I was expecting him to arrive by now, but he still hadn't shown up. With a sinking feeling I texted to ask if he was still coming. He responded a little later saying he'd fallen asleep. I felt such crushing disappointment preparing myself for the worst when I responded to ask if he was still coming.
He didn't respond for minutes that felt endless. I was crushed thinking maybe he changed his mind and wouldn't come. I felt this inexplicable sadness settling on me. Then he messaged back "why don't you come open the door."
My heart literally jumped as I went to the door, and there he was. I opened the door and he stepped inside, all six feet of gorgeous man standing right there in front of me. He asked if I wanted a hug. I nodded and stepped into his arms.
That hug... it lasted so much longer than a hug should. It felt inexplicably safe, like I'd just found what home feels like. After what seemed like minutes we finally stepped back, he looked down at me with a slight smirk on his face. "Good?" He asked.
I nodded and said "Mmmhmm."
"Do you want a kiss?" He asked.
I nodded again.
He bent down and brushed his lips across mine in such a soft gentle way, before gently teasing across my lower lip with his tongue. Then it was over, gentle still but insistent and needy, this kiss deepened just a bit and my brain stopped functioning. Time literally stopped around me and all I could sense was his hands, his lips, his tongue, the way he smelled, the feel of his body pressed against mine. The moment his lips left mine, I knew I was permanently lost.
We broke apart reluctantly and he looked around my place, we ended up settling on the couch, where I snuggled against him so easily. His hands roamed my skin in gentle stroking motions, trying to avoid actual sexual contact. The reaction of his fingers on my skin was indescribable, my body was shaking under his touch, quivering unconsciously wanting so much more.
"I don't want to be, but I should be good" he said.
I wanted nothing more than more of him, but I also wanted to respect his boundaries. So I told him it was okay, we could keep our clothes on. He kept petting me gently, letting his fingers gently skim along my arm.