I hear the door open, and my heart skips a beat. I know it's you that just walked through the back door. As your footsteps draw closer and closer to my bedroom, my heartbeat speeds up, and as you walk through the door, my breath catches in my throat. It never ceases to amaze me how even after all this time, I still get butterflies around you. Today, though, it's worse than normal. Not only do I have butterflies, but I'm nervous as hell. I'm determined to push myself out of my comfort zone, which I have not done in a very, very long time.
As you walk through the door, my eyes meet yours, and, as nervous as I am, I can't help but smile. For just a second, the butterflies make me forget my nervousness. As our eyes meet, you smile, kicking my butterflies into high gear, and reminding me how badly I always seem to crave your touch. With that reminder though, the nervousness comes crashing back. I take a deep breath. It's not about me this time. It's about what you want...and what you've asked for. If I'm about pleasing you, then that's reason enough... Or at least, that's what I tell myself.
Refusing to let my inner turmoil show, I oh-so-slightly square my shoulders, and look up at you. "You should close the door behind you," I say as you fully enter the room. You raise your eyebrows, knowing it's usually up to you as to whether the door is closed or not, but you do as I suggest. You slide your shoes off, and climb onto the bed next to me. Before you even really get settled, I reach over, and pull you in for a kiss. As soon as our lips meet, I part my lips, reaching out with my tongue to trace your lips. Instantly, you open your mouth, and your tongue invades my mouth. As soon as it does, I meet your tongue with mine. I kiss you eagerly, pouring every ounce of how much I've missed you into my kiss.
You kiss me back with a hunger that matches mine. I lay down, pulling you with me. You reach up in an attempt to slide my lingerie out of your way, but before you can, I catch your hand. Intertwining my fingers with yours, I pull your hand back down to my side, and place it on my hip. I let go of your hand, and gently push your shoulder, silently urging you to lay back. For a second, you resist, not quite sure what I want. Pretty quickly though, you give into the pressure on your shoulder, and roll to lay on your back. Without breaking the contact of my lips of yours, our tongues still tangling with each other, I curl around you, pressing tightly against the length of your body. No sooner than you get comfortable on your back, do you reach around me, pulling me even tighter to you. I stiffen just slightly as you do this, causing my nipples to press into the side of your chest. The pressure of your arm almost pushes me on top of you. As I finally land on top of you, I relax and I melt into you.
Moving one leg to each side of your body, I put one hand on either side of your head. I straighten my arms slightly, pulling back from you by a fraction of an inch. Your lips follow mine as I pull back, causing me to smile. Usually, it's me following you, as you pull away. I pause, then pull back another fraction of an inch. Looking down at you, my smile changes just a bit, and you know I'm telling you just how bad I crave you. Then, lowering my head, I kiss you deeply one more time, and sit up.
I reach down to your waist, and grab the hem of your shirt. I slowly inch it up, urging you to sit up slightly, as I slide it up and over your head. Tossing it gently aside, I bend down to kiss you again. This time, it's just a quick peck on the lips. I quickly pull back a little, and drop my head further, placing my lips on your neck. I kiss the hollow at the base of your neck, followed by a light nip. The sharp intake of your breath tells me I've found a weak spot. I sit back, smiling down at you. "What?" you ask, looking up at me.
"Nothing," I reply, placing one hand on each of your shoulders, smiling down at you. As I bend down to nip at your neck once more, I run my hands down your arms, and intertwine my fingers with yours again. I slowly move your arms, pulling them upwards. Your arms land above your head, our fingers still intertwined. I push on your hands, straightening my arms, allowing me to sit up, while slightly leaning forward, leaving pressure on our intertwined hands. You attempt to move your arms to your sides, but I haven't let go. The pressure of my weight from leaning forward while I sit there keeps your arms pinned.
You look up at me, not quite sure what to think. You're in no way worried about what's happening, but it's not my normal behavior. You're curious. Curious as to what's gotten into me and, even more than that, curious as to what I have planned next. I laugh, knowing what's going through your mind, but refusing to satisfy your curiosity.