Five Sentence Fiction: Ache

WARNING: I went a little crazy with this and yes, it has some sexual content. This is (hopefully) my only Valentine’s Day entry for these writing challenges I’ll ever do. And no, I will not give away who I was imagining for the male lead, only to say he’s hot and a blonde and blued man. Enjoy!

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.  

This week: ACHE

“The night is young,” or so he said to my ear, he had me on the edge of my feet with his sweet voice, he knew how to use his words to almost make me leap over the neatly decorated table at the restaurant.

His hair was short, but the ends were slightly curled, he had such a cute baby face, but had the scruff as a grown man, it made the difference to see him as a gentleman than a little boy in my eyes.

The way his fingers intertwined with mine, made me want him to hold me close so I could not only feel him near my body but also hear his heart beat alone with mine; as we walked down the sidewalk and began a small conversation the need to be with him grew stronger than ever and luckily for me, he had the same ache as I did just being next to him.

My mind began to wonder on as he continued to talk about life and what he saw for his future, would he continue to be loving to me with his touch or would he would go slow to the point were he has me begging for more, and not just for sex, but will he continue to give me more of his time, his touch, and will the words that he says still hit me like they did tonight?

As we lay on the bed, clothes spread out all around the floor, I just became the kind of women that my cousins and I use to laugh at as they passed by us in the halls of different hotels when we went on family vacations; he has his face tucked inside his left hand and the blanket is lightly covering his body, his pale skin still shows the stream of sweat down his body, strong arms caressed my body softly, more than any lotion could do, we blended together so well that he freed the insecured girl inside, and he could have just kissed me and left for the night.