Passionate Kisses and a New Beginning

Tonight we made love, as did we last night and the night before. This does not count the times in-between. Something has changed and it is good.
We have made both verbal and nonverbal acknowledgements about the state of our relationship. It is currently do or die.
Alright so we can’t love this new baby we thought we were making- the baby we both won’t admit was some of the glue holding us together as of late. Three failed attempts. Perhaps now we are done with failing.
We sat today on the couch and kissed. The television was off and there were no sounds coming from anywhere. We faced each other and it was initially awkward – but that was good. Slowly we came into each other’s space in a way we hadn’t in a long time. It was methodical, like we were requesting each new inch we moved into, closing the gap between us. Then we kissed. It was a different kind of kiss than what has become normal. It was intentional and long, a full story rather than a quick remark. We kissed for a good 10 minutes. Our hands were on each other’s faces, through each other’s hair, and running up and down each other’s backs - neither of us touching anyplace that may turn the kiss into an introduction to more. It was its own independent moment just for us.
Every romantic moment with James is exciting.
He is 6’4’’ tall, very broad and intimidating in size. His aviation friends call him Clodhopper because he wears a size 15-16 shoe and he has a tendency to be a little clumsy just due to his sheer size. He fills a doorway with his body and a room with his very low alluring voice.
It was one of the first things I loved about James. When he called me for the first time his voice filled my insides with its deep richness before I had even made out what he had said. He is not a very loud man. In general he says little, but I suppose he doesnt have to say much when everyone can’t help but listen to him. At night he rehearses the events of his day quietly in my ear because he knows it’s how I like to fall asleep.
He has very dark hair and very dark eyes. My girlfriends joked one night that I found a man who had fallen somewhere between a younger Chris Noth (Big from Sex and the City) and a real life Eric from Disney’s The Little Mermaid.
He is shy. Not so much that people would peg him for it but enough so that people think he is not an overly loud person. He is modest and to most people enigmatic. He often when asked about his profession will say something simple like “Ah, I work for a company that transports Cargo”, or on occasion “I work in aviation”. He is embarrassed by colleagues who can’t wait to introduce the word ‘pilot’ to the conversation when talking to someone new. He is sweet, often insecure, sometimes overly sensitive, and quite sincere with his words. He is overly loyal to a fault and has had a history of being trampled for it.
All these things about him, add to the passionate kiss he has me locked in. They all whirl through my head like little treats that only make him lovelier to be kissing. He truly is a good kisser and for 10 minutes tonight I forget all the little problems we are struggling with. I remember all the wonderful butterfly inducing things, and feel lucky to be the one whose neck he is searching up, and lips he is looking for.