"You look like you liked what you heard."
"I liked it a lot." She places a hand on the back of my neck and pulls me down for another kiss. The world spins around us and disappears. Nothing else exists except for the places where we are pressed together, her breath against my cheek, her hand on my back burning a hole through my shirt.
And then her lips part and her tongue touches mine and my belly explodes in thousands of tiny wingtips taking flight all at once.
I place my hands in her hair and restrain myself from deepening the kiss. This moment, our first kiss, is too precious to ruin by getting hot and heavy. I want it to be beautiful. Each touch of our lips, our tongues is careful, like the first sharing of this desire for each other is made of glass.
It's the hardest thing I've ever done. This holding back. After wanting her for so long and finally,finallybeing able to have her, I want to take my time because we have so much of it. And yet the need for everything to happen NOW is pushing forward.
With her reaching up to kiss me, the creamy skin of her neck is exposed and I can't help myself. I lower my head and kiss the honey-scented skin beneath her ear.
Bess gasps, which ratchets everything up to a whole new level.
My groin tightens and my pulse quickens and before I can draw the next breath, she has her mouth back on mine and all tentativeness, all care and delicacy has gone out the window.
Our tongues push and pull against each others', our breaths come shallow and fast, our bodies are flush, wanting to be as close as possible.
My cock, long since sprung into vibrancy, pushes painfully against the zip of my trousers.
Her hands run up my back and down my sides and up to my shoulders.
I mirror her, mapping her contours, the dip of her waist, the spread of her hips, the curve of her lower back.
When she bites my lip, my hips have a mind of their own and grind into her.
She groans into my mouth and I almost lose my mind. I have wanted women before. I have experienced all-consuming lust, but not with a year of build up. The urge to pick Bess up and have her right now on the table is so strong, I have to take a step away from her to force the impulse to recede.
It doesn't do a very good job. She stands looking up at me with her hair tangled from my hands, and her eyes lidded with lust, and her lips wet and swollen and parted to emit her rapid breaths, and my knees nearly buckle.
Bess seems to understand. She offers me a lopsided smile and reaches forward to take my hand. Then she leads me to the stairs. Then up the stairs. Then into my bedroom.
When I'm standing at the foot of my bed, a void opens in the pit of my stomach and my mouth goes dry, because being next to my bed means there's only one thing that's going to happen now, and having walked up the stairs, my mind has sufficiently receded from my penis to give space to other thoughts.
LikeHoly shit. I'm about to have sex with Bess.
I swallow and it sounds loud in the quiet of the room.
Bess turns me so my calves are against the bed and pushes me to sitting. Then she steps between my knees and looks down at me.
God she's beautiful.
I reach for her hips and she clasps my face and tilts my head back to kiss me. It is passionate, but is over before I can do anything more than slip my hands to her backside as she's stepping out of my reach.
My hands fall uselessly onto my thighs.
And Bess...
Bess looks me in the eye and unbuttons her blouse. One, slow, button release after another, so that a couple of inches of skin is revealed in small increments.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
My pelvic floor contracts and my cock pulses in response.
She's wearing a turquoise bra. It's plain, but the padding pushes her breasts into soft swells above the fabric.
The skin on her belly is smooth and curves outwards.
She leaves her blouse on, open and inviting.
