She kisses me lovingly as she crawls into bed next to me. I smile into the kiss, deepening it as I move my fingers into her hair. I cup her cheek, brush my hand over her shoulder blade, and pull her closer. Her skin is so soft. My other hand holds onto her hand as my knee slips between her legs. I pull the towel away from one of her breasts and begin massaging it with my hand as my lips work at hers.

As I go to pull the towel up, she rips it away completely in one smooth movement and is kissing me again. Her hand slips past the waistband of my jeans. Her finger is at my clit, flicking lightly. I move my hand to her center, massaging her clit at the same time. We kiss passionately as fires burn throughout our bodies.

Her fingers begin moving down to my caution-taped entrance. I pull her hand away. “Don’t pull my hand away.” She says with a smile. She is misunderstanding the action. I do the same movement when I’m self-conscious.

I kiss her again, and her hand moves into the same direction again. I pull it away again. “Since when do you push me away?” she asks with a smile still on her face letting me know she isn’t angry or upset.

“Since I started spotting after my period” I explained and she understood.

“What is this? I stop mine and you start yours again?” She asks jokingly.

I get an arousing thought into my mind. “You’re off your period?” I ask.

“Yeah”

“Well in that case…” I move her beneath me in a swift movement. I kiss her, touch her, caress every inch of her. Something about this girl makes every time feel like the first time. She makes my nerves shot. She causes my stomach to flip. She makes me shake. She swallows my ghost and trails kisses along my heart. She leaves footprints in my sand and imprints on my soul that will never wash away. And every single time I make love to her, I never expect any of that. It catches me off guard and leaves me dizzy and breathless.

She is the very cause of my clumsy moves. When it comes to her, I am by no means a Casanova despite my efforts. She takes that from me and leaves me vulnerable. Not one bit of me disapproves of that.