Michael Malone - Weebly

e living, sort of to make up, you know, and sex with
you makes me feel alive. Okay, please?" They looked
at each other, the longest look they had ever shared.
Then he kissed her.
Stepping back, she slid out of her white shorts and
underpants. He took her hands and kissed the palms.
Straddled over the bench, she sat pressed against his
chest, and when he unbuttoned his shirt, she rubbed her
breasts in the hair between his nipples. His penis rose
between them, pressing against her stomach. He bent
and took her nipple in his mouth and moved his hands
on her buttocks. She felt to him buttery soft and rich
and smooth. Where her hands touched him he had
goose bumps; everywhere her flesh touched his was
tingling. He held his hands in her hair and kissed into her
mouth with his tongue while she helped him inside her.
He wanted to thrust into every opening, through her,
into her heart. He was coming too fast to try to wait.
And then suddenly she came, too, her neck arched
back. He thought how much like grief the look of her
ecstasy was.
Almost at once she lit a cigarette.