"Harvey Elias Hughes."

"Hmm. That sounded nice when you say it like that." A slow, deep roll came out of him.

"I like your name." I confessed.

"And, I like you," he said bluntly.

I felt the heat surrounding my face as if I was developing a fever. Despite the iciness of my constantly cold fingers, I felt the burning sensation on its tips as I tried to cool down my cheeks. "You're very direct."

I tried to lift my weight off of his torso, but his hands instantaneously wrapped around my waist, securing me back in place.

"Stay." He demanded.

We've been laying on his bed for God knows how long, sharing what our week had been. Our schedule was so off that we had not seen each other for a week since our last encounter. We had kept in touch via text and calls, but it was not enough.

I was welcomed by the insatiable hunger in his eyes as soon as he opened the front door. Muscular arms wrapped around my waist as he swept me off my feet and into the warmth of his firm chest. The embrace was tender, but hard and long. My arms instantaneously wrapped around his neck as I tiptoed my height to reach him. I could feel his breath devouring me, drowning himself by my scent as his face buried on my neck. It was insane. I felt like a crazy person for feeling this way. But the smell of him, I couldn't breathe. Silence filled the room for what seemed like forever until I found the courage to return back to reality.

"Hi," I breathed into his ear. A chuckle rumbled on my neck as his face resurfaced in front of mine and finally let me go.

No. I frowned. I didn't realize how much I hated the space and coldness between our bodies. He offered refreshments but I declined. All I wanted to do was be near him. "I'm a bit tired. Can we relax for a bit before leaving?" Please, please invite me in. I felt wrong for thinking this way, but I felt right for feeling it.

"Do you want to lay down for a bit? Promise, no funny business." He offered and gestured towards where his bedroom was.

Fuck, yes I do. "I think that'll be beneficial."

His eyes glistened from my response. I knew damn well he did not expect me to subtly invite myself into his bed, but I blame my tired, pathetic body for this fatigue. I've been working the entire week and attending my classes and keeping up with homeworks and projects. I was indeed exhausted.

I slid under the cover of the black satin duvet cover, the coolness of the fabric made me shiver. He slid right next to me, offering me the heat that his body had been storing. "Rest," he demanded as he laid his arm open, inviting me to lay within the comfort of his chest. His body was relaxed. But his heart said otherwise. I closed my eyes and smiled at the rapid beating of his heart echoing into my ear. His fingers brushed off the hair that temporarily curtained my face. "I missed you too," I confessed. My body was drained, but everything else in me was fully awake. I started blabbering about work and school, he listened and listened. He told me about his classes and sessions, how he was suddenly inspired and wrote a song this week. I asked him more about what the song was about. "When it's ready, you'll be the first person to hear it." My stomach churned in response. I would have blamed it on the coffee I had this morning, but who was I kidding? We talked and talked. And one thing led to another and I found myself on top of him. Fully clothed, unfortunately.

His firmness did something to my body and I was ashamed of how easily it betrayed me. "I don't want..."

"Stay." He demanded a second time.

I tried to reason my concern of numbing his body part with my weight but his thoughts were aligned, or even ahead of mine.

"You're light as a feather. I've carried heavier and more dangerous things before. I can handle you," he said as the side of his mouth slightly lifted into a smirk. "Trust me," he reassured. Our faces are inches away from each other and I found myself subdued into those dark emerald green eyes of his. "Unless you actually want to get off of me," his hand found the nape of my neck, teasing every restraint I had left in me as his fingertips playfully caressed the back of my head and gently stroked my hair. "But we both know you don't want that" he whispered in my ear.

My legs trembled as it remained spread over his now hardened shaft. The sensitivity it caused in my private as it pulsed through his jeans was electrifying. I was heading into a dangerous pit with this dark desire I felt for him. He grabbed the back of my hair with so much force that a moan almost escaped my mouth before he covered it with his. Our lips locked and tongue intertwined, dancing in the waves of our arousal. He groaned inside my mouth and it nearly killed me. His lips left mine as it found its way on my ear and down my neck. My head hung back, his tongue circled on my skin, gently sucking it into his mouth. A moan escaped me as the pressure of his mouth on my skin intensified. His hand slid under my top, steadying my hip on his. His mouth found its way back to mine and we devoured each other, making up for the week-long wait of this moment.

