Finally Ch 01 5

"Stop playing with me."

His eyes held mine as he rounded on me, until we were face to face. My playful touches on his hip made me giggle but his face was serious. A moment of sadness came over his features as he looked down at my lips, and I realised he was talking about what was really happening between us.

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I knew we were getting close to crossing the line, but I thought we were okay. My chest swelled with emotion and my cheeks flushed when I felt his right hand slowly find my waist. His strong fingers wrapping around me, gently pulling me toward him.

Our eyes met again, our faces closer now.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Nothing," I said, knowing full well I was lying.

I didn't think this would be happening. We'd become close in recent months, laughing and unlocking parts of each other with late night conversations over too many drinks. I had felt the feelings for him clawing at me, but I tried to ignore them because this friendship had helped me so much and was so genuine.

"Nothing," I said again, solely to reassure myself.

I wanted to kiss him.

The way he was holding me now felt right.

I looked at his lips and bit mine. He got the message. I placed my hands around his neck, crossing my forearms to force him closer.

His lips met mine and we kissed deeply. It wasn't a fireworks, buy the ring and put it on the front page news now kind of kiss. It was an intimate, strong kiss that cemented our desire for one another. We had crossed the line. In my mind I knew there was no going back after this kiss. It changed our worlds, killed our friendship and started god knows what.

The kiss continued and I felt him smile, which made me giggle again.

I was feeling everything, I didn't know which way was up.

I kept laughing as I broke our kiss and looked up to him. He lit up as he laughed too. I think the moment was overwhelming us both.

"Water?" I suggested with a cheeky smile.

He nodded and began to lead the way back to the bar, his arm trailing behind as he held my hand.

He poured me a glass at the counter and I turned to survey the club while I drank it. Our other friends had gone home and the place was starting to clear out a bit.

"Can I take you home?" he asked. I turned to face him and nodded, "Yes."

I could see in his eyes that he was feeling what I was, that while this was the start of something deeper between us, it was the end of our friendship. A little sorrow crossed my chest as I realised this but it was quickly overshadowed by excitement as we exited the club and hopped in a cab to my house.

Our friendly conversations in recent weeks had covered our sex lives and after a couple more drinks, what kind of sex we liked. As we rode in the cab I thought back to those chats and my excitement grew.

His hand was in mine now and I could only half manage to direct the driver to my place, wishing he would get there quickly.

"Busy night, mate?" he asked the driver, his eyes facing forward.

"Yeah not too bad yet, it'll get busy around 12, 1am. I'll head back to the city after this." the driver responded, clearly enjoying a bit of chat.

He and the driver kept talking and I wound down the window to get some fresh air. Looking out I could see the city lights flash by, everyone going about their own lives. Some in love, some lonely, all their stories intertwined in my mind.

The chatter in the cab continued but I felt his hand slowly touch my knee, making me close my eyes and smile with the wind blowing in my face. His hand moved up and down my inner thigh, stroking gently. The roughness of his palm brought to mind what the rest of his body would feel like.

Strong?

Soft?

I opened my eyes, looked back at him, and smiled.

It didn't matter.

It was him.

By the time my daydreaming had ended we were turning onto my street.

"Just up here on the left, wherever's easy for you to pull over," I say. As the driver pulls over I get my card out and pay.

"Oh, let me pay," he says.

"No, I'm paying. It's my house anyway, and you can get the next one." I say with a wink.

We get out and make our way to my door. A small terrace house in this 'trendy' inner-city suburb. Another word real estate agents use to avoid 'run-down', 'falling apart', or 'the landlord won't fix anything'.

I find my keys and let us in. Up the staircase, round the corner, into the loungeroom. He'd been here before many times. Drinks with friends, popcorn and movie nights, and my birthday recently. But he hadn't been here after a kiss before. Tonight was different.

I put my bag next to the couch and go to the kitchen to grab us a couple glasses of water.

I bring them back to where he's standing and place one of the glasses in his hand.

"Ah yes, hydration is key," he says.

I roll my eyes and laugh at his feeble attempt to make conversation.

"Shut up you idiot," I say with a smile.

I take his glass and mine and walk them back to the kitchen. I pause for a moment as I put them in the sink. I hear him shuffling around the lounge room, I hear the road traffic outside but most of all I just feel my heart racing.

