You know that feeling of sensing when someone is watching you while you are just beginning to wake? Well, it's that very feeling, that knowingness, that's making me want to open my heavy and sleepy eyelids. Looking all hazy and distorted, I wake to a closed-mouth smile from Mitch. As his handsomeness swims more into focused view, his smile gorgeously begins to grow more across his face. "Merry Christmas, beautiful."

In all honesty, I can't say I am feeling very beautiful this morning. After leaving Hetty and Will's at an entirely respectable hour, Mitch and I then welcomed in our first Christmas Day together at the stroke of midnight, with a bottle of Bailey's that I had thought was a really good idea to drink at the time. That good idea, was an exceedingly bad idea. "Merry Christmas." I mumble, as a mumble is just about all that is willing to come from out of my parched throat.

"Here." Like the thoughtful boyfriend that he is, Mitch hands to me a fresh glass of water.

With a weak grip, I bring the water to my mouth. Sipping it slowly, I begin smacking my lips together. "Next time I suggest opening up a bottle of Bailey's, please don't let me drink it into the stupid early hours." I half mumble, half whine to Mitch. Laughing softly, he then moves in to kiss me. Grimacing, I hold him back with my hand upon the nakedness of his chest. "And please don't kiss me, I probably have morning breath that's just like roadkill." Again, I'm smacking my lips together.

But Mitch completely ignores me, by planting a single, lingering kiss onto the whole of my mouth. His lips are warm against my cool ones, and his arms are just as warm and comforting. "Shall we start again, Miss Grumpy?" He's rubbing his nose against mine, wearing a lazy smile on the lovely fullness of those warm and inviting lips of his.

Embarrassed, my chin dips. "I feel like something has died in my mouth."

Mitch lifts up my dipped-down chin, grinning while he does. "So do I, but a little roadkill breath isn't going to stop me from wanting to kiss my beautiful girlfriend on our first Christmas Day morning together." He then removes the glass of water from between my fingers, gently putting it on the bedside table before he leans forward to kiss me again. But this kiss is now deeper, more demanding.

Still sleepy, a dizzying rush of adrenaline begins to reach all of my dozy veins. Beneath Mitch's body, our mouths unite with longing and unite with desire. This kiss, is now very much singing in my wide-awake veins. Mitch is sensually moving his mouth over mine, devouring more of its softness, while his hands are being persuasive and inviting more of my flesh to be gripped by his firm fingertips. "I love you." Comes out from between his greedy kiss, as nothing but a sweetly hushed declaration to me. "I love you so much." Now, he's kissing the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat.

I'm now fully awake.

Fully aroused.

With the magnificence of Mitch completely on top of me.

My hands begin their slow and appreciative trail down his back, caressing every god-like muscle of it and every sculpted curve. While my fingers are happily taunting his skin, my bare hips and my narrow waist start to brazenly buck forward. "I love you, Mitch. I love all of you." Stilling myself beneath him, my eyes start searching for his. Once they find what they are looking for, my stare on Mitch becomes glazed with a feminine, horny need. "All of you." Is so wilfully and softly stated while my waist and hips thrust more against him, urging that all of him does exactly what my body achingly now needs it to do.

Somewhere between the Bailey's and those earliest of Christmas morning hours, I know that we also had fun and clumsy drunken sex, but now, we both ache for the clarity and the fulfilment of a far more sober kind of love making. Under my breasts, my heart now pounds for Mitch, while down between my legs, it throbs for what is to come. With tender insertion, Mitch slowly begins to fill me with his unhurried thickness. He is filling me and tracing his fingertips across my lips as he gently does so. The action is done with adoration and with lust. It's all there, in his mellow blue eyes; bathing me with the luminous affection and need that he so obviously feels inside. Positioned just above of me, Mitch's stare is now locked onto my eyes while he lazily rocks his hips from one sensual side to the other. It's a tantalising to and fro, pushed with a delectable deepness that causes soft gasps of pleasure to run from my throat. My arms and legs start clinging to him, readying themselves for all of that rocking to intensify. I want to be ready for every inch of Mitch, every pushing and pulsing inch of him that's so passionately hard inside of me.

