Almost immediately after meeting him, I knew I wanted to feel him--
really feel him.
I'm not a cynic but I'm not a fool; I didn't take his kind manners entirely at face value.
I wasn't coy but I played it as cool and slow as I could; I wanted to get to know him.
He seemed to want the same, but he made it clear he wanted to touch me—the thought of which sent a flood of hot vertigo straight down my body.
And then, when the time came and he gently and then not-so-gently took me, I found myself screaming from the waves—waves unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
Again, I'm not a cynic but I know what men can be like. In those moments before we talked for the first time after he changed my world, I held my breath.
He treated me with open, sincere playfulness and absolute respect;
and the earth moved all over again--
and hasn't stopped since.
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