Chasing Storm
He leans down, sucking on my sweaty neck and between my breasts and I groan at how sexy that is.
"You're trembling?" I mutter, my eyes taking in his shaking form and he smiles.
"That was intense" he comments and I nod. Yeah. I guess candlelight really is a romantic thing not just for only novels and movies but real life.
"We made love..." I mutter against his lips, my hand, clasping his jaw.
"Yeah...I love you, Storm"
"I love you" I say and kiss him. The kiss is an ocean itself, drowning me and taking me under. The light suddenly come on but we don't move from our position, just laugh as if we've been caught by a parent having sex on their counter.