This is making love.

Making slow and true love.

The kind of making slow and true love that will bind together two separate souls.

I really do love this man.

I love him being inside of me, I love him being outside of me. I love him when I can't see him, I love him even more when I can. From head to toe, Mitch Heston is loved by me. Which is why I cling onto him even tighter. I'm clinging to the pleasure he gives my body. I'm clinging to just how great we are together. This man isn't only capable of giving me an orgasm, I know he is capable of giving me so much more than that. So my arms wrap themselves around his neck and my hips surrender themselves to his deep and joyous thrusts that are causing an hysteria of delight everywhere down between my legs. My skin is tingling. I'm shuddering with arousal. My blood is being pumped around my veins like liquid fire.

Mitch pushes into me with such masterful depth, then pulls back out with such sensuous speed.

In, so deep. Out, breathtakingly slow.

In, so deep again. Out, so breathtakingly slow again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

A delicious innnnnnn.

A toe curling ouuuuuut.

An even more delicious innnnnnn.

An even more toe curling ouuuuuut.

All that Mitch is doing, has me lost within a wonderful swirl of sensations. I'm feeling lost within the warmth of the passion and the love that I feel for this beautiful man, who is making the most unbelievable love to my body.

My thoughts are lost.

My words are lost.

I only know that I am floating at a great height within a passion that I have never known before. While continuously embedding himself so deeply within me, Mitch's eyes, lips and hands all adore me in ways that I never knew possible. His gaze is desirously strong. His lips are so sweepingly soft and tender, while his hands are so lovingly persuasive. I am being loved while I am being made love to.

It's an intimacy like no other.

A raw kind of intimacy.

Open.

Exposed.

Transparent.

True.

I am so lost within my desire, love and admiration for the courageous human being on top of me, that I just want to let complete go.

The throbbing of my desire, the warmth of my love and the expanding admiration—I want to silently drown in them all.

"I'm...I'm about to......" Just like I am, my words are lost too. My orgasm is so close, so, so fantastically close. That too, wants to drown me. It wants to take away my words and my breaths, to replace them with wave after wave of soul-reaching ecstasy.

Oh my, those thrilling waves have indeed found me, they are now flowing over and everywhere within me. They're unseen and powerful, but if they could be seen, they would be big and golden waves of thrill-giving pleasure.

"Fuuuuu....." Mitch wants to curse, to curse with the climax that's just about to shoot from out of him, but my golden waves also now have him. Such is the pleasure of surfing each one of them, that pleasure begins to squeeze on his vocal chords and starts choking him with the euphoria that makes every part of his muscular being begin to quiver. I can only watch my magnificent boyfriend. I watch him come inside of me. Wow, he's really riding those sensual waves, loving each one that powerfully keeps coming for him. Then I watch his taut face gradually relax and his tensing body slowly return back to its pre-orgasm state. Then, his head suddenly drops with heavy satisfaction as a breath of the same satisfaction is sedately blown from out of his mouth. That's when Mitch stares down at me. He's quietly observing me. Quietly absorbing me with his crystal blue eyes. Mitch's expression holds such love, yet those eyes are now also holding onto something much more—a something that causes a dull contemplation to sit upon the round lens of his intense spheres. With one long blink from him, the contemplation is soon erased by his eyelids and Mitch is needing to expel a breath in a slow and steady hiss. "Come back with me to LA?" Is so hurriedly whispered from out of his mouth.

"What?" I need a moment, just to reorient myself. I need an important moment to process what I think Mitch just asked me.

Still inside and above of me, Mitch doesn't hesitate to respond. "You. Me. This. Please don't ask me to leave it behind?" His voice is luxuriously low, luxuriously more controlled.

His question is still hammering at me, while his reasoning is bludgeoning every one of my scampering thoughts. "What are you asking me, Mitch?" I need more from him. I need clarification of what he really wants. I think I know what he wants, I just need to hear it from him that he really does know what he thinks he wants.

