You're finally going to see just how desperate and submissive I am for you.

I tell you as many times as I can how fucking gorgeous you look. This is different. You are different. Before today, I've never witnessed anyone wear something like this. Your pale blue dress and your dark black converses felt like an odd combination when you started to get dressed, but as you walked by me, swaying your hips and turning around to tell me you were ready to go, I began to fall in love with the outfit as I've fallen in love with you.

You are far different than anything I've ever had. Anything I have ever wanted. My past doesn't exist when I'm around you and my fears and tribulations don't, either.

As you stand between the two tall shelves inside of the bookstore you had no clue about before I told you, I watch how your brown irises glimmer with adornment. I was a bit nervous to show you what I've worked so hard on, so I hoped that you would love this place. Your brown irises seem to grow thinner as your pupils dilate to become bigger. Your eyes doe like and filled with love. Because that's what you are, Celeste. Love.

I never knew seeing you surrounded by a thousand books would make you look so radiant. The fixed frown set on your face the day before has completely vanished. Those beautiful pouting lips aren't poked out anymore and begging to be kissed when you don't want to be. Instead, your plump lips begin to form into a thin line as the whites of your not so perfect teeth show, letting me know that you are as happy as always. You don't even know what you're doing to me, what you've been doing to me for the past few months. I never believed in love. I have been hurt many times before and after growing up in a household where one person clearly loved the other with all their heart and the other one didn't give a shit, it was hard for me to even try. I mean, who wouldn't love their partner with everything in them? Especially when you've built a life around them, bared a child, been together for years. I am still so fucking confused and trying to understand why there wasn't a happy ending for her, but for me and you, I don't worry at all.

You called me Darling. It was the first time a woman has ever called me darling. But I guess you can say today is a few firsts for the both of us. You called me darling, and I completely stopped worrying.

I overthink as much as you do, baby, but I try not to show it. I dropped my cup of ice cream and it spilled all over the fresh floors, spilling its milk and cookies all over and getting a bit on my shoes. You were there to witness this. I almost grew frustrated, feeling as if this ice cream dropping was going to keep me away from enjoying another moment with you like the one in the car, and you could tell. You could always tell when there was something wrong with me. You felt my energy. You lifted your hand to my face and ran the soft pad of your thumb across the stubble. "Don't worry, Darling. I carry wipes in my tote. Second advantage to having such a large bag". You told me not to worry. My burning energy seemed to release itself, and I calmed completely. I watched as you pulled that bag open and pulled out a tiny, enclosed bag. You pulled a few wipes from it and handed them to me to clean up my mess. Even now I'm still smiling. I should have asked you what the first advantage to having such a large tote was, but I didn't, because I didn't worry.

I'd opened a window to let a bit of the sun shine in earlier today. And as you stand by it now, your brown skin illuminated with the evening sky, the wind begins to take over you. It makes those thick, black curls sway about as perfect as you sway those hips when you walk. You look like an Angel.

I appreciate everything about you, maybe I should tell you that more. I appreciate your stubbornness. I appreciate your shyness. I appreciate your cooking. I appreciate the way you feel as though you have to explain every little thing. I appreciate the way you allow me to be what I've found to be, my true self. I appreciate the way you can feel my energy. I appreciate your sensitivness. I appreciate the way you allow me to talk as much as I can about my mother. I appreciate the way you've made me fall in love with you. You're a beautiful soul. I want my soul to intertwine yours forever.

You've moved from the window now and back to the space between the shelves. I smile right now, remembering the way I pulled that ribbon out of your head after your shower. That ribbon is now wrapped around my ankle.

I have three things in my possession from you, now.

