She lay on the bed bare legged and breasted. I moved slowly, a cheesy grin creeping across my face. The clinking of my belt buckle coming undone.
“Happy Birthday…” to the tune of every First Lady’s birthday pity fuck theme song.
She giggled as she beckoned. The rest of my clothes came off considerably quicker. We travelled far and wide, leaving no inch of the bed untouched. We made love with the whispers in our ears until we couldn’t feel the cold anymore.
“I’ve never felt this way before.”
I knew she hadn’t already. I made her smile, I made her laugh. I made her feel warm and safe and secure. I made her love and feel loved. I felt wonderful and I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be with someone who you really love. She looked happy, like she was in love, too.
That’s how I knew she’d be gone when I woke up in the morning.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
