Hotness of a man

Come back!

The rest of the evening went well,very well, and I found myself relaxing

with her. It seemed in a way that we

were free to be each other around each

other now and it was that way for the

next two weeks. I saw her almost daily

in one way or another, whether all it

was, was a quick hello or an hour-long

kiss.

School had started and she was now

quite busy, but she always took off from

what she was doing in the evenings as if

I was the antidote to what was wrong

with life. It was humbling and yet

exhilarating.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted her.

Not just the outside that I’d been stirred

to arousal from the very first sight, but I

liked the affable and kind person that was blooming out of her the longer she

stayed in town.

I didn’t want her for just an hour or a

day or even a year. Forever was my goal

and that was why for the past three days,

I’d been caring my mother’s wedding

ring around in my pocket.

It was one of the very few things I

had left of my mother and for me it had

always been a source of treasure beyond

the value of the components that made it

up. It lay heavily in my pocket as I fought

for the courage to ask what I had of God

for the past three nights.

I had Samantha pressed back into one

of the front porch pillars and I was

kissing her face off even as I used my knee riding up between her thighs to

drive her crazy. She clutched at me and

moaned wantonly into my mouth as I felt

her come apart at the seams.

It never got old watching the look of

sheer pleasure that washed across her

face. I removed my pressing knee and

exhausted she slumped in against me.

“Why do you torture me like this?”

She whined against my chest.

“I want you!” She begged.

Signing I pulled away and she groaned, but in the end she let me go.

She frowned at me, “It’s not fair. You

drive me insane and make it so that I

can’t even think straight.”

I chuckled, but kept backing away.

“Same time tomorrow night?” I asked.

She sighed and her frown broke

away into a smile, “You know the

answer already so why do you even

bother to ask?”

“Because I was raised to be a

gentleman.”

Gazing serious eyed at me she said,

“You don’t have to be gentle with me

Steph I want everything. As much as you

drive me nuts you’re driving yourself nuts. I’m actually a little worried about

you.”

“I’ll be all right.” I said, but she was

right. Every unfulfilled evening after I

left her was one of tenseness. A

tenseness born out of frustration of

holding back from pushing her down and

making her mine.

I had to trust my instincts though until I knew

what to do I shouldn’t do anything.it'd

told me to love her and that I was doing.

it’d tell me when to make her mine

or just maybe He’d tell me to leave and

never see her again. The latter was a

reality I had come to face as a

possibility. In any relationship I had in life God

came first, but that was by no means

always an easy thing to acquiesce to.

Doing life the right way in any regard

was rarely, if ever the easy thing to do.

I got in my truck and drove away

already aching to be back in her

presence. I was about a mile down the

road when my phone rang. Smiling, I

answered it, “Want it to be tomorrow

already honey?”

“Steph! I…. come back!” The tone of

her voice was one of panic and fear and

the phone slipped from my hand to

clatter to the floor as I spun the wheel

and about flipped the truck in the

process.Gravel went spewing as I awoke all

the horses under the beat-up hood up. I

went tearing back up the graveled

incline wondering what could be wrong

at the same time praying that nothing was

wrong.