His hands run down my spine, creating shivers as they go, and then settle firmly on my backside. He pulls me even closer to him, and I arch my body toward his, letting him know that this is exactly what I want. What started out as a relatively chaste kiss quickly gets downright hot and dirty. We're in a slow grind, and, I've had all I can take without tearing his clothing off under these hideous fluorescent lights.
I push my hands against his chest and press away from him. "Upstairs. Now."
We gallop up the three flights to my apartment, and while I fumble to get my keys into the lock, he rests his hands on my hips and presses his mouth to my neck. His warm breath and soft lips have a detrimental effect on my motor skills, and my keys clatter to the floor. I can't help but lean my body back against his, his warmth spreading through me. His kisses become love bites as they travel down my neck, and instead of picking up my keys, I spin around and capture his lips with mine. We slide back into deep kisses, but all too soon, he pulls away.
"I wasn't done with that neck."
Picking up where he left off, he focuses on the nape of my neck then moves down to my clavicle. Right when I think I can't get any more stirred up, his mouth finds the little bit of cleavage at the top of my dress. I make a little tortured chirp in my throat and tell my legs to stop quavering.
His hands move up to cup my breasts and stroke my nipples over the thin material of my dress, and my back arches to encourage him. My own hands travel to where I imagine I'll find the button to his shorts, and that's when I realize we need to take things inside.
"Wait," I say in a wheezy voice. His hands freeze. "Get inside, now, before my neighbors see the very indecent things I'm going to do to you."
I squat down to retrieve the keys, unlock the door and fling it open.
"Yes, m'am." Seth strides through the open door first, for once forgoing his gentlemanly ways.
I slam the door behind us, and our hands and lips find each other again in the darkness of my apartment. There's a sliver of yellow light coming from my bedroom, beckoning us toward it. I tug him in that direction by the waistband, as we continue our furtive kissing. Even though my bedroom is only a few feet from the front door, he doesn't make it there without losing his shirt, which is the victim of my shaking, but determined hands.
I run my fingertips greedily across his thick shoulders and down his arms, feeling him shudder under my touch. As we kiss, I lean up against the doorjamb to my room, like I'm too lust drunk to stand up, and Seth fumbles with the bow on the outside of my mini-skirted wrap dress, letting it fall open. He whispers a swear word when he realizes there's another closure holding it in place, and slips his fingers inside the dress to undo it. I tremble with anticipation as he works, feeling like one of those ears of corn having its silks stripped away. He slides the dress off me completely, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet, then reaches to undo the front clasp on my bra. It snaps open, and I shake the lacy fabric from my shoulders, letting it spin to the floor. His eyes darken as he drinks me in.
"You are so sexy."
Instead of feeling shy or self-conscious, I feel emboldened by his appreciation of my body.
"So are you." I pivot, place my palms on his bare chest and push him through my bedroom doorway.
We careen into my room as we resume kissing, my hands groping for his remaining clothing. I hear him take in a sharp breath as I fumble to unbutton and unzip his shorts, pulling them to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs.
I take a moment to admire the parts of his body I've never seen, and I'm nearly speechless. The word "wow" comes out more like a breath