This is the story of my first time with a new lover. The person I wrote it for exists, yet we have never been together. This is how I believe it would have gone had it occurredβ¦.
The telephone was back in the cradle. You were on your way over, over to me. I just sat there, looking at the clock. The minutes were like days as I waited for you. When the knock came at the door, I almost couldnβt breathe. I forced my body to walk to the door and let you in. I opened the door and just stared at you β I couldnβt speak - my mouth was dry. βHiβ you smiled as you breezed by β βI brought a snack for later β Iβll put it in the fridge.β You walked to the kitchen, and I went and sat down on the couch.
I was sitting on the couch when you walked in. I watched as you slowly looked at me and smiled, walking towards me. You knelt down in front of me. I took your face in my hands, and gently kissed you. The touch of your lips, so soft, so full, was like an explosion in my brain. I felt every nerve cell fire with an electric jolt. I knew I wanted more, that I had to have more.
I pulled you up onto the couch, right onto me. The feel of you pressing against me was wonderful. Our lips met again, this time more urgent, more passionate than before. Your tongue met mine, and a "ballet" commenced. I could feel your nipples hardening against my chest, as my sex hardened against you. You were grinding against me, increasing my desire along with your own.
My hands had traveled to your chest, massaging your breasts. I wanted to feel them, taste them. Slowly, mouths entwined, I started to unbutton your shirt. Button by button, they came undone. I could feel the heat of your skin, and it drove me to even more. I slid my hands around your back, feeling for the spot that would open, only to hear your giggle. Eyes questioning, I looked into your eyes. Your face pulled back -- "It's a front clasp,β you whispered, with a smile on your face. You pushed up a little -- "see?" My face broke into a smile. I was eye level with your chest, and could see your nipples through the material. I brought my lips to one, teasing and nipping. Your head went back, your hands holding my head tight to you. I continued to tease you. Your hands left my head, and in a flash had undone the clasp, breaking the barrier that had separated my lips from you.
I looked in amazement at what was before me. I could see your eyes looking at me, searching for the reassurance that I liked what I saw. When the smile was across my face, I could feel you relax and pull me against you. My tongue traced the outline of your breast, never coming in contact with what you desired. You moaned with desire as I slid my tongue around, and gently my lips found your nipple, pulling in into my mouth. I marveled at the feel. My tongue explored you -- and I could feel your excitement increasing as I watched a flush come over your chest.
I felt like I was going to explode -- the hardness I felt in my sex was growing impatient. You sensed this. As I continued to suckle you, you sat onto my lap and pushed your hips against mine. Both of our passions increased as your rhythmically moved against me. Hands traveling, exploring the skin, breathing becoming more ragged.