A game of closeness

I meet her there, a low ceiling corridor, a glassy box, two long pannels of window panes running afar, allowing the rays of the spring sun to shine through and invigorate me while i'm waiting.
She comes from the thick swing door and her eyes instantly pined into mine, her lips already calling me, i could sense she was vivid and eager to tell me some stories and personal reflections about it.
I respect a lot, i adore that momentum when a person dives right away into a deep connection and shows me that stimulating openness.
Passionately she talks and she raises her hand periodically to tap my forearm and pull me into this.
I hear and i watch her attentively, that relation we have for so long and when each time we meet that longing to share and touch her is present, never fading, in that truthfullness of who we both are, and right now i feel that craving to taste her passion, to press her against me.
We drift close to the glass, stained with mould, little black hairy patches, the building is old, scratches and splashed insects are scattered all over, spider webs on the angles of the frames, in her back, as she drifts closer.
Something's moving.
Swift, i surprise her, draging her in my arms in a quick but smooth and careful move, saying but jokingly : "Beware behind you, i'm going to protect you!",
and i hold tight,
and my fingers spread in her back, rolling to her delicate waist, i dig my nose and smell the enticing freshness of her strictly-combed hair, i feel the small and soft bumps of her breasts against my chest and her breath in my neck, her body tells me she's surrendering and joining along in my game, "Protect me, don't leave me", she closes her eyes and lays her head on the cushy hollow of my neck, shoulder and bicep.
My longing to be close to her, in her words, in her presence, was so strong, and on that dirty window the accomplice of my trick, a frail mosquito is roaming frantically.
Life's a surprise, life's Great.