WAIT

Lorraine Lebedeva

Lifting my hands to his jaw, pleasure washes over me as he deepens the kiss. Raphaël wraps an arm around me, then I'm tugged hard against his body, my toes barely touching the ground.

He pulls away, his thumb traces my bottom lip.

"Do you trust me?" he questioned.

"Yes." I replied.

Now that I think about it. I did trust him. I might have not seen it or said it aloud but I trusted him from the very moment he touched me.

It might sound ridiculous but from him, I always need one more kiss, one more hug, one more touch, always, simply more of him.

I don't want what we have to stop.

The exact texture of his lips on my neck, the rippling shudder of his fingertips stroking my breasts, the heat of his body between my thighs... He wanted this too. Gentle touches and strokes, all over each others' bodies. I kneel in front of him, my back pressed tightly against his chest to feel the silk of his flesh upon me. He slips one strap of the lingerie off my shoulder, my single breast