You snag a piece of my smooth hair between your fingers and begin to twirl it slightly. I’m watching you spin my hair around your fingers and wonder what else you can do with them. I look away and you turn my chin back to your face and trace your fingers along my jaw to the back of my neck, cupping my head in the base of your hand. You slowly pull me to you and lean your forehead against mine; then you say, “Let’s go.” I lick my lips and nod; we slide out of the leather booth with you holding my delicate wrist in your hand.
As we drive back to my place in silence, my hand sporadically squeezes your thigh; moving up half an inch every time I do. My head rocks across the headrest as you maneuver the car but my eyes stay focused on you. I rub my thighs together; your breathing quickens as you hear the rasp of my tight, dark jeans. I watch your Adam’s apple bob up, then down as you swallow harshly. We pull up to the curb and you turn off the engine. You lean back, turn your head, and look at me. I abruptly lean toward you and almost connect my lips with your ear. But instead, I whisper hotly, “Come with me.”
We climb out of the car and you briskly walk around to my side to meet me. Before I can close my door all the way, you spin me around and grab both of my hands in yours; interlocking our fingers tight. You back me against the car in a hurry and pin my hands to the back side-door windows. There’s no streetlamps on my road so it’s just us in the dim black. You bracket you thighs around both of mine, locking me in. You are staring deep and hard into my black-rimmed, dark brown eyes. My breathing quickens; I don’t know what you’re going to do. You look from my eyes to my cleavage being showed by a deep violet, silk blouse with a plunging neckline. You look back up at me and I watch as you lower your face to the dip between my breasts. Your tongue darts out and slicks between; tracing up to my collarbone and licking to my ear, stopping directly below my lobe. I’m covered in shivers and love being pinned so I can’t move. You’ve made my breasts feel heavy and my nipples pucker and ache. You whisper directly into my ear, “You wanna play games? Try to get me to kiss you.”
All of the sudden, you pull away, gently grabbing my wrist and leading me away from the car. I follow in your footsteps; you let me pass you at the base of the small set of stairs so I can go up and unlock my door. I walk slowly up the stairs and you place your left hand on my left hip, squeezing slightly. Your right hand draws an invisible line from my bare shoulder to my elbow. I keep walking to my door and stick the key in. I stop and take a deep breath, waiting. Once I feel your hot breath through my hair on the back of my neck, I turn the key and push my door open.
I set my black, leather purse on my couch, slightly bending over the back to drop it on the cushion. Your back is against my door as you watch me bend over the couch a little, now just leaning my hip against it. You’re waiting for me, and I am waiting for you. I’m going to get you to kiss me. But first I want you to follow me. I take a deep breath in and turn on the heel of my black, suede, peep-toe booties and you watch my back as I walk into my kitchen; listening to the click of my heels on the dark hardwood.
I open the door to my stainless steel refrigerator and stand in the doorway, letting the cold air rush all over my skin, making my nipples completely harden and cooling my sensitive skin. I roll my neck around and say, “Do you want some dessert?” I’m unaware that you’re behind me until I turn my head to walk back out to the living room and there you stand, looking down at me. I turn around completely and lean my ass against the shelves in the open refrigerator, letting shivers cover my spine. I repeat, “Do you want some dessert?” Your fingers are tapping against the side of your leg and you lean forward slightly and say, “Only if you make me.”
I slowly come forward from the refrigerator and shut the door behind me. We’re standing three feet apart from one another; I’m looking at you and I bite my full, lower lip. I continue to look into your eyes as I crouch down to my knees and slowly unzip the little side zipper on the inside of my left heeled, suede bootie. Our breathing and my zipper sliding down is the only sound in the room. I move to the right boot and do it again, my gaze never leaving your face. I stand up from my crouch and slowly slide my right foot out of my boot and set it on the floor between us. I do the same with my left foot and close the gap between our charged bodies.
I place both of my hands on your chest and begin to slowly walk you back to the wall opposite the refrigerator. I press my body into yours so that my hard nipples are pushing into your chest and our thighs are aligned. I place my hands on your shoulders and squeeze my fingers into your skin. I look up at you at smile then look down again. When I look back up to your face, your dark eyes are intently watching me. I purse my lips together and give a quiet moaning sigh while looking at your lips; pink and moistened from you licking them. I’m trying to get you to kiss me but you turn your face away from mine and look to the side.
I love that you’re teasing me but I’m also getting desperate to feel your mouth on mine and the rest of my body. I reach my hand up to the back of your neck and turn your head back to face me. I lift up slightly on my toes so that we’re almost eye to eye and press a light, barely there kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your arms are by your sides and you’re not giving in to me. I want you to angle your head and meet me halfway as you feed on my luscious lips begging to be kissed by you.
I drop back down to my feet, soles flat. I wiggle my arms around your back so that our bodies are one-hundred percent aligned together. I can feel that you’re erect and I know that you can feel how achingly hard my nipples are between the two thinned fabrics of our shirts. I lightly kiss the hollow in your neck between your neck and collarbone. Then slide my tongue over the sensitive patch, grazing the edge of my teeth against your neck.
I place a hand on each of your biceps and rub my hands down to yours where I grasp them both and place your hands in the small of my back. I can feel your fingers spreading and splaying wide over my silk covered back; your fingertips toying with the waistband of my jeans. I slide my body upward on yours so that I’m on tiptoes again and loosely link my arms around your neck. Since our height shifted, your hands are now grabbing my ass, one of my cheeks in each of your large hands. I move my face next to yours and take a hard, quick, wet suck of your earlobe into my mouth and whisper, “Please kiss me,” directly into your ear. I rock my hips into yours, against your growing groin, and softly say again, “Kiss me.”
So, would you kiss me?
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