"Are you sure?" he asked me tentatively.
I was sure, sure of nothing else right now, but of course I also wasn't.
He was a friend, a good one, but he was also with someone who I cared about, deeply. Someone who I'd known for a long time. She was beautiful, trusting and sensitive and I was terrified that by doing this so much might be destroyed.
Still my hesitancy did not reflect my lack of desire. I wanted him. I yearned to go past the quick peck on the cheek, the casual brush of his palm against my breast as we hugged goodnight or the few times he'd taken my hand as we walked together. I'd seen his hesitancy whilst offering but also the sense of joy when I'd accepted.
Those moments, that steadfastly remained undiscussed, had cemented unspoken feelings. We'd both watched as our partners walked in front of us arm in arm or said their goodbyes at the end of the night. We felt the embers of desire that burned within but somehow we'd held back. But now the lockdown was finally over and we were together and he was here in my kitchen.
I jumped down from the counter top and closed the space between us.
"Yes," I whispered softly as our lips met for the first time.
And in that moment I knew. A warmth spread throughout me. His soft and gentle kisses thrilled me. He wrapped his arms behind me and pulled my body against his. His hands firmly in the small of my arched back as I lifted my face to meet his. His mouth began to move with more intensity and I parted my lips to allow his probing tongue entry. It was skilful and thorough and the excitement of what we were doing was becoming more evident as I felt the bulge in his jeans pushing against me.
One hand slid up my back and became entwined in my hair and his urgent lips pressed harder against mine. His other hand briefly held my elbow before he cupped it gently around my face, his fingertips slowly circling behind my ear in that sweet spot that always sends shivers down my body. I nestled my cheek into his warm hand and looked into his gentle eyes and studied his face.
"What are you thinking about?" I murmured.
"Oh, just how long I've wanted to do this!" he said softly. "And how damn beautiful you look right now!" he added with a smile.
"You look nervous!" I replied whilst taking his hand in mine.
"Well I don't want to mess this up. It's something I've thought about for so long. And, I suppose I still wonder if this is really going to happen!" he added quietly.
My heart fluttered at his sensitivity; at his concern for me. That despite the urgency growing between us, he was still checking with me.
"I'm definitely okay with this!" I whispered quietly as our kisses began once again.
Outside in the garden we could hear our partners laughing together as they shared in some joke or other. Music played softly and the blazing fire crackled away in the pit. There was a brief silence then another cork popped, glasses clinked and the laughter and chatter resumed.
He took my hand and asked "Are you ready?"
Pulling his arm with me, I swiftly led him through into the other room before my nerves got the better of me. The embers in the hearth welcomed us as I turned to face him.
"Kiss me!" I demanded.
He looked nervously towards the door.
"Don't worry, they're busy enough outside so we won't be disturbed!" I said, sounding a lot more confident than I actually felt.
He took me in his arms and directed me towards the large leather sofa that lay directly in front of the fire. Pushing me carefully backwards he lay me down. I could see the desire in his eyes.
He knelt at the end of the sofa and lowered himself until his elbows were supporting his body either side of me. I looked up at him and opened my lips slightly. My warm breaths were barely audible as I waited for his next move. I held his gaze as my heart raced. The tip of my tongue ran across my lips as I lay there in silence.
He held my gaze for a moment longer and then he kissed me. I gasped, then pulled him closer to me and eagerly kissed him back. His lips were smooth and firm like the feeling of his chest above me. I felt his mouth open and I slid my tongue inside. Probing and dancing with his. Our tips swirling and pushing against each others. I shuddered as his urgency grew.
He moved his lips away and I felt empty. I pushed my face back up to regain contact but he resisted. He smiled at me then lowered his lips to my neck. His kisses were soft and gentle again. His tongue exploring my sweet spot. I trembled. His mouth felt right. So attentive.
"Mmm" I murmured as his hands began to travel down my body smoothing the faded fabric of my t-shirt against my breasts. His fingertips stroked my sides and danced across my stomach. I looked into his eyes and nodded as they reached my waist and watched as he slipped them beneath my hem.
His fingers began to travel back up my body until he found the bottom of my breasts. He smiled when he realised I wasn't wearing a bra and cupped my warm mounds in his hands. I lifted my body up a little so I could feel more pressure. His palms pushed back and he kissed me again.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Yes!" I breathed back before shuddering as his fingertips found my nipples. He teased them to full attention and began to softly squeeze. I moaned my approval and my body shivered again despite the heat being generated between us.
"No, don't stop!" I murmered as he let go.
He just smiled down at me and then began to pull my top up my body. My long dark hair spilled out behind me as he pulled it swiftly over my head and pushed me back onto the smooth leather beneath. He lowered his mouth to my stomach and slowly began to explore my skin. I trembled as his soft butterfly kisses brought me out in a carpet of tingling goosebumps. His journey was slow and deliberate as he concentrated on exploring my exposed body. When he reached the edge of my breasts he stopped and lifted his face away and gazed down at me.
I felt my face blush a little as he stared hungrily at my body. I lay there topless in my jeans watching his eyes devour me. My nipples hardened as he absorbed every curve and swelling, each freckle and line on my body.
"What are you doing?" I whispered as he continued to gaze at my naked breasts beneath him. "Is something wrong?"
"Jesus, no!" he replied. "I'm savouring this so I can remember exactly how you looked the first time I saw you!" he added gently.
I pulled him closer and his mouth sought out mine. Pure emotion raced through my body. I wanted him. Needed him. I yearned his touch, ached to have him.
When he dropped his mouth to my breast I groaned. My panties were sticking to my smooth mound. I ground my hips against his, feeling the bulge inbetween us pushing the hard ridge of my jeans against my pussy. He sucked my hard little nipple deeper into his mouth and flicked across the tip with his tongue. I moaned louder feeling the burning need to be touched further below increase. I wriggled harder and he smiled and laughed.
"Just a little longer" he teased.
I sighed softly, enjoying the feel of his mouth on my body and resigned myself to having to wait before his attention would divert to my soaking pussy.
I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and toyed with his nipples. They hardened to my touch and I began to twist and pull them. He moaned a little at this sudden attention and I enjoyed this feeling of desire that I was creating in him.
"Take your top off!" I said.
