It wasn't supposed to be like this. Over six months I had spent yearning for her, and now that she was within my grasp? I was failing miserably at finding a way to just be with her. The idea of having a normal date seemed kind of corny now, but I just didn't know how to come at her given all we had been through in just getting a chance to be together. She was my best friend's girl, and we had fallen for each other as she had fallen out of love with him. It wasn't planned that way, but watching him take her for granted day after day. God it had killed me.
Planted whispers. I knew what I was doing when I was doing it. Her best friend, someone I had known since kindergarten, I had let it slip one night during a party. Half a year later, he was gone and she was mine for the taking. So why was I having such a hard time taking her?
She glanced at me from the couch and gave me a half-smile that sent me both soaring from joy and crashing in fear. She had fixed her hair into some gorgeous wave in the back of her head, and her dress - I didn't think I would be so charged by something so soft. Filmy and flowery, it floated around her like it was calling me to worship those soft curves I had been dreaming of day and night for the better part of a year.
Ah, Jesus man, nut the fuck up.
I moved towards her trying to restrain myself from an actual full launch. I only made it halfway towards her when I was shocked by her launching herself towards me. She reached out to my face and pulled me into a crushing kiss. There had been only two kisses we had shared before - secretive, stolen from a relationship my angel girl had been trapped in. This kiss though...
Her lips, so soft, were pushing so hard into mine that something locked up somewhere between my stomach and chest. It was like a whole ball of yearning had become a solid mass that was moving south to pull my dick into the game. I was so hard already, and her hands trembled as she wrapped them back around my head and tangled them into my hair. If I wasn't careful, I was going to nut just from kissing her.
My heart hammered in my chest as I spread my hands on her waist. Was I tripping, or could I feel her heartbeat too? The rapid slamming had reached my ears and if I didn't take her somewhere other than where we were standing I wasn't sure if I would fall or force myself onto her out of sheer primal need. I had to find the brakes.
Leading her back with soft pressure, she took the message, lowering back and easing her mouth from mine. Her eyes had taken on a glow that spoke volumes that eased every fear I had about whether she felt the same. Her pulse ticked at her throat and I could hear her breathing in heavy, slow, gasps. Thick air. It was so thick between the heat, the smell of her arousal, and the strange spice that was her perfume, that I felt like I was swimming in it.
"Did you pick a dress with buttons on purpose?" I breathed as I started pulling away at each little pest keeping her skin from my eyes. She nodded with her bottom lip tucked in-between her teeth, shifting impatiently as I continued to wonder at the honey-colored space between the lace of her bra and the promise of panties.
Two more, one... Something low in my belly jerked as I realized there were no panties to be had. I was kneeling at her knees fumbling with the last button and trying to ignore the strained twitching at my zipper. My length was screaming for freedom, but we only had one shot at this first time - I needed to milk it for every aching moment. My poor girl, I wanted to edge her out to insanity. I was going to brand her soul with a sexual imprint so permanent she could never move to think of anything else but me when she looked into so much as one minute into the future.
"Show me baby," I whispered as I traced my fingers up her thigh, begging in a way that made me feel I would break if she said no. "Open up and show me you." Instead, she shifted her hips down and let her knees fall apart to reveal a closely-trimmed mound. My thumb led my hand up to the juncture of her thighs, sweeping lines along the swell of her hip as my other hand stretched out for the expanse on her abdomen. Soft, velvety skin that was starting to dew up. Fingers reaching out in worship began to drag on their paths, and the creature under them began to moan.
