Why Is Love So Hard

Once again I was straddling him. His back against the wall, his hands roaming my back. Going up to my neck and down to my lower back. Then all of a sudden grabbing me as if it were for his life. His lips busy with mine, crushing them, yet so tender. My hands at his neck, down to his shoulders, to his bulging muscular arms and up again to his neck. How could he be so strong and powerful over me but yet so soft and delicate. His hands now at my hips, his mouth leaving mine, going lower, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Lower. Reaching my shoulders, he goes along, leaving more kisses. Reaching my spaghetti straps, my bra straps, he removes them one then the other one with his lips and tongue. Lets them slip down my arm, going up to my neck, nibbling on his way. Across my neck, to the other side. Now at my left shoulder, again, leaving kisses behind. Removing my straps. Finding his way up my neck and up to my cheek. Up to my earlobe, nibbles it and he goes higher. “I want you.” Just above a whisper. Crosses my face, kisses my eyes, down to my nose, and once again his lips are dancing with mine. He goes down, again. Lower, my head goes back in pleasure. He rips my shirt off of me. His lips go to my shoulders again, his hands start roaming upwards again, reaching for the clasp of my bra. Loosens it and lets it fall in between us. His mouth now licking its way down. Placing his face on my chest, between my breasts. Moving it from side to side. Finally deciding onto my right breast. Moving closer, then moves up to the top. Sticking out his tongue, making a spiral like trail, leading to the nipple. Teasing as much as possible. Finally he reaches it, licks over it once, my head moving further back, engulfs the whole thing into his mouth. Moving onto my left breast. Again with the spiral trail, I’m whimpering.