Lost in His Touch

I met him during a faculty mixer, and from that moment, it was impossible not to be drawn to his intensity. We were both recently single, and the tension between us simmered with an unspoken desire. Last week, we finally let go of our inhibitions at a colleague's holiday party. The way he touched me, the feel of his hands on my skin, I could barely contain myself. As we retreated to a quiet corner, there was no need for words. His fingers found their mark as I arched into him, needing more, craving everything he offered. We moved together with an urgent rhythm, every touch electric and raw. It was intoxicating, the way we melded bodies and minds in that moment.