“Spen-”

“Shhhh.” I put my finger to her lips to keep her from talking. “Follow me.” I took her hand in mine and with little resistance pulled her off the couch. She followed me as I led her to the bedroom. When I reached the edge of the bed, I turned and spun her around, sitting her down on the bed. She looked up at me through puffy, makeup free eyes. I closed the gap between us and she opened her legs to accommodate me standing directly in front of her. I caressed her face and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, never breaking eye contact and never speaking a word. I used both hands to steady her face as I tilted my head down to capture her lips. There was so much behind that kiss: fear, pain, hurt, happiness, love, loss, passion, need. Our tongues danced in perfected rhythm. It was so familiar, but the situation was so unfamiliar. This was not a promise of the future, this was goodbye. As I held her face, I felt the tears reach my hands. She knew the situation too. I released her face and my hands found their way down to her shirt. I broke from the kiss and stared into her eyes again as I lifted her shirt over her head. She curled her arms under mine, then around my shoulders and pulled me forward to have better access to the deep valley between my breasts. I straddled her as she continued sitting on the edge of the bed, using her legs as a seat. I wrapped my arms around the back of her head, trying to pull her closer. I needed to feel her, all of her. She pressed searing kisses into my skin as she made a trail from my torso to the top of my jeans. She reached around and unclasped my bra and discarded it to the growing pile of clothes beside the bed.

She put both arms around me as she lifted me slightly and rolled me onto the bed, gently pressing into me from above. She raised herself slightly on her knees so she could move more freely around my body and she began kissing me again. It was more urgent now. Time was running out. Breaking away from our kisses, she focused her attention on my breasts. She engulfed a nipple in her mouth, sucking like a hungry newborn. I tangled my fingers in her hair trying to prevent her from moving. She shifted to the other breast, ensuring she gave them equal attention.