Her head tilts, considering. “Are you… not attracted to me?”
The expression that crosses my face must answer for me, because the idea is so absurd it almost drags me out of my own panic. “I - I find you… very-attractive-indeed,” I manage. Understatement of several centuries. I put my hands lightly on her bare shoulders and draw her closer, clumsy but sincere. Warm skin under my palms. Real. Here.
Her smile brightens, slow and delighted. “Likewise,” she murmurs. “And, in the interests of full disclosure, I’d really like for us to fuck each other senseless right now. But only if you fully, enthusiastically want the same thing.”
The seriousness in her face steadies me more than anything else tonight. There is no pressure hidden under the flirtation. I know, beyond doubt, that she’d stop if I asked.
I don’t want her to stop. Now, or ever.
She lifts her brows, mouth quirking. “So. Do I have your wholehearted consent to rip all your clothes off, slide onto your dick, and ride you until your eyes roll back, or not?”
It’s possibly the most surreal multiple choice question I’ve ever been offered, and a hell of a thing to be asked by the most magnetic woman in the known universe.
“Yes,” I say, teeth catching on the word. “Yes to all of it.”
The relief in her exhale is genuine. Then she smiles like the sun coming out, and I lean down to kiss her.
It’s not elegant. I misjudge the angle; our noses bump. But she adjusts, taking over the lead with easy assurance, and within seconds we’re wrapped up in something deep and dizzying, our lips lightly pulling on each others in a steady but intoxicating rhythm. Hers are soft and confident, and when her tongue brushes mine, a groan escapes me before I can stop it.
She fists her hands in my shirt and tugs. Buttons scatter across the hall floor. I don’t care. I’d happily donate my entire wardrobe to this glorious cause.
At some point - later I know I won’t remember how - I steer us to the sofa. We fumble with each other’s belts, half laughing, half breathless, and my shirt is undone, and then we are suddenly skin and heat and closeness in a way I haven’t experienced in far too long.
It’s overwhelming.
All of it: the sensation, the reality, the fact thatsheis here, choosingme. My body surges ahead of my mind, desperate and grateful and terrified.
Almost for something grounding to do, I start feverishly undoing her jeans for her and dragging them down her legs along with her white cotton knickers. I wish I could steal them, put them in my pocket and keep them forever, but I don’t, of course I don’t. Shelifts her hips to make my job easier, and I wince as pre-ejaculatory fluid leaks from my almost painful erection. I haveneverbeen so hard in all my life. It’s not helped by the sight of her bare mound, the dainty little slit, the knowledge that for a few precious moments it’smine.
I need to calm down.
Zero chance. Not when I start to remember the things I need to do to make this good for her. I didn’t think it was possible, but even more blood surges into my shaft at those thoughts, as I take in the impossibly gorgeous sight of her on my sofa in just a bra.
She reaches for me, as comfortable under my gaze as I am astonished under hers, and wraps her arms around my neck. “Your turn,” she says against my lips, and her breath is so soft and sweet…
Christ.
Sending a silent prayer, to any deity that’d care to listen, for me not to disgrace myself and for my penis to work as it’s supposed to, I kiss her once before standing and haphazardly shucking off the rest of my clothes. When she pulls me down so she can crawl on top of me, I steel myself further, keenly aware that my shaft is hard enough to damn near rocket right off my body. Her navel is somehow mesmerising, a perfect whorl with a glinting silver piercing. I try to focus on that, and not let my eyes wander any further down.
Once she’s situated in my lap, I bury my face in her cleavage, tugging her tight, pale pink nipples out over the top of the bra cups and tonguing them mindlessly. Her breath catches, and I take that as evidence that she likes what I’m doing. I was hoping doing this would give me an opportunity to calm myself and get it together, but she starts gliding her hot, soaking wet core up and down my length, and it’s hopeless. I’m holding on by myfingernails to keep from coming just from that feeling alone, andhowis this happening when normally I have to really strive to get to this point? It’s almost woefully easy, and it’s disorienting.
Tippi’s appreciative noises are another aphrodisiac in their own right, and it’s overwhelming, but she’s enjoying these moments with me in this unbelievable here and now, and I don’t want to let her down, Imust NOTlet her down…
“Hold up.” I stop what I’m doing instantly, staying stock still, and she leans backwards to pick up her jeans, her taut body as lithe as a gymnast’s. She retrieves a red foil packet from her back pocket and calmly rips it open with her teeth.Condom. Good shout; I think I might have a box in my bedside cabinet, but I couldn’t swear to it. It’s been such a long time.
Oh my god, oh my bloody god, this is really happening.
I stifle a whimper when she rolls it onto my erection, which jumps in time to the racing beat of my heart.God, look at her. Luminous and lovely. From some far corner of my consciousness, I find the wherewithal to guide her mouth back to mine and kiss her. I hope the alacrity of it communicates to her just how amazing I think she is.
“You have a really,reallynice cock,” she murmurs against my mouth, before grasping it, lining me up at her vagina, and slowly, oh, JESUS, achinglyslowlysinks down all the way until I can feel her at the very root of me…
No no no no no NO -
Instinct takes over, full force and unstoppable, and I grip her hips, unable to stop myself from thrusting up into her once, twice…
…and it’s over.
I blew it. Literally.
