She kissed me again and unzipped her dress, causing it to fall to the floor, along with my jaw. She was wearing a red lace bra with bows at the shoulders and matching bikini shorts. I’d never had a wet dream, but if I did in the future, it would be of this moment. Ofher.
“I want this, Kaia. But I understand if you don’t. If you’re not ready—” I cut off her doubt with a kiss. I poured every feeling into that kiss. She needed to know how much I wanted her.
“I’m ready.” She smiled as she took a step back and gave me the space to take off my bra, and let it slide to the floor. She watched the garment land at my feet and slowly trailed her eyes back to mine. She could see every emotion in my eyes. I was never good at hiding how I was feeling from her, and this moment was no exception. There was no hiding how much I wanted her. I hesitated for a second before I took a deep breath and slid my tights and underwear off.
I stood completely naked before the woman I was madly in love with, and she was looking at me like she had just been given the greatest gift in life.
“I want to see all of you. Will you turn around for me?” she asked. I licked my lips and nodded, slowly turning for her. My nipples pebbled in the cold breeze of the room, and she noticed. Once I turned fully to face her, she was staring at them. Her appreciation did things to me. It turned me on more that she was admiring my body.
“You, Kaia Rhodes, are indescribably perfect.” She took a few steps closer, pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear, and kissed me like it was all she wanted to do.
I had no problems returning the favor. All I wanted to do was kiss her, touch her, love her. If this was the only chance I got, I’d make sure not to waste it.
Kissing her was like finally getting your prayers answered. When she kissed me, I felt safe. I felt wanted, cherished, loved, in a way. I felt like I had finally found a home.
One of her hands never left my face as we kissed, and the other rested on my hip. She drew soft, dainty circles with her fingers, and I wondered if she could feel the cold chills it produced. I needed more of it. More of her.
My hands gripped her shoulders as if she were the only thing holding me up. Little moans kept spilling out and I wondered if she noticed.
She smiled into the kiss and caressed my cheek. The moment was soft and loving, the kiss slow and deliberate. We were taking our time, getting to know every inch of each other’s mouth. She slowly bit my bottom lip before leaving my lips altogether, making me almost whine in protest.
I never wanted it to end, but I wanted to kiss the rest of her. Iwanted to know what she looked like when she lost control, and I wanted to be the one to make it happen.
When we parted, I looked at her, like,reallylooked at her. I was searching for an out. For her to tell me it was all a joke, a dream. That she didn’t really want this.
She was breathing heavily and looking back at me with a smile. Her and her damn smiles could change the world. They certainly could change mine.
I raised my hands to ask if she was sure, but before I got the chance, she undressed completely, and all thoughts flew out the window.
My breath caught. I couldn’t say anything. One second I was trying to catch my breath, and the next, I lost it again while staring at her naked body. Her perfect nipples were hard, and I hoped it was for me and not the cold.
Her body was perfect, from her mesmerizing green eyes to her small toes to the thin layer of hair surrounding her pussy. Like a delicate little garden I wanted to water and nurture. I was so glad I didn’t have to speak. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get any sounds out that weren’t moans or groans.
I’d seen her naked in the bath and at the gym, but this moment felt different. It felt like a gift I wanted to cherish and keep safe. It felt unreal.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I kept thinking it was all a dream. That I’d wake up tomorrow and we would go back to being best friends who had never slept together. I’d never know what her lips tasted like or what her body looked like.
“Kaia. I want this. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow with any regrets. I promise. Let me show you just how much I want you.”
She reached for my waist, but I grabbed her hand, lacing our fingers together. If she touched me first, it would be over before it began. And I had waited too long for it to go so quickly. “No, Daisy. I believe you, but please, let me touch you first.”
She nodded, and my heart threatened to climb out of my chest. I never thought I’d get this far. I never thought I’d even get a kiss, honestly.
I wanted to take my time with her. Savor every inch of skin I wasgranted access to. I wanted to see her body’s reaction to me, and I wanted her to see mine.
I took a step closer, hands trembling. I kissed her, gasping when I felt her chest touch mine. My nipples instantly hardened again, and I wondered if she could feel it. By the way she grabbed my face and kissed me harder, I’d say so. I smiled at that thought but separated us earlier than I wanted to. There would be plenty of time for kissing, but I needed to get my hands on her.
I started by tracing the lines of her tattoo, beginning at her sternum and going underneath her breasts. Ever since I first saw it, I wanted to trace it with my tongue, but I didn’t want to rush.
The tattoo was of leaves, and they outlined her breasts. One of them started on her chest and circled around to her side, and the other started on her side and circled around to the middle of her chest between the two perfectly shaped handfuls that rested there.
“Can we lie down?” I asked. I wanted to make sure she was absolutely comfortable.
She nodded. “Yes. Please.” She grabbed my hand, and we basically fell onto the bed.
We were lying side by side and she was caressing my face, looking at me with the softest expression. I wanted to ask her about it, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I mirrored her movements, holding her face in my hands as I kissed her.
I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of kissing her, of touching her. It was still hard to process what was happening. Any second, I expected her to put a stop to it and change her mind. I would’ve died of shame, but I would’ve understood.
