached up to brush the hair back from his face and saw my own ring on my finger, a reminder of what we shared, the secrets we carried fo