“A piercing might be nice,” Seth said into my ear as though he were going to lick my lobe. I inclined toward him instinctively.
“Am I your Barbie?” I teased in a voice threaded with lust.
“Do you want to be?”
I swallowed tightly and said nothing.Maybe.
Seth stood abruptly. A wash of cold air flooded me, and I felt his loss desperately. He crossed the room and pushed a button so that the garage door shuddered and groaned to a close. A floor lamp bathed the room in a warm glow. He was setting the mood. I was in his clutches, and quite honestly, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“A little privacy,” he said and strolled back toward the couch. His movement had a feline quality about it, a sinewy grace. To watch him was to want him.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked. I nodded slowly. I was tracking his every move as if I could anticipate what he might do next. Seth reached for my hand and pulled me up so that we were standing nose to nose. I was shorter than him but not by much.
“I like you, Hiroku.” He tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear. My cheek turned toward his hand instinctively. His callused finger traced the shape of my lips, and they parted, ready to receive him. “You like me?” he asked.
“Yes.” I nodded, breathless and dizzy. My blood was rushing south, and my mind was abandoning all reason. I was completely failing at playing it cool.
He pulled me toward him, even though I was already leaning in his direction. He brushed his lips against mine, soft as a feather. Tasting me. With a purr and a smile, Seth drew me in again, closer this time, and kissed me with his tongue. He gave our kiss the same singular attention he’d given to our conversations. He knew what he was doing, and I only needed to part my lips a little wider to allow for his exploration. Even as it was happening, a part of me couldn’t believe this was real.
Kissing Seth was like diving into the deepest, darkest water and being numb to all other sensory input, except for him—tasting his tongue, smelling his skin, caressing his muscles, feeling the stir in my groin and the deep ache that resulted. A moan accidentally escaped me, and he pressed his erection against my hip, so I’d know he wanted me too.
When we finally surfaced, he pulled away and eyed me with a lazy smirk. “How was that?”
I touched my lips as if waking from a dream. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Seth beamed. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?”
I shook my head and shied away from his prying eyes, embarrassed to admit it.
“What a pleasure it would be to corrupt you.” He sighed like he was giving up on me, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. His pupils were huge and hooded with lust as he focused on my every blink and swallow.
Corrupt me, I thought while I stared at his lips, hoping they might bless mine again and soon. The longing he inspired in me was one I’d never known before; it consumed me.
“You’re so young,” he said sadly as if I’d already broken his heart.
“I’m notthatyoung,” I argued. He smiled again and kissed my forehead.
“I’ll be patient,” he promised and pulled me down to the couch.
We made out for the rest of the afternoon, heavy petting that was somewhere between second and third base, doing everything just short of pulling out our junk and slapping it around. I came in my underwear just from our grinding, and even though I tried to hide it, I think Seth knew because after that he pulled me on top of him and petted my hair.
“Will you stop by again tomorrow?” he asked dreamily. I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Yes,” I said like an eager puppy, ecstatic that he wanted me back. He tilted my chin so that I would look at him.
“This is the beginning of something remarkable.”
“You think so?” I was skeptical. And clueless.
“I know so. I can feel it.”
Remarkable, Seth had said.
And it was.
NOW
My therapist Dr. Denovo tells me I should write all of this in a journal—Seth and my relationship and what it means to me.
