I can't stop. I cannot unsee his body in my mind's eye. I can't forget how he smells, especially after a deep kiss when the air around him gets musky. The fever his lips cause on my skin and the electricity of each lick and nibble are stuck on my body, like the tattoos I continue to add to.
His hand holds both of mine above my head, while the other traces outlines of my body; collarbone to fingertips on the inside of my arm. Hips to belly button and back. Shoulders to the nape of my neck by way of my ear lobes, then fingers dive into my hair, pulling my head back while his teeth graze at my throat. I erupt into goosebumps and lightning, each alternating up and down my spine. My staccato breaths become purrs as I push my body into the mold of his.
"Can we?" he mutters against the skin between my ear and shoulder, tracing small paths with his tongue that pulsate under my skin. "I mean, do you want to? I've thought about this but don't want you to..."
I push my mouth to his firmly, feeling my back arch, unconsciously wanting to get even closer to him, but not able to; the separation of molecules between us seems too uncomfortable. He kisses back and releases my arms from above my head. I thread my fingers through his hair above his neck and part my lips, where his tongue moves to meet mine.
Chills race down my spine while my core tightens and warms with each new placement of his hands or mouth on me. When his mouth returns to my neck, I feel the inexplicable giggle rise from my chest. Beyond mortification, I cover my mouth and flush red. What the hell is wrong with me? He probably thinks I'm beyond a freak, or worse, a tease when I very much want this to continue.
He pulls away and squares up to me, studying my face, trying to decipher the misplaced simpers as I try to compose myself. While not a plethora of experiences with other guys, I've never laughed during any of my experiences. Usually my mind is so focused on how things feel and what I want to do next that laughter is never an option; I'm on a mission to get laid, or at the very least get off. His eyes register slight confusion, but not enough to be completely put off.
"Are you okay, I mean is this weird, or bad?" he asks with concern.
I take a deep breath and look directly into his eyes, beyond the thick fringe of eyelashes. My grip on his shoulders, where I'd been hanging on for dear life, loosened to firm. I relaxed just enough to smile and shake my head. "I guess I just never saw this coming. Wanted it but thought it, you were out of reach. Please, I don't want to stop."
His eyes softened. The air between us went from frenzied and desperate, to warm and determined in an instant. His eyes sparkled in the dark and he grinned just enough to reveal the dimple on his right cheek. Oh shit.
"Just so we're clear then, you won't mind if I do this?" He lifted the hair that had settled on my shoulders and started a slow wet trail of kisses from my jaw line to my shoulder, pulling down the strap of my tank top and bra for more access. As he kissed, he occasionally sucked in air over his last kiss and sent chills to my fingertips and toes.
"Yeah, no that's good. Mhmmm," I sighed into the air above us. The room had started to spin and the earth stopped on its axis. The trail continued down my bicep and into the inside of my elbow where nibbling made my bite my lower lip. He bent down and moved further down to my wrist where he opened my fist and kissed my palm. I felt myself take a half-step back to brace against the wall. He crouched and followed my direction, placing himself waist-high staring at my belly button.
I held my breath as lifted the hem of my shirt revealing my hips on either side. He held the outside curves while his mouth hovered above my skin, making sure to steady against the squirm I struggled with. His soft lips moved from one side of my lower belly to the other, in no hurry to reach any destination in particular. My core started to reach meltdown levels while my hips rocked into each kiss. The kisses went from chaste, brushes against my skin to wetter with an occasional suck, threatening wicked love bites. When his tongue began to dip into the waist of my panties, I reached a combustion level that threatened to melt me from the inside out and I moaned.
He stood up and met my eyes. I was familiar with looks of lust, but on his face it took me by surprise. Our breathing matched in its ragged cadence. The desperation returned and our mouths reached a new intensity as he grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my mouth into his. I snaked my hands between us and pushed his shoulders back hard. As I pivoted and moved into the bedroom, I looked over my shoulder I watched understanding replace confusion.
"I mean, unless this offends your chivalrous sensibilities." I locked a heated gaze with him and smiled as I turned around and moved further away. His long legs covered the distance between us in an instant; his body pressed against my back and mouth found my neck before I could be astonished by my boldness.
I pulled my hair up, as if to pull it up on top of my head. In a single movement, his hands dropped to my tank top hem and again started to lift, but he didn't stop at my hips this time. The cotton skimmed up past my ribcage and over my head where I grabbed it from his hand while my hair fell back to my shoulders. He moved his hands to just below my belly button where they smoothed down to the button and zipper of my jeans; I leaned back onto his chest, holding the back of his head while he looked over my shoulder, down my body to his hands. Lips found my earlobe as he made two quick tugs; the jeans yielded and were sliding to my ankles in a breath.
I turned around in his arms and made quick work of his shirt. When I traced my fingers along his waistband he sucked in hard and moved my fingers to his lips. "Not yet," he murmured and pushed me onto the bed.
