moaned at the feeling. Samuel always took his time when he explored the skin on my body. He always made the most of our time together, kissing me in every place possible. There was so much tension between my legs. It was killing me that we were waiting to go all the way and what made it worse, is that he spent every moment with me, turning me on. Thank God I was a master of pleasing myself. I would never get any sleep if I allowed myself to be constantly wound up. We had however, finally reached the stage of mutually pleasing each other without actual penetration, so at least I could look forward to that satisfaction. I swear my hormones were going to make me explode if we didn’t have sex soon. I understood why he wanted to wait, but my body was not happy with that decision. I was a virgin because I had never had a boyfriend long enough to get that far. My Dad had chased or scared away any guys who were interested in me, due to him being extremely protective. Samuel and I had to take extra precautions when we started to meet because our friendship was the forbidden kind. He was the son of the man my father considered his nemesis, so we knew that what we were doing could lead to very brutal consequences. The welfare of us both was seriously at risk, but we continued to secretly see each other, even though we knew it could end at any minute in the most gruesome way possible.
Perhaps we should have stopped seeing each other, been more sensible. We both knew the unnecessary risks we were taking, and that what we had, couldn’t go anywhere. Not in the future sense anyway. We were living in the moment, embracing the minutes we had, knowing that with each passing second, it could be our last. I guess when you are living in that kind of mindset, each minute becomes more and more special. It intensifies feelings quickly, makes you more attune to what you want, and what you can lose. You feel time more because there isn’t enough time for what you might need. Everything slows down and speeds up. When we first met, we joked that we could end up like Romeo and Juliet, and now, it didn’t feel like a joke, but art imitating life.
The danger was always in the back of our heads, sitting there, reminding us that our actions were very irresponsible. But as much as we were aware of this, we couldn’t stop. We didn’t want to stop. There was something about Samuel that reached into the very core of my being, and spoke to me with the kind of symphony that my heart craved. He understood what it was like being me. We had the same upbringing. We had suffered loss. Samuel had also lost his mother when he was young, but not to death. When Samuel was five, his mother simply got up and left one day, fleeing the country, and never returned. She had not been killed, but Samuel still felt the loss like she was dead. He never saw her or heard from her again. Sometimes it felt like we were two lost souls trying to find love in the same kind of darkness. Our conversations usually led to new ways we could meet in secret rather than reasons we should not. We were being ignorant in our youth, allowing our feelings to grow, and they were growing at an alarming rate. My heart was leading my actions now, and my all rational thoughts from my head were pushed aside to make way for what I now I felt, and what I couldn’t run from.
“So where is it?” Samuel asked, still exploring the skin on my back.
“Where’s what?” I asked curiously, arching my back towards his mouth, wanting to be closer to that voice that made me want to lose control.
“The tattoo? Where on her body?” Samuel pointed to my book again. I bit my lip, and dropped the book to the floor.
“Why don’t I show you?” I said in the sexiest voice I had, which probably sounded awkward given I knew nothing about sex.
I slowly started to lift my shirt up and over my head, tossing it next to the book on the floor. He looked at me in adoration and lust. The way he looked at me made me hot all over. I