As you go closer to the shelf to your right, you lift your hand and let your fingers run along the groves of the books. You're touching a love story right now. It's amazing. There are no labels on the shelves yet you're in the correct section. Your lips are slightly parted as your eyes focus on what you're doing. Your right eyebrow arches up a bit. You look so sweet and innocent, as if you could never raise your voice or be combative. Your beautiful body teases mine with the way the wind makes your dress rise a bit to show off your beautiful legs. And you don't seem to mind a bit. I think you know that I'm secretly looking at you. But your eyes weren't on mine, you were just feeling me. Your eyes were fixated on those books, studying the way the books looked so neat. It is the same way you look at something you love, and now is where I find that you adore books as much as I do. And then it's hard for me to focus again. Your dress rises once more, teasing my eyes with the white of your underwear. You naughty girl, you're glancing over at me and smiling shyly.

I am fascinated by you. Your dress holds soft blue flowers as a pattern on top. It looks so pretty. One would think you'd wear a pair of sandals or something, but you're wearing your black converses. I don't think anyone else could pull this look off.

I want to kiss you so badly right now.

I want to mold my body into one with yours. I want to be inside of your skin. I know it may sound fucking crazy, but I love you so much that I want to be you. I want to be a Celeste.

Maybe then, I'd see that it is so easy to be loved. No one other than my mother has loved me as much as you do. Or at least, I never felt it. Your touch is so soothing. Everything about you is just so correct. I love it best when you pull me close and crane your neck to see me. I love leaning my head down to meet your lips with mine. I love pushing my tongue inside of your mouth and feeling your warmth. I love putting my face into your neck and inhaling as you're sleeping. I love laying my entire body over yours to get you to calm down. I love forcing you to just talk to me, and although you may feel highly vulnerable, it helps the both of us. It shows you that you shouldn't fear with me. It shows me that you feel the same way I do most times.

You look so beautiful all the time. You look beautiful when you cry, when you smile, when you pout, when you yell, you just are so beautiful all the time. Even your arms are beautiful. Your forehead. Everything.

I think about how beautiful you look when you're moaning because of the way I make you feel. Your mouth is O shaped and your sounds are so beautiful. I think about how pretty your breast look all the time. Your body is art. Your existence is art—

"You're so quiet over here. What are you writing about?". The woman in the pale blue dress walks from between the shelves and carries her way over to me, letting her hips and dress sway with the wind seeping inside.

I pull my eyes away from the book I'm writing in and close it with one hand, holding the pen in the other. Her lips pull into a soft smile, showing no teeth, but looking as beautiful as she does all the time. Without a doubt of wanting her in my arms, I throw the book aside, hoping that she won't go for it, and hold an arm out for her to join me. She takes me by surprise when she places her feet on the outside of both of my legs, and walks up until she's hovering over me, the soft fabric of her dress hitting me against the face.

I inhale her soft scent, loving everything about her. She bends her knees and crouches down to sit so she's straddling my lap. Her face is just a bit above mine as I sit with my legs straight out on the wooden floor of my very own bookstore. I don't think I've mentioned how beautiful she looks.

I place my thumb at the top of the pen and click it twice. "Just something I need to remember for later. What were you doing over there?" I answer her, quickly changing the subject as I don't want to stay on this. I use my other hand, lifting it to touch her hair. I thread the thick strings through my fingers and push a bit behind her ear, soon wrapping my fingers around the side of her neck.

She pulls her fingers in front of her like she always does and fiddles with them for a few second. Her head tilts downward as she looks at them, her smile as shy as she is. "I was just seeing what you had. You're quite the romantic" she whispers.

I skim the cleavage of her dress, watching as her chest rises and falls. "Before us, I read romance novels and never believed in love" I admit, pulling my eyes to see her lingering shyness.

She swallows and lifts her brown eyes to place against mine. "And now?" Her breath fans.

I shake my head as a genuine smile creeps on my lips. "And now I believe in it so much that I've allowed it to become my reality. I love being in love".

Her breathing stills for a quick moment, it hiccuping at first. I can see the special glare her eyes hold. She looks every bit of confused and excited, but her eyes seem to hold doubt in my words. I hate that she ever feels that way. Even if she trusts me she will think of her past.

"In love?" She asks me, her voice low.

