He is looking for you at the other side of the street, he looks around.
You wave your hand and when he finally see you your heart skips a heartbeat, dear Lord isn’t he beautiful?
He start walking in your direction, crossing the road, and you can’t help but think how perfect he is, your heart already racing in your chest.
When he is in front of you he smiles and you have to shut your eyes a little bit cause he is so…bathed in light. Under the sun he seems to gleam, light pouring right out of him. He is blinding.
You just smile, your voice trapped in your chest with all the butterflies of this world. He gets closer, leans towards you and you can see your own image getting bigger in his sunglasses. You try not to fix your eyes on his lips but it’s impossible cause they are so full and sexy… and coming in your direction!
You feel your heart in your throat and you pray he can’t hear it too but it must be so loud right now… You feel the blood running to your ears. Did he said something?
He looks a bit puzzled now, his smile is still sweet though. He must have asked you something but you were so caught up from him that you missed it.
Very smart, you must look dumb as fuck now. He chuckles but you know him too well to think he is making fun of you, he probably just finds your teenage-like reactions cute. He leans even closer, his face barely a couple of inches from yours.
"I said, no kiss?"
He is whispering and he is using his sexy voice, the bastard, but you can still hear a hint of fun in his voice. He is probably amused by the effect he still have on you. You take a deep breath but before you open your mouth to answer he takes away his sunglasses.
And now you’re staring into his eyes. This man will kill you. Softly. His eyes are a bit squeezed for the sun but you can still see clearly that impossible blue, sea-like unbearable blue. He can kill you, it’s ok, you’d die happy.
You grip his red tie and pull.
When his lips touch yours you definitely feel an electric spike down your spine and you relish in the feelings of soft against soft, his lips a bit dry but so full, his stubble tickling the corners of your mouth. You feel he is smiling.
For some seconds it’s just a lips brushing as he closes his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. His body is firm and solid. His kiss deeper.
You part your lips a little bit but before your tongue can reach his lips you feel his tongue caressing yours, trailing the very sensible skin just inside your mouth, and the electric spike down your spine turns into an electric storm.
You move your tongue to meet his. They slide against each other, a free form slow movement.
His kiss gets hungrier, his tongue demanding, his hands running on your low back. You pull up your arms and close your hands on his head, your fingers running through his hair, messing them up.
He pulls you even closer, your bodies smashed together, and even through the thick fabric of his jeans you can feel his arousal.
That’s too much, you feel like falling, like your knees went boneless. But he is there with his strong arms, he clenches them harder around you to keep you up. His kiss getting rough.
You suddenly feel like there’s no more air in your lungs, you need to breath. You must break the kiss before passing out. You don’t want to. You must to. You break it. You breath. Truth to be told you’re panting.
He is still so close, swollen perfect lips, flushed cheeks, messed up hair. You must be a mess, you must be completely red.
Is the only thing you manage to mutter, between a breath and the other. He let out a low chuckle.
"No, I’m not God. I’m Misha. But I can see the easy mistake."
Now you’re laughing too, ‘cause this is so… him. And everything you love about him.
He hugs you softly. He smiles.
You’re lost. Forever.
For the pictures thanks to: turpiel, acklesharris