To take his time. To tell me stories from in between my thighs. To lay on top of me for what felt like - or what was - hours, and kiss me.
(Kiss me everywhere. Kiss me softly. Kiss me madly. Kiss me til I was mad. Kiss me until our lips hurt. And then kiss me some more. And then still more.)
I wanted a man to forget that he had anywhere else to be. To fall asleep wrapped around me. To wake up inside me.
To wonder idly where the sun had gone.