around the bedroom and we stopped walking at the foot of the bed. I looked up, into his almost translucent, blue eyes and felt that it was the perfect moment to kiss him. So I did. And it was great! His sweet, red lips met with mine in a playful way, just barely touching each other. I moved closer to really get into it but he teased me and pulled back. I got smart and held the back of his head and kissed him and this time, he got into. It was pure heaven to have someone to kiss again. I pulled him in closer and he began to part my lips with his tongue and delve in deeper. It felt so…natural to have him. We fell into a passionate fit of tongue wrestling so strong that I didn’t think it could be broken. But unfortunately it was, by him.

He looked right into my eyes again with something more than lust and desire. His eyes wanted something more than that. I didn’t realize until then that my cock had risen and gotten harder than it had been in a long time. I needed him, bad. I got on my knees, thinking he wanted the same thing. I reached for his jeans and unbuttoned it and was about to take them off when I heard him speak.

“Wait.” He looked at me and almost moved my body with those eyes, they were so hypnotic. “If it’s okay with you, can we just take it slow for now?” At that moment, I remembered two things. 1: Him telling me that he was a romantic. And 2: That I was too. I only wanted his body when I should have wanted him, the entire package. I said that he should at least stay the night and he agreed. We got under the covers, after a quick change of the sheets and a cleaning of chocolate wrappers around my bed. I slept more soundly that night than I could remember.


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