I stare at her for a few moments, wanting those words to sink into her mind. In love. I mean it. I fell for her faster than I'd like to admit, and it makes me this selfless person. This submissive person. This desperate person. Only for her.

And before I know it I am nodding my head to confirm my words from before. "Yes, Celeste. I love you, and I am in love with you. I mean it. May the worst thing possible happen to me if I am creating a facade" I plead.

She looks away from my eyes again and let's out a sob of a giggle, shaking her head and making me unsure of what her response will be. Her mouth sucks her bottom lip in and she begins to tug on it, trying to keep herself from smiling. I want her to smile. I want her to believe. She needs to know that my heart doesn't beat for myself anymore. It beats for her.

"You once asked me if I was afraid of anything. I told you no... The answer is that I'm afraid of losing you" I tell her.

She lifts her head away from her hands and let her eyes pierce into mine. Big and doe like, she stares at me. I smile. "That is how I know I'm in love with you. I'm not afraid to lose anyone. I am afraid to lose you". I close the space between us by lifting my hands and placing them on her face to pull her closer. Her hands wrap around my wrists as she looks at me, mirroring my emotions. My love for her always seems to bring out the best in me. I pull my head closer to hers and press my lips into the skin right at the corner of her lips.

As I pull away from her I look up to her for her reaction, and her eyes are closed, her lips wanting and seeming to be aching with need. Her eyes softly flutter open as they hang low, sweet weariness glimmering through those brown irises. She leans back into me and this time our lips connect together. She presses firmly with need, making it hard to fight against her. I proceed with softness, letting her push her tongue into my mouth, and take it without any complaints. I spread my lips wider, wanting her to have me at a full advantage. My hands ache to roam against her body, so I pull them so that I'm desperately grabbing at her dress. My hands bawl the fabric at her side, and tug downward. I don't want to take her right here but it is hard to have a sense of self control at this moment.

There's just a different side of me as we engage in soft and intimate moments. It's so sensual and so heavy, filled with a passion I've never felt for anyone before.

I open my hands and press them along the line of her stomach, making her stir her hips into mine. I do well with concealing the moan that wants to escape from my mouth. She fights back with a moan of her own, coming even closer to me and placing her elbows at my shoulders to stick her hands into my hair.

My dick swells at the barrier of my underwear and jeans. I exhale into the kiss, soon sucking her back in and swallowing her down. Her lips become more prominent on mine, urging me to find a release within myself. I hurry to pull my hands to her hips and edge her further away from the aching bulge in my pants. With a small sound, her lips release from mine and she looks more than puzzled.

I release another breath and throw my head back, letting it rest on the wall. "Just kissing you brings me there" I sigh. I close my eyes for a brief moment, rolling my tongue out to collect wetness as I try to gather my thoughts.

She is smiling when I open my eyes again, only a faint one. "I don't mean to get you so riled up... but I feel the same way as well. I really want to go home now... or you could take me over there on that couch".

I don't even glance at the couch she's referring to. "I never imagined our first time on a couch. I imagined it on my bed. I can really be sure that you're comfortable there. You deserve to have it be wonderful. This will be our first time" I murmur.

She grows shy. "I don't have any experiences with good sex so I don't have high expectations. You already please me so much, I'm sure I'll be more than satisfied".

Her words bring me to a small frown. I'm grateful she's with me and not with anyone else. Just because she doesn't know what she's getting herself into doesn't mean I should take advantage. I shake my head, lifting closer to her.

"I don't want our first time to be in a bookstore. Please. Let me take you home and we do this the way I imagined. We will be more comfortable inside the comfort of our homes rather than here" I gently implore.

Without a word she nods to me. "Okay" she whispers.

She pulls herself back and stands to turn herself around. I take note of the very apparent wet spot now on my jeans, knowing that it isn't from me. I stand to my feet and bend to take the book I was writing in, and join her by taking her by the hand. I sling her tote onto my shoulder and make sure to lock up as we leave.

