He took the cue.
As the movie credits rolled up the huge flat screen, Kevin purposely crossed over her, positioning himself so that he could reach the light switch and what she found out to be the volume for the music that was playing. He grabbed the remote control and turned the television off. The lights now dimmed and the music a bit louder, he moved closer to her.
“I am glad to see you loosened up a bit now.”
His spicy scent was intoxicating, or was it the alcohol? Her mind swirled as he cupped her face with his hands. She licked her lips, desperate to find an answer to his un-asked, unspoken question. Lowering his lips to hers, he lightly kissed her, consuming whatever answer she had in mind or was trying to voice. All that escaped her was a low murmur of desire. Surprised that her body responded as quickly to his touch as his did to hers, she pulled away.
“I bet you do this a lot don’t you?” her voice, now husky, scratched in nervousness.
“No. Do you?”
She eyed him, taking in his essence. His brown skin glistened from the glow of the fire. His strong jaw clenched as he spoke. Her eye followed his well maintained goatee then settled on his full lips. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay that is settled now. Come here.” he reached back out to her and pulled her back to him.
Before she could think of another ploy or question to stall time, he kissed her again. Probing her mouth, his tongue delved deeper into her wanting to know all she had to offer. Compliant, she responded with just as much determination, wanting to know him as well. Slowly they settled onto the area rug. His hands freely roamed her body as if they had always been there, claiming what he thought was his as he explored her neck and cleavage with his tongue. Her back arched to meet his touch in the expectation of instant sensual gratification. A slight moan escaped from her parted lips as he raised her top from her waist and unbuttoned her bra from behind. Instant surges of electric fire raced through her as his mouth reached down and lightly circled her breast with this tongue. His hot, ragged breath threatened to engulf her senses and open her completely up to him without any reservations. In a drunken state, Savannah finally opened her eyes to see him staring back at her.
“Beautiful,” was the only word that came from his mouth. “ Savannah , follow me,” he said huskily, and pulled her up off the floor. Her name on his lips was music to her ears. He slowly led her down a long corridor and she quietly followed. Anticipation of what would follow gnawed at her thoughts , and for some out of the blue reason she thought of Jasmine.
Pulling her hand from his grip as they entered into what appeared to be his master bedroom, she stopped just outside the door. “I can’t do this. What are we doing?” she trembled. Afraid that if she gave herself to this man he would basically just hit it and quit it, as Richard had told her he does, leaving her open and vulnerable. Richard, her best friend, always looked out for her best interest s . Could she believe what he told her? Did she really trust this man? If not, she’d better think quickly because her body ached for his touch, feel, and coming pleasure she was sure he could deliver.
There was already a strong connection be tween them at least on her part. I f he just left her out to dry afterwards it would leave a terrible taste in her mouth, once again. Dre’s image flashed before her. Even before Dre, it had bee n done before and the heartache was just not worth it.
Jasmine used to tell her that she was too sensitive and her problem was that she ‘gave’ to much of herself and that she had to hold back. But when she loved, she loved hard and it had become a major downfall. Trying to get over her insecurities with men and develop a resistance to ‘giving too much’, she’d taken time away from men. She thought she had wrestled the demons and left
As the movie credits rolled up the huge flat screen, Kevin purposely crossed over her, positioning himself so that he could reach the light switch and what she found out to be the volume for the music that was playing. He grabbed the remote control and turned the television off. The lights now dimmed and the music a bit louder, he moved closer to her.
“I am glad to see you loosened up a bit now.”
His spicy scent was intoxicating, or was it the alcohol? Her mind swirled as he cupped her face with his hands. She licked her lips, desperate to find an answer to his un-asked, unspoken question. Lowering his lips to hers, he lightly kissed her, consuming whatever answer she had in mind or was trying to voice. All that escaped her was a low murmur of desire. Surprised that her body responded as quickly to his touch as his did to hers, she pulled away.
“I bet you do this a lot don’t you?” her voice, now husky, scratched in nervousness.
“No. Do you?”
She eyed him, taking in his essence. His brown skin glistened from the glow of the fire. His strong jaw clenched as he spoke. Her eye followed his well maintained goatee then settled on his full lips. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay that is settled now. Come here.” he reached back out to her and pulled her back to him.
Before she could think of another ploy or question to stall time, he kissed her again. Probing her mouth, his tongue delved deeper into her wanting to know all she had to offer. Compliant, she responded with just as much determination, wanting to know him as well. Slowly they settled onto the area rug. His hands freely roamed her body as if they had always been there, claiming what he thought was his as he explored her neck and cleavage with his tongue. Her back arched to meet his touch in the expectation of instant sensual gratification. A slight moan escaped from her parted lips as he raised her top from her waist and unbuttoned her bra from behind. Instant surges of electric fire raced through her as his mouth reached down and lightly circled her breast with this tongue. His hot, ragged breath threatened to engulf her senses and open her completely up to him without any reservations. In a drunken state, Savannah finally opened her eyes to see him staring back at her.
“Beautiful,” was the only word that came from his mouth. “ Savannah , follow me,” he said huskily, and pulled her up off the floor. Her name on his lips was music to her ears. He slowly led her down a long corridor and she quietly followed. Anticipation of what would follow gnawed at her thoughts , and for some out of the blue reason she thought of Jasmine.
Pulling her hand from his grip as they entered into what appeared to be his master bedroom, she stopped just outside the door. “I can’t do this. What are we doing?” she trembled. Afraid that if she gave herself to this man he would basically just hit it and quit it, as Richard had told her he does, leaving her open and vulnerable. Richard, her best friend, always looked out for her best interest s . Could she believe what he told her? Did she really trust this man? If not, she’d better think quickly because her body ached for his touch, feel, and coming pleasure she was sure he could deliver.
There was already a strong connection be tween them at least on her part. I f he just left her out to dry afterwards it would leave a terrible taste in her mouth, once again. Dre’s image flashed before her. Even before Dre, it had bee n done before and the heartache was just not worth it.
Jasmine used to tell her that she was too sensitive and her problem was that she ‘gave’ to much of herself and that she had to hold back. But when she loved, she loved hard and it had become a major downfall. Trying to get over her insecurities with men and develop a resistance to ‘giving too much’, she’d taken time away from men. She thought she had wrestled the demons and left
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