Just say yes!
I'm yours.
The red long dress fitted right on the curves of my body, my lipstick made my lips stand out. The excitement made me walk back and forth.
I was alone, but I knew he would come and be with me at this moment. The gallery was full, all professors from the university were here to see my performance. They were dressed in elegant suits and dresses. Everyone congratulated me for my solo exhibition, and some handed me bouquets of flowers.
A man approached, he was middle-aged with gray hair.
'Good evening, Emma. I'm Dave Richardson from magazine "Glamour" New York.'- He held out his hand and I greeted him.- 'Your work is great, you're very talented.'
'Thank you very much!'
'We would like to schedule a business meeting with you next week.'
'Of course, that's my business cards, there's my phone number on it.'
'Fine, expect a call.' - The man greeted me again and went back in the company of the university professors.
I stood in the middle of the hall, holding a glass of champagne and smiling at everyone. But one man made me smile even wider. Harry walked through the door with black trousers and a black shirt. He was exquisite in his own way, holding seven white lilies, my favorite flowers. He slowly approached me with a wonderful smile, handing me the flowers.
'Congratulations, beautiful!'- Harry hugged me like never before, and then gently kissed my lips, leaving me breathless.
'I'm so glad that you're here.'
A photographer from a local newspaper came to us wanting to photograph me. Harry pulled away, so I could pose alone, but then I asked him to come back next to me to capture this moment.
I received congratulations from everyone and I was happy because tonight was just perfect.
Traveling back home with Harry's car, I grabbed his hand and stroked it with my thumb. He looked at me and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. When we got to the apartment, something happened. I felt like electricity hit both of us, but it was only a huge dose of passion and desire. He closed the door with his foot and slowly approached me.
'Are you sure?' - Harry asked cautiously, and I nodded, making him smile.
I turned back to him and moved my hair from the back. He undid the zipper on my dress, slowly pulling it down and studying my body. Here I was in front of him, I was ready.
I kissed his lips, unbuttoning his shirt. We were both naked enough, but at the same time dressed to feel comfortable next to each other. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his body, kissing him passionately. Both laid down on his bed, Harry was on me, and his curls gently caressed my face. His hand moved up and down my thigh, making me shiver. I wanted him, I wanted him more than ever and it was the right time. I grabbed his neck and my nails gently dug into his back, pressing him closer to me.
I was kissing him, he was kissing me.
I wanted him, he wanted me too.
I loved him, he loved me too.
He was gentle and careful. His every touch burned my skin, every word made me tremble, his every kiss made me want him more and more. Our bodies were like one. Where his body ended - there began mine.
His face was inches from mine, his green eyes looked straight into mine, his hands caressed my face.
'I don't want to lose you, Emma.'
'You won't, I promise.'
He put his head between my neck and shoulder, kissing me.
'I'm yours, Harry.'
'I'm yours too, Emma.'
I was alone, but I knew he would come and be with me at this moment. The gallery was full, all professors from the university were here to see my performance. They were dressed in elegant suits and dresses. Everyone congratulated me for my solo exhibition, and some handed me bouquets of flowers.
A man approached, he was middle-aged with gray hair.
'Good evening, Emma. I'm Dave Richardson from magazine "Glamour" New York.'- He held out his hand and I greeted him.- 'Your work is great, you're very talented.'
'Thank you very much!'
'We would like to schedule a business meeting with you next week.'
'Of course, that's my business cards, there's my phone number on it.'
'Fine, expect a call.' - The man greeted me again and went back in the company of the university professors.
I stood in the middle of the hall, holding a glass of champagne and smiling at everyone. But one man made me smile even wider. Harry walked through the door with black trousers and a black shirt. He was exquisite in his own way, holding seven white lilies, my favorite flowers. He slowly approached me with a wonderful smile, handing me the flowers.
'Congratulations, beautiful!'- Harry hugged me like never before, and then gently kissed my lips, leaving me breathless.
'I'm so glad that you're here.'
A photographer from a local newspaper came to us wanting to photograph me. Harry pulled away, so I could pose alone, but then I asked him to come back next to me to capture this moment.
I received congratulations from everyone and I was happy because tonight was just perfect.
Traveling back home with Harry's car, I grabbed his hand and stroked it with my thumb. He looked at me and smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. When we got to the apartment, something happened. I felt like electricity hit both of us, but it was only a huge dose of passion and desire. He closed the door with his foot and slowly approached me.
'Are you sure?' - Harry asked cautiously, and I nodded, making him smile.
I turned back to him and moved my hair from the back. He undid the zipper on my dress, slowly pulling it down and studying my body. Here I was in front of him, I was ready.
I kissed his lips, unbuttoning his shirt. We were both naked enough, but at the same time dressed to feel comfortable next to each other. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his body, kissing him passionately. Both laid down on his bed, Harry was on me, and his curls gently caressed my face. His hand moved up and down my thigh, making me shiver. I wanted him, I wanted him more than ever and it was the right time. I grabbed his neck and my nails gently dug into his back, pressing him closer to me.
I was kissing him, he was kissing me.
I wanted him, he wanted me too.
I loved him, he loved me too.
He was gentle and careful. His every touch burned my skin, every word made me tremble, his every kiss made me want him more and more. Our bodies were like one. Where his body ended - there began mine.
His face was inches from mine, his green eyes looked straight into mine, his hands caressed my face.
'I don't want to lose you, Emma.'
'You won't, I promise.'
He put his head between my neck and shoulder, kissing me.
'I'm yours, Harry.'
'I'm yours too, Emma.'
ha, sorry. x
thanks for reading it!
5/24/13