I walk back out, take him by the hand and walk him to my bedroom.

With the lights low I began to take off my dress. Looking at me he got the hint and began to take his shirt off, then his shoes, socks and jeans.

My dress hit the floor. I think we were both scared as we stood there, inches from each other, breathing heavy with anticipation.

He took the lead and placed a hand on me, pulling me gently closer to him for a kiss. It was better than the one not even half an hour ago. I placed my hand on his neck as I leant in for more. I wanted to kiss him deeper.

I wanted him to be hard.

I wanted him between my legs.

I wanted him inside me.

I moaned in his mouth. Our bodies pressed were together now, kissing quickly as the room heated up. My body felt flushed and I had to pause our kiss as he pressed his hardness into me.

I faltered, I needed him.

I thought back to every time we had accidentally touched hands. Every time we had shared a glance that was on the borderline of friendship.

Without hesitating he lifted me up and pulled me into him as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us a few steps to my bed and put me down, his mouth on mine.

Then suddenly it wasn't.

It was roaming down my body, kissing everywhere he knew I loved to be kissed. My cheek, my neck, slowly across to my shoulder.

He didn't stop though as I whimpered in pleasure.

He kept moving down, taking off my bra and giving my chest the attention it deserved. He was moving in perfect unison. I arched my back in pleasure, my body begging him to move lower.

He knew what I wanted. He kept moving down. He pulled off my panties, placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushed them gently back up toward my chest.

I closed my eyes in anticipation, preparing to feel him between my legs

Then the rush.

The first touch sent a bolt of lightning through my body. He could see how wet I was already and he didn't hesitate. He began licking, gently at first, but then started to pick up the pace as I begged him to go faster. As he hit the right speed I grabbed his hair, let my legs relax and slowly bucked my hips with a loud moan. He didn't speed up but one of his fingers found its way inside me, hitting a rhythm to match his tongue.

My thoughts swirled. I didn't go out tonight thinking this is where I'd end up. My pleasure was building, and so was my orgasm. As his mouth and fingers played with me, his spare hand reached up to my chest, and it was too much. I knew I was getting closer, he did too. He held the rhythm, he was making me weak. My panting sped up and so did my moans. My legs started to shake and my arousal flowed down into the bed.

It was too much. The drinks, the dancing, the kiss, our desire, his hands, his tongue. I came. It crashed over me and I clenched on his fingers, my muscle rippling with my orgasm. My legs shaking even more and I screamed out in ecstasy. He kept going as I shuddered, making the waves of pleasure roll through me over and over again. I was lost. But I needed him.

As my orgasm subsided I sat up and found him smiling.

Now it was my turn. I made him stand up and pushed him against the wall. Standing there with a vacant look on his face I knelt down and took his pants off, throwing them to the side.

His length.

It wasn't the biggest I'd had, but it was large, and good looking. I paused a moment, my breath catching in my throat at the anticipation of having him in my mouth.

He was so hard. I glanced up at him, his eyes begging me silently.

I gently kissed the tip and then let out a moan as I wrapped my lips around his head, my tongue teasing as I kissed. As I took more I could feel myself getting more turned on. My eyes were closed in pleasure and my right hand found his shaft as I began moving my head back and forth.

I was taking more and more of him with each movement until he was filling me completely. I heard him groan and felt him place his hands gently on the back of my head as I continued. He gently gathered up my hair and held it tightly in his fist as he moved in concert with me.

"I love the way you're doing that, you're doing it so well," he muttered. I felt him looking down, his eyes searching for mine. I looked up and met them with my own eyes. But I didn't stop moving. My head doesn't stop moving on him, and he shakes as I stare back at him. I gently place my hand on his balls and play with them with my fingers, dragging them back and forth.

He shudders again. I can hear him breathing heavily. I know he's holding on as I speed up, my hand returning to his shaft, working away in unison with my mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," he moans. I moan back onto his cock. It feels so good in my mouth but I can't wait to have him inside of me, where I know he belongs.

He swears under his breath as he finishes. His body shook and I felt him flexing inside me. I pause as I take his load before continuing gently, making sure I got every last drop.

Satisfied, I slowly pull myself off him before giving his cock one last kiss.

"You're allowed a short break but then you're taking me to bed" I say. He nods his head and smiles, his breath still ragged.