Halfway into the room, she abruptly turns on her heel and quickly strides back to where I’m still standing.
Her gaze snaps to mine again, but this time there’s a fierce look in her eyes, like she’s made a decision and is determined to let me know what it is.
‘Look – can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now,’ she states.
This I wasnotexpecting. But it’s not exactly an unwelcome surprise. It’s intriguing. And exhilarating.
My stomach tightens and I feel myself get hard.
Because I really want her to kiss me right now. I think I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I’m fuckingcravingit, in fact.
So I nod one more time, keeping my gaze firmly locked with hers.
She hesitates for one long, tormenting moment, before taking a step closer to me, then another, until we’re only inches apart.
The air’s vibrating around us.
My skin prickles with need.
This is sweet, slow torture and I’m loving it.
I really want to reach out and touch her, but I’m not going to. I’m going to let her lead this dance. She obviously needs to. To get some control back over her life, I guess.
Finally, she leans in and presses her mouth against mine, the intensely familiar scent of her filling my senses.
My entire body responds to the light contact of her lips on mine and I have to force myself not to step into the kiss and take over. I want to thrust my tongue deep into her mouth and taste the sweetness of her. To slide my hands over her soft curves. To feel the slickness between her legs coat my fingers.
Fucking hell.
My imagination is already twenty steps ahead of what’s happening in real time and I really need to slow my racing thoughts down so we’re both at the same speed.
Thankfully, she moves closer, pressing her full, soft breasts against my chest and opening her mouth against mine. I feel the tip of her tongue slide against the inside of my bottom lip, and I force myself to be still and let her explore my mouth, reacquainting herself with it.
We always did kiss each other well. With passion and purpose. None of that annoying nibbling and pecking some people seem to go for.
A low, throaty moan comes from deep within her and I almost lose my cool, managing to hang on by a thread as she presses even harder against me and moves her mouth firmly over mine now, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.
It’s invasive and brilliant and such a fucking turn-on.
I’mlovingthis.
But at the same time there’s something bugging me.
I take a second to bring myself back into the room.
She’s trembling.
It gives me pause.
I don’t want her to be anything less than 100 per cent sure that she really wants this. So I lift my hands to circle her upper arms and gently, but firmly, separate us so I can look her in the face.
‘I know you don’t want to talk,’ I say, my voice gravelly with need. ‘But I have to make absolutely sure you’re really into this and that you definitely want to have sex with me. You’re enthusiastically consenting, yes? I don’t want to just assume anything here.’
‘Yes. This is meenthusiasticallyconsenting to fuck you.’
‘Good. Glad we cleared that up. One more thing. Tell me what you want.’
