My body stills as I hear the door open. Turning on my heel, the air evaporates from the room when I see the look on your face. One eyebrow raised, you stand there, with your arms crossed, legs slightly apart.
I bite my lower lip with anxious tension. 'Fuck it' I think to myself. I walk across the room, stand on my toes, and lightly put my lips against yours. I kiss you slowly, trying to get a response from you. Your jaw loosens a bit, and I nip your lower lip. In an instant, you have me pushed against the wall, a hand on my throat. Startled, all I can do is look at you, fear, apprehension, and nervousness flashing across my face.
You reach your other hand behind my head and yank at the clip holding my hair. My hair spills around my face, and you brush it out of my eyes. You then slide your fingers across my cheek, over my shoulder and down my arm. Grabbing my wrist, you raise my hand to your mouth. Locking eyes with me, you force my fingers open, exposing the palm of my hand. As you pull my palm to your mouth, I gasp, knowing what is coming.
You hold my gaze as you lightly flick your tongue across my palm, and then kiss it. My eyes slide shut, and you put pressure against my neck, causing my eyes to snap back open.
As quickly as you had grabbed me, you release me, and take two steps back. Your eyes move down my body, and as they rove back up to my face you take another step back.
My hands are itching to touch you, and I flex my fingers, trying to make the tingling go away. You glance around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings, then grab both my wrists and pull me toward the bed. Putting your hands on my shoulders, you push my body down, forcing me to sit on the edge of the blue blanket covering the full size bed.
You slip your t-shirt from the waistband of your pants, and jerk it over your head. You slide off your shoes as you unzip your pants. You kick your pants and boxers off and drop them on top of your shoes. I stare at your chest, uncertain what I should do, my grip on the blanket next to my thighs tightening.
You nudge my legs open so you can stand against the bed, between my thighs. Leaning over me, you slide one hand around the back on my neck, into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. Tilting my head back, you latch your mouth onto mine, and begin harshly kissing me, as if you're trying to suck the life from my body.
When you thrust your tongue into my mouth, I stop fighting the intrusion, and open to you. My hands finally rise and tentatively touch your stomach. Moving my hands upward, they eventually grasp your shoulders and I pull you down toward me. You place one knee on the bed, against the crotch of my pants, and guide me back, moving me toward the middle of the bed.
