I finally forced myself out of the car and took belabored steps toward the door. I had never been here-- hell, I barely knew her. But could I resist? Every fantasy was culminating in that one real moment.
She opened the door. I slowly scanned upward from my bashful downward gaze to discover that she was naked. She was fucking naked--
And she was glorious.
My eyes finally came to rest on hers. I was speechless as a smile spread across my flushed face. She pulled me across the threshold and my hands reached reflexively for her soft curves, pulling our bodies together.
When they came to touch, I felt shivers creep up and down my spine. I reached up and took hold of her face with both of my hands, pausing in the pre-kiss electricity to find my bearings. She craned her neck toward me, attempting to close the circuit, and I acquiesced.
We stood in the kitchen, kissing softly, tasting each other, squeezing our bodies together as closely as possible. She tasted deliciously of cigarettes and mint and her vulnerability intoxicated me. My nervous energy gradually converted back to hunger. I wanted to taste her-- I needed to consume her.
I moved my hands back and took hold of her curls, pulling her head back to expose her neck and chin. A moan escaped from her minty mouth as I followed her neck up to nibble on her ear.
I followed her curves down her back to find a handful of deliciousness, lifted her onto the kitchen counter and wrapped her muscular legs around me. I could feel her smile against my kisses as I ran my fingernails slowly up and down her thighs.