She lives in my lap (Part 4)

Every time he saw her, she looked brand new. He knew he could fall in love with her all over again, just from seeing her again, without her name, number or further introduction. He was awe struck, dumb struck, love struck at the sight of her.

“You look…” his words trailed off where his eyes picked up feeling over the shape her intimate details, his eyes prying, exploring, invading open the soft details of her body. Parts, places, and spaces his hands had felt intimately, his eyes had seen privately and his tongue tasted ravenously. “Amazing.” He finally finished.

“Well, thank-you.” Her smile instantly appeared as if his words had been some secret code to her mouth, as her eyes poured themselves into him, pouring, draining, emptying unspoken affection into him. Feeding nourishment into his hungry soul, putting calm into his heart. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you!’ her eyes shouted at the top of their lungs every time she blinked. It was almost too much for him to look at. He felt the burden, no, weight of privilege of her love. He felt the intense urgency of her love. ‘Hurry up and love me’ her eyes whispered as she blinked. ‘hurry up and love me.’ He had no choice but to obey, taking her into his arms.

“Oh.” She gasped pleasantly, playfully surprised. Her neck was his ice cream on that hot day. He licked, sucked, and ate her neck alive. She teasingly struggled squealing approvingly, he would not let her go. He paused only for breath and only for long enough to enjoy the smell of her wet skin freshly kissed by his lips. “Oh, your too much!”