No, don’t think about that,she scolded herself.Remember you don’t like him.He asks invasive questions.But he made her feel again.
“And what is your thing?”
“Not BDSM.”
“There’s pain, and there’s pleasure-pain.”
“If you say so.”Andrea squirmed, feeling moisture pool between her legs and her nipples pebble.
“Shall I show you pleasure-pain?”
“I’ll pass,” she said, moving around the kitchen and starting to clean up.Anything to keep a distance between them.
“Are you sure?”he asked, following right behind her.
“Pretty sure,” she replied casually.
“That doesn’t sound convincing.I think you’re intrigued but don’t want to admit it.”
“I think we should focus on the pizzas,” she countered, needing to change the subject.
“They’re in the oven.We have time.”
“I don’t want mine to burn.”
“You don’t have to be afraid.”He lightly touched her on her arm.It felt like a hot iron brand; she felt it deep inside.
Andrea turned away from him.“I’m afraid of nothing.”Liar.She was scared of everything, especially him and the feelings he was evoking in her.She had never felt for another as she did for him.
Michael leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “All you have to say is no, and I’ll stop.”
“No?”That was it?
“Anything you don’t like, or it gets too much, just say no.You have all the control.”His hand on her arm slowly slid down toward her wrist, raising goosebumps in its wake.
“No matter how far we get into things?”She didn’t know why she was contemplating this.Being friends was already complicating her life.Kissing would lead to other things and even more complication.
“No matter how far.I could be about to thrust my cock inside of you or already balls deep.You just say no, and I’ll stop.”
Andrea turned around to face him.“Why not just say stop?Why no?”
Michael’s eyes softened, and his hand came up, hovering just an inch from her cheek.She felt the heat from his palm, but he never touched her.“Because sometimes a lover says stop when they mean don’t stop.No is much clearer.Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Michael sealed his lips over hers.Andrea closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure.Not that she had agreed to his kiss.She had agreed with his statement, but she wasn’t going to complain.The kiss crashed over her like a tidal wave drowning her and reviving her at the same time.
It made her feel lightheaded and breathless.It was too much.She opened her mouth to take in a breath, but Michael stole the opportunity and drove his tongue inside.Stroking along hers.
She felt him moan against her mouth as his hands snaked through her hair, holding both sides of her face still as he took control of the kiss.He turned them so her back pressed against the counter.
“Stop,” she whispered, tearing her mouth from his to take in a lungful of air.
“Ah, you know that’s not the magic word,” he murmured, moving his kisses to her cheek then to the side of her neck as he pressed his pelvis against hers, trapping her against the cabinets.
“Don’t…” Andrea rolled her head back, hitting the back of it on the upper cabinets, granting him better access.She liked having this control.She could pretend to still put up her front while giving into temptation.
If only they were doing this in her kitchen instead of his.There would be more room to maneuver around.
