drive him back in the morning to pick the car up. We walk hand-in-hand to the taxi rank. At least touching each other like this, is starting to feel … more normal. It’s nice.
I’m so glad we did this. It’s been nice to get out, and I guess, act more like a couple.
Once inside his apartment, I can’t wait to get out of my heels. The nearest place to sit is on the edge of Jon’s bed, the closest room from the entry. I unbutton my black winter coat and put it on the floor next to the bed with my handbag. I sit on the bed, and groan as my feet are freed. My head spins a little as I lay back, the softness of the quilt beneath me like a warm hug after battling the cold wind—even if it was just the dash from the taxi to the front door. Jon unbuttons his coat and hangs it in his wardrobe. He flashes me a wide smile.
“Something amusing?” I ask.
“Not particularly.”
I pat the bed next to me. “Come here.” I want to find out if I can get past kissing while I have the guts to try. Thank you, red wine.
He slips off his shoes and crawls up beside me, leaning on his side.
“Thanks for dinner,” I say and then launch at him, sliding my hand behind his neck, pulling him half on top of me. I kiss him hard, my fingers entangled in the back of his hair, holding him firmly against me. I tease him by biting and sucking his soft lower lip. Our lips caress each other, and his hot tongue glides against mine as the urgency between us grows. In what feels like minutes, we are rendered breathless.
Slowly, he pulls away, and we catch our breath.
“Um, wow,” he says, and clears his throat.
The moment we stop, the gold threads in my top itch my skin. I sit up, and boldly peel the top off and launch it into the corner of the room. His eyes are all over me, feasting on my skin as I lay back down.
Jon hovers above me. The mood between us shifts up a gear. He hasn’t seen me in just a bra before. His gaze wanders down my torso. When his eyes come back to mine, I will him to touch me. I squirm beside him, snuggling in close. He brushes my hair away, and runs his finger along my jaw. Is he going to touch me?
His hands move down my neck, and my skin prickles with goose bumps. A groan slips from his lips as he caresses my breast, and I pull him down for another kiss. His chest labours as his hand eagerly continues to explore. Should I take off the bra? What will I be getting myself into if I do? I trust him, and I know if we go too far, and I’m not ready, he’ll stop.
I reach behind me and unclip my bra. Jon untangles it from my arms. The touch of his fingers against my bare breasts sends a shiver through to the bone. My nipples pucker as he teases them. Shifting beneath him, I pull his shoulder towards me so his full weight is on top of my body. For so long I’ve wanted just this: to have a man on top of me. My chest heaves in and out as we kiss again, his erection throbbing hard against me. Oh, God. I push my hips into him and rub back and forth, feeling the wetness between my legs. The tingling between my legs, and thoughts of my many daydreams has me close to orgasm. I guess this has been a long time coming. What a change to have an orgasm with someone else involved.
Jon groans loudly into my mouth as I move against him. His body shudders, and he pulls away from our kiss, eyes closed.
“No,” he gasps, ever so quietly, like I wasn’t meant to hear. He winces as he pulses against me.
What just happened?
Jon moves off me, and leaves the room. The bathroom door slams shut. My chest rises and falls, taking in much needed air as I stare at the dusty light fitting on the ceiling. What’s he doing?
Wait a minute. No. Did he just? Oh Jon, you poor guy! I can’t help but smile, knowing I had this effect on him. My smile quickly disappears. Jon must be mortified, and if he caught me smiling it would kill him. Water blasts in the bathroom, and the glass shower door bangs against its frame.
I guess it happens. He’s
I’m so glad we did this. It’s been nice to get out, and I guess, act more like a couple.
Once inside his apartment, I can’t wait to get out of my heels. The nearest place to sit is on the edge of Jon’s bed, the closest room from the entry. I unbutton my black winter coat and put it on the floor next to the bed with my handbag. I sit on the bed, and groan as my feet are freed. My head spins a little as I lay back, the softness of the quilt beneath me like a warm hug after battling the cold wind—even if it was just the dash from the taxi to the front door. Jon unbuttons his coat and hangs it in his wardrobe. He flashes me a wide smile.
“Something amusing?” I ask.
“Not particularly.”
I pat the bed next to me. “Come here.” I want to find out if I can get past kissing while I have the guts to try. Thank you, red wine.
He slips off his shoes and crawls up beside me, leaning on his side.
“Thanks for dinner,” I say and then launch at him, sliding my hand behind his neck, pulling him half on top of me. I kiss him hard, my fingers entangled in the back of his hair, holding him firmly against me. I tease him by biting and sucking his soft lower lip. Our lips caress each other, and his hot tongue glides against mine as the urgency between us grows. In what feels like minutes, we are rendered breathless.
Slowly, he pulls away, and we catch our breath.
“Um, wow,” he says, and clears his throat.
The moment we stop, the gold threads in my top itch my skin. I sit up, and boldly peel the top off and launch it into the corner of the room. His eyes are all over me, feasting on my skin as I lay back down.
Jon hovers above me. The mood between us shifts up a gear. He hasn’t seen me in just a bra before. His gaze wanders down my torso. When his eyes come back to mine, I will him to touch me. I squirm beside him, snuggling in close. He brushes my hair away, and runs his finger along my jaw. Is he going to touch me?
His hands move down my neck, and my skin prickles with goose bumps. A groan slips from his lips as he caresses my breast, and I pull him down for another kiss. His chest labours as his hand eagerly continues to explore. Should I take off the bra? What will I be getting myself into if I do? I trust him, and I know if we go too far, and I’m not ready, he’ll stop.
I reach behind me and unclip my bra. Jon untangles it from my arms. The touch of his fingers against my bare breasts sends a shiver through to the bone. My nipples pucker as he teases them. Shifting beneath him, I pull his shoulder towards me so his full weight is on top of my body. For so long I’ve wanted just this: to have a man on top of me. My chest heaves in and out as we kiss again, his erection throbbing hard against me. Oh, God. I push my hips into him and rub back and forth, feeling the wetness between my legs. The tingling between my legs, and thoughts of my many daydreams has me close to orgasm. I guess this has been a long time coming. What a change to have an orgasm with someone else involved.
Jon groans loudly into my mouth as I move against him. His body shudders, and he pulls away from our kiss, eyes closed.
“No,” he gasps, ever so quietly, like I wasn’t meant to hear. He winces as he pulses against me.
What just happened?
Jon moves off me, and leaves the room. The bathroom door slams shut. My chest rises and falls, taking in much needed air as I stare at the dusty light fitting on the ceiling. What’s he doing?
Wait a minute. No. Did he just? Oh Jon, you poor guy! I can’t help but smile, knowing I had this effect on him. My smile quickly disappears. Jon must be mortified, and if he caught me smiling it would kill him. Water blasts in the bathroom, and the glass shower door bangs against its frame.
I guess it happens. He’s
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