We've been out for dinner and drinks. We come back to my place for conversation and listening to music. To the casual observer it's just a girl's night out. You know I want more but we don't even discuss it. It's late and you say you have to leave. I walk you to the door and you stall. You want me to make the first move you don't know how to say it. I sense your hesitation and I absolutely can't wait another moment. I lean in close and I start to gently, softly kiss your neck. You throw your head back and you let me make love to your neck with my mouth. I push you gently against the door and you moan. Your hands reach out to touch my waist and I almost explode. I want to kiss you so badly and our lips are millimeters apart. Your eyes tell me yes. But I need you to say it.
Ever so imperceptibly, you pull my body closer to yours but it's still not enough for me. You have to say it. You have to say something. I run my hands up and down your sides to your back and your hips and you're moaning softly but audibly now. I lift your face and look deep in your eyes and you say, "Yes." It's just one word but I know what you mean. I take you by the hand and we walk to my bedroom. I want to be assertive with you; I want to give you the space to think that you're not in control. But you are. You want it. You lay back on my bed without me even having to ask. I climb over you, our bodies just inches apart, and we kissed for the first time. You know you're safe with me and you say, "Don't stop." That turns me on more than anything you can imagine I make it my business to give your body pleasure like you've never felt before.