As we walk to my car, I watch the way she keeps tilting her head towards the sky. She looks so pretty as she lets the light illuminate her skin. The wind grows more powerful as we leave and it sweeps her curls from her shoulders and waves. It looks so beautiful that I stall opening the car door for her just so that I am able to see it for one second more.

She climbs inside of the car. I close the door and walk around to get inside, feeling my palms sweat. I'm more than nervous. I get inside and start the car, daring to look over at her. Though, the thought of her hanging out of the window earlier makes me smile. She scared me shitless, but she looked so serene. I don't want her to do that while I'm driving though. If I could have locked her window, I would have.

I don't make the turn to her house. I'd rather go to my own. I imagined we had our first time there, so I actually prepared for when the day would come. Arriving inside of the driveway, she clicks her seatbelt before I can put the car in park. To say that she seems eager would be an understatement. I didn't make a face to judge her, because I was just as eager to be inside of her.

I grasp onto her hand as I help her exit from the car, and keep my hand there as I unlock the front door. Letting her inside, I look behind me for a brief moment before stepping inside for myself. I lock both locks, and throw my gaze over to the eager woman who's slipping up the stairs. Her little black converses tap against the floors. Following behind her, I go up the way she's just gone and find myself inside of my bedroom, my heart pounding. I wonder if she will notice.

I walk past her and release her tote onto the floor as she takes a seat onto the bed, pulling her feet up and untying her shoes. I reach into the depths of my pocket and pull out my cellphone along with my wallet and keys to put onto the nightstand.

"How many do you think we'll need?" She asks me.

I glance over to see her digging into her tote for the box of condoms she purchased earlier. My lips curl into a satisfied smile, knowing that she wants me as much as I want her. "One will do for now. We shouldn't overwork your body" I answer.

I pull back a few inches, turning around and taking my jacket from my arms. I toss it onto the black chair inside of my room and pull my shoes off of my feet. I turn around with caution, not wanting to scare her with the way I'm probably looking. My dick is aching through my jeans. It's mildly uncomfortable.

She gets her other shoe off just as I turn around to see her and she stands, walking herself towards me. Her head lifts as my height seems to grow on her. She sticks her tongue out and lets the wetness run along her lips, her head tilting. She reaches me and connects her hands to my sides, fisting my shirt.

"Show me that you've been wanting me as bad as I've been wanting you" she whispers.

Her eyes gaze into mine with pureness, her mouth falling silent after those words. I study the look on her face, searching for any sign of doubt. There is none. She seems so sure of what she wants.

"Show you?" I whisper back.

She nods her head as I lift my hands to her face, sandwiching her head so that I am able to fully capture her lips with mine. I lean my lips into hers, wanting so badly to share my brewing energy with her. My feelings for her are so powerful, so hot, and so passionate. I push my body into hers, and I can feel her arms go weak at my sides. I spread my lips far and push into her mouth, wanting to show her my submission when she has me desperate. She lets a faint moan escape from her lips, and she steps closer to me to make our bodies nearly merge. I slide a hand down from her face to the front of her dress, fighting past the fabric and letting a finger pull down on it. I graze the heat of her skin there, feeling her warmth.

Her skin had always felt so warm to me. I'm sure it is nothing compared to what she says she feels when I touch her, but she feels different than anyone I've ever touched. I pinch the fabric between my pointer and thumb, pulling downward to reveal the left breast on her chest. She wore no bra today. Her brown nipple reveals itself from the blue contrasting color and splays so perfectly for me. I rub my thumb along it, making her moan into my mouth once again.

I pull my head back a bit, glancing down at her exposed breast. She looks so beautiful. I bring my eyes back up to hers and see the pace in which her chests moves throw my peripheral view. I ache to wrap my lips around her skin, having her all naked underneath me and crying out my name.

"I want to take off your shirt" she tugs at the sides of my shirt. I bend myself lower, kneeling in front of her and rising my arms so that she has me at an advantage. She tugs the shirt off of my body and places her