I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to his pine scented body. His kisses are now on my shoulders and in my hair.

In the room that is twilight and shadow, Samuel stands close enough for me to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around my back and in one gentle pull our skin touches. I feel his hand in my hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down my cheekbones to my lips. That's when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh, he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. We lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing my jeans, pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

His fingertips are electric, they must be, for wherever they touch my skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hands move over my skin my body has a transitory paralysis, my mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moves around to my left ear and he whispers what's coming next. Suddenly my body is off pause mode and I pull back for a kiss that's both soft and hard.

We lay naked in the moonlight, waves crashing the shore not far away, Samuel's arm draped over my waist. I leant in for a kiss, the kind I wanted to last forever, but after a time I withdrew to gaze at the face I loved so much. Samuel glided his hand over my skin to my face, brushing away a little sweat. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

I grinned, "No, uh uh," I shook my head and fought away the grin.

Samuel's hand had migrated to my hair, pushing it back from my face. "Well, I do. And you know what?" I heard the words before he said them, folding my lips inwards. "I always will." I dropped my gaze before meeting his, there was an intensity to it like his love was kerosene and I was his only flame.