Our Way

by T.L. Swan

She watches on as I put makeup remover onto a cotton pad, and she closes her eyes. She knows the routine; we’ve done this many times before. She can’t sleep until her makeup is taken off. She tosses and turns all night, and it’s easier to do it now rather than in an hour. I wipe the makeup off one eye, and then the other. Her dark lashes flutter as I wipe each of them, and I find myself smiling down as I watch her. Her cheekbones are high, and her big sultry lips are parted slightly. My heart constricts in my chest. “Nathe.” Her hands are on my thighs. “Yeah, baby,” I whisper. “I love you.” I smile softly. She loves me every time she’s drunk. “I know.” “Do you love me?” I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You know I do.” She rests her sleepy head on my chest. “Can we go to bed now?” she whispers. “I’m very tired.” “Nearly finished.” I wipe the rest of her makeup off and rinse it clean, and then I lead her into the bedroom. I turn down the blankets, and she flops back onto her back. I lift her legs so that she’s lying comfortably, and soon her lashes flutter as she fights sleep. My eyes roam down her body and a strange feeling washes over me. I’ve seen Eliza with no clothes on many times before but tonight she feels so… naked. Raw. My eyes roam down over her full breasts, then her stomach, her muscular thighs, before resting on her black G-string. I stare at her for a moment, and my imagination takes me to a new place. What would it be like to be inside her? I get a vision ...