"Fuck," he breathe into my mouth. "Yeah, fuck..." I breath back, catching our breaths. "I want you to trust me that I won't take advantage of you, but when you moan like that, I just lose it. It drives me crazy."

"Just shut up and keep kissing me," I commanded. I saw the relief in his eyes and the golden specks twinkled before his mouth consumed me, once again. I didn't know how long we were at it, but once we finally had the strength to pull away from each other, a chuckle escaped me.

"Your lips..." Shock filled me.

He smiled and knew exactly what I was thinking, "yours too..." We both laughed at our reddened, swollen lips. I bit my lips instinctively as my eyes scanned the size and hardness of his chest underneath his shirt. Chest rising up and down as if he just ran a marathon. "Don't do that," he said sternly, staring at my lips.

I licked it in protest and teased him with a smile. "Or else what?" I dared.

"Or else I will flip you over and fuck the shit out of you and make you cum so hard until you lose your voice from screaming out my name." His breathing was even now, eyes as dark as a moonless night. He stared with intention. It could've been a threat, but it felt more like a promise.

"You promise?" A sly grin formed on my face.

A feral snarl escaped his gritted teeth and I found myself being flipped over, my back laid on his bed as his body pressed against mine. There was no escaping this. His body weighed on mine. I found no trace of snickering or a smile on his face. No sign of light in those eyes. It was as if I was dragged into the deepest end of the forest, surrounded by the trees towering over me, hiding any light that the sky had to offer. He dragged my arms over my head as his hand was securely wrapped around my wrist. Scanning me with those untamed eyes, I swallowed my insatiable hunger for him and licked my lips as I imagined what that mouth of his could do to me. He nodded slightly as an understanding of my silent invitation. His mouth found mine. This time, more ferocious than earlier. His tongue glided along mine in a fluid motion. I slid my tongue over his lips and kissed him more. His free hand found its way under my shirt and cupped my breast. He slowly rubbed my nipples as I lighty sucked on his bottom lip. His speed and pressure increased and I sucked harder and harder. I lost control and sucked his lips without considering any pain that I might have inflicted when he pinched my nipple. He groaned loudly as I shamelessly moaned from that pleasure.

Questioning eyes met mine as our panting synchronized. His hand no longer cupped on my breast as it led its way down on my abdomen, circling his fingertips on my navel and I arched my hips in response. His lips parted. But I cut him off before he had the chance to word out his thoughts. "Please," I begged. He understood my ravenous plea as he unbuttoned my jeans and his hand slipped underneath my undergarment. Relief filled my mind as I thanked the universe that I had chosen to wear laced underwear today, of all the days. My hips rocked in rhythm with his finger gently massaging my clit, the calm before the storm but what I felt within me is anything but calm. The wetness in between my thighs was burning me. I was on fire. I felt the eruption slowly coming. My hip thrusted against his hand as a finger easily slid in me. I responded with a shy, quiet moan. He grunted, as if not satisfied with my response and slid a second finger, then a third and I was fucking livid. The shyness disappeared the moment that third finger slid in me and he started fucking me raw with just those digits. The satin cover became the victim of my sexual rapture as it choked within the grasp of my hands. My eyes rolled back and I was seeing stars as I arched my back and squeezed my inside, tightening the space where his fingers did their incredulous task. His mouth found my breast, twirling his tongue over my nipple as he started sucking it. The pressure became harder to control as he sucked my nipple and the deafening sound of my wetness and his magical fingers pushed me to the edge. I moaned and whimpered as he grunted full of pride from finding my release. My body shuddered with fulfillment, panting as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me. His mouth was on mine, gently kissing me back to life. His fingers. My wetness. He teased my clit and I groaned in protest. A chuckle escaped in between our mouths. His eyes were watching me intently when I dared to open them.

"You're fucking beautiful," a remark that sounded so sincere as he lifted his finger into his mouth and had a taste of me, "and fucking delicious."

My mouth agape with incredulity. All I could do was grab his face and bring his mouth to mine, tongue playing along with each other as we both devoured the taste of my release. 

"Rest." He softly whispered. He kissed me one last time and I found myself drifting into sleep.