I'm thinking of あなた in my sleepless solitude tonight...

Becoming 塔の上のラプンツェル in sheets of satin, I rolled to my side and slowly opened an eye, spotting the black outline of a figure lingering in the doorway. Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow and squinted, trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "Matthew?" I called out softly, pulling the sheets up to cover exposed flesh. The figure moved closer without a word, shutting the bedroom door. For a moment I questioned whether または not the illusions had returned. While I wasn't seeing Lex, I was thinking of him. Fear and anxiety washed over me until the suspense became too much.

My senses somehow heightened as the shadow stood motionless. That familiar fragrance of his body suddenly came to me, and without second-guessing my actions, I held my arms out to him - beckoning him. Hesitantly the shadow stood at the center of the room, but within a matter of 秒 he wrapped his arms around me, my own arms snaking around him in retaliation, and his lips collided with mine, sending me backwards into the pool of sheets awaiting us. Heated kisses built on the excitement and I found myself touching his face with feathered caresses. At last, he spoke to me. "Jamie," he whispered, my eyes envisioning him in the darkness. I pressed a mile long finger to his thinly shaped lips, quieting him.

On their own accord, my fingers roamed every inch of skin above me until I felt the hem of his shirt. I tugged once, twice, three times before pulling it up and over his head, tossing it mindlessly to the floor beside us. The room seemed to be on the verge of one hundred degrees before we both stripped of every 記事 of clothing adhering to our bodies. Soon his chest suffocated mine, stomach to stomach, holding each other like never before. His mouth traveled down the side of my neck and I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

I'd risk my life to feel your body 次 to mine...

With each thrust of his hips, each キッス teasing my skin, I sunk deeper and deeper into an ocean of indescribable pleasure - pleasure I never knew existed. Soft cries of perfect rapture consumed me, unable to control the rhythm of my hips matching in time with his. My fingertips glided across the slickness of his back, taking note of every muscular groove tightening and relaxing. He rolled and I followed, steadying myself with hands pressed firmly to his chest. The feel of his fingers gripping my waist sent me into overdrive, foolish to desire something different for even a second.

I flattened a hand against the headboard before me, bringing myself to a climax so toe-curling, it left me gasping for a single breath to refuel. He lifted himself to hold me, my body shaking from the unfamiliar intensity it experienced. I soon relaxed enough to nestle close to him, listening to his heartbeat. A few soft strokes tickled my back before I felt his fingers close around a stray lock of hair. I wanted to tell him everything, everything I wanted to say all along, but I was speechless. Perhaps words weren't necessary. My right hand trailed to his stomach, trying to convince myself it was real. He was real, and he was here with me.

I can see あなた clearly, vividly emblazoned in my mind...

A groan of frustration awakened me as I rolled over to face the sunlight pouring through the curtains of my bedroom. I had trouble recalling the 前 night; was it all a dream, または was it reality? It seemed my entire life was nothing but a giant blur nowadays. Protesting against myself but failing miserably, I sat up in ベッド and glanced to my left. There Matthew slept soundlessly, his chest rising and falling in a way that made me shiver. Every range of emotion stirred inside me as I watched him, returning to the warm indentation my figure created during the course of the night. I immediately felt myself lose control, unable to prevent the tears that slowly trickled their way down my cheeks. A hand gently cupped his face. I shook my head, struggling to suppress a sigh, and gazed at him. With that morning's arrival, the vision of Alexander had departed.