| "Let's see. The fact that you don't find me attractive enough for this to be nothing more than a quick romp." "Now hold on. I never said I didn't find you attractive." "You never said you did,"I challenged. "I can't win with you, can I?"he digressed somehow hoping that would be a challenge for me and he was right. I took the bait. "It's not about winning Howie,"I softly cupped his cheek."It's all about how you claim the prize." Drawing the stray golden strands from my face, he gave me an inquisitive glance as to what I would allow him to do but let's face it, we all know where this was leading now. "Claiming the prize. Eloquently put,"he remarked and caught me off guard with the tenderness of his lips meeting mine. Softly they parted further crescendoing the heated sensation. The flavor of his tongue wove a warm pattern around mine. You know, you dream of moments like this but you never think they're actually gonna happen. Here I was, learning this man's body, my fingers playing through the softness of his hair as we breathed the air as one. I could have lived in that initial kiss forever but if things were to progress, somebody had to make the first move. My hands slid the length of his arms as I pressed away. Our fingers linked and he looked at me as though he had made a mistake. Silently, I released myself from our entanglement and deliberately peeled the buttons open from my form fitting blouse. I shrugged the material off as I backed toward the bed. He followed suit and slid the dangling garment off his body leaving a white wifebeater below. He moved closer limiting the space he kept between us. I know I'd seen the look in his eyes but it had been so long it was practically a new sensation for a man to be rendering me immobile with it's casualness. |
| "I do believe it's your move,"he indicated with slight raise of his brow. I detatched the sheer red lace from behind and tossed it toward him. He caught the material and inhaled the scent lingering upon it."Very soft....very feminine...... very rapturuous,"identifying the perfume's scent."Very you,"he complimented. I could feel the warm color my face must have been to his eyes. I felt like a coy schoolgirl under his scrutinizing gaze. Here I was, half naked and the only thing I could see was the strong lean arms I wanted wrapped around me again. He took his time as his eyes met with every inch(barren or otherwise) before meeting up with mine. "You owe me one,"I managed. "Fair is fair,"he simply responded. I followed the languid path the white material followed over every delectable inch of his upper build. Perfection. He playfully tossed the shirt my direction. Now it was my turn to play the discerning party."Mmmm.....yummy,"I said as I glossed my lips with a slide of my tongue. He attempted to move closer as I stifled his action with a scolding glance. He stayed put as I turned away from him. I taunted him as I inched the black slacks down toward the floor. I stepped out of them and was about to turn when I felt the solidness of his interest for me pressed firmly against my backside. His deliberate investigation under the silk was near enough to send me over the edge but he was merely toying with it's implications as my body rose against the slide of his hand over my back. His fingers sliced into the abundance of soft gold curls draped over my shoulders. He drew the strays into his grip with his free hand as a mass on the opposing side carressed his arm. His tongue flickered upon the base of my neck and my toes curled into the carpet. He'd found my weak spot. May sound crazy to some but my body basically went limp at the thought of this action. I felt his breath hot against my skin; the sound of his voice softly uttered,"So the lady does have a weakness." |
| All I could do at this point was numbly nod in agreement with the accompaniment of a soft moan as his fingertips skimmed the length of my arm repeatedly. He draped my arm over his shoulder as I felt his five o'clock shadow taunting the surface of my body;approximately between my cheek and neck. His breath accompanied it's sensual roughness. He took the already taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger; gently twisting the aching protrusion further into a desirous state. His hand drifted downward into the silk as his free hand molded and played upon the opposing mound of flesh. He had trapped my free grip with his ministrations as my only free one was wove deep into the mass of dark softness. Even that wasn't giving me much of a grip as I realized his were being utilized for my pleasure. I removed my fingers from his hair and grasped his arm's movement. He stopped momentarily and drew my hand downward with his. I followed the instructive movement of his gestures beneath the satin soaked with the juices of my sexuality."You know what would feel really good between your legs?"he whispered. "What?"I mustered between the exhaustive motion of our simultaneous strokes. "Me,"he breathed. |
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