His face is full of strength, glowing with a steadfast confidence and determination. "I'm asking you to be with me? I'm asking you to branch out your business and bring it to LA?"

I'm beginning to feel like I can't breathe with Mitch still on top of me, and I certainly can't think clearly with him still so flaccidly inside of me, so with a nervous smile, I wiggle out from beneath his body. I'm so stunned by his suggestions, that not even my words want to cooperate with my mouth. "I...I don't...I don't understand...I don't understand what you mean?" Yup, my words are embarrassingly now tripping off my stupid tongue.

Laying himself comfortably beside the length of my body, Mitch is still emanating that confidence and that determination. "There's nothing confusing about it, Rebecca...I want you to be with me." He begins caressing my arm with the soft pads of his fingers, wearing a smile that's intent on not going anywhere. "In LA, there are many computers needing Rebecca Adams' help." His touch gets lighter, featherlight lighter. "I want more from us, Rebecca. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I'll make sure you have it all."

Turning on my side, I feel like I might just be able to now string a normal sentence together. I'm facing him. Eye to eye with him. Ready to explain why my thoughts are now running around in my mind like lost and confused little ants. "But my life is here, Mitch? My family. My friends. My business...it's all here?" I'm staring at him, wordlessly so, because I'm afraid that if I go on, I might make him think that I don't want him. So my words just stop. They become unheard, within the loud silence that's now filling the space between us.

With the same intense quietness, Mitch stares back at me. He stares, until his mouth curls slightly at their corners to create a beautifully small smile, and then that beautiful small smile blooms into a beautifully big smile. "And you are now my life, Rebecca. Every dream you've ever had. Every goal you'll ever want. Every happiness you'll ever need...I want to be the one who gives them all to you."

It is always so easy to get lost in the way that Mitch looks at me. I'm now finding it even easier to get lost in all that he says. He loves me. I know that. I see it. I feel it. With him, all feels just as it should be. With him, my world feels right. In some weird and wonderful way, he has become like an unknown song that my heart somehow already knows the lyrics to. Which is why I feel so torn up inside. The less than sensible parts of me, wants to excitedly start packing and are squealing in my head 'LA, baby...here I come!' But the very sensible parts of me, are holding me down by the shoulders and saying 'you're a smart woman, start thinking like that smart woman!'.

It's so damn hard being smart, when my heart is in love with Mitch Heston. It's equally just as hard, knowing that his heart is just as in love with me. Me? Rebecca Adams. Lifelong tall and brunette geek, who is actually very content in that tall and geeky skin of hers. I mean, I know I'll never be like a Love Island contestant or anything—all teeth, tits and tush. After all, I am me. And that me, just so happens to be loved by Mitch. I know he adores me. As I said before, I know it, I see it and I feel it. Which is why I have to answer him. I have to find the words that are lost somewhere in the loving silence that now surrounds us. "It's a lot to think about, Mitch...I need some time?" I quietly say, knowing that we don't have a lot of time. In the new year, Mitch will be returning to LA. And yet, some time to think is still something that I really do need.

His blue eyes sweep over my face with the warmest of approval. "I don't expect an answer now and I know we have a lot to talk about, but I had to tell you how I feel. I am in love with you, Rebecca. The more I am with you, the harder it is to think about being apart from you." Putting his hand under my chin, he brings himself so affectionately nearer to my face. "All I ask is that you'll at least give it some serious thought, okay?"

There is so much that I want to say and ask, but before I do, I need to process a lot of things first. I need to process those things, before knowing how to proceed with them. For now, I'm just going to accept the fact that I love Mitch. I'm going to accept that my love for him needs no reason, it only needs to be known. Which it is. It completely is known. I know that it's known, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to think about at all. If my heart didn't belong to him, I would have just said no to LA. But my heart knows what it wants. It knows whose hands it is in. So, I will take that time Mitch is giving me. I will consider what he is asking of me. I will think about saying yes. However, that time isn't now. All I can now respectfully say to him is all that I honestly have at this moment in time. "Okay."