I pull up the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it over his stomach and letting my hands explore his skin. He's warm and tightly muscled, and so much more solid than any of the men I've been with in the past. They seem like boys in comparison. I keep tugging his shirt until he gets the hint and rips it over his head and tosses it onto the floor. My hands slide over his pecs and down to his ribs, and I learn by touch what I saw that day he was wearing a towel.
"Are you keeping your shirt on?" he asks, a little breathlessly. "I don't know the sleepover rules."
"The rules of conduct state that shirts are optional for all participants," I say, trying to sound official, but I'm too breathless to be convincing.
It's impossible to get my shirt off when I'm lying on top of him so I sit up, and he follows suit, scooting his back against the headboard. Then he repositions me so that I'm straddling his lap and together we pull my t-shirt over my head. The standard black racerback bra I have on is nothing special because who the hell knew I'd end up here tonight? Seth seems to find it enticing nonetheless.
He runs the fingers of his right hand under my bra strap, from my shoulder down to the cup. Then he traces along the edges of the fabric and dips his fingers inside.
"I really wish I had both hands working right now."
I want to tell him he's doing just fine with one, but I have no words. When he starts stroking my nipple with his thumb, I close my eyes, not wanting him to see how far gone I am already. There's a pulsing heat building between my thighs, and I can't believe how turned on I am when we're only getting started. When I open my eyes, he's watching me with a half-smile, like he enjoys driving me crazy, but can barely hold himself back from devouring me.
Our lips find each other again, and this time there is nothing slow or tender about our kisses. We are consuming each other, like we did in the barn, and the flame is turned up to high. The reasoning regions of my brain go dark while the animalistic areas light up. My pelvis grinds against his as if I can't get enough of his skin, his mouth, his everything. I can feel him growing hard against me, and this only thrills me more.
However I imagined it would be with Seth, it's better. He tastes as good as he smells, he feels even better than he looks. We go on like this for what might be minutes or hours, perfecting the rhythm of our kisses and pushing each other toward what will be a spectacular finish, if we let it go all the way.
Without a rational thought in my head, I feel my fingers reaching for the button on his jeans. In response, he groans and his hands begin pulling at the top of my shorts.
"Wait," I say, suddenly cognizant of what we're about to do.
"What's wrong?" He immediately pulls his hands away from my body.
I climb off of his lap and sit down beside him on the bed. My breathing is ragged, and I take a moment to regroup. If things go any further, we're going to be naked and looking for a condom, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
"We're getting really carried away here," I say. "Maybe we should slow down a little."
My bare skin is chilly now that's he's not under me, keeping me warm. I consider grabbing my shirt, but it appears to be somewhere across the room.
He takes a couple deep breaths before saying, "Okay."
I try to convince my thinking brain to turn on again.
"It's not that I don't want to, but..."
He nods and sits up higher on the bed, and I move next to him. My bra is still on, and my skin is flushed pink. All of the sudden, I feel more exposed than I did a second ago when he had his hands all over me.
"I understand," he says softly.
My heart bangs inside my chest, and I sling one of my legs over his.
"This is happening really quickly."
We both know that I don't mean the speed of what's happening in this bed. It's the way our feelings have turned and sprinted in a new direction.
"I know." He runs his hand down my thigh and over my knee.
The effect his hands have on me is beyond reason. Immediately, I want to reverse my "no sex tonight" vote.
"Then again, I'm leaving soon so maybe we should just go for it."
"No," he says, continuing to rub my leg like he has no idea that it's driving me wild. "We should wait."
"It sucks that I'm leaving so soon. We wasted so much time hating each other."
"Let's not talk about you leaving. Let's talk about our date instead."
"Okay." I twine my fingers through his because if I let his caresses continue, I'm going to rip his pants off. "Where do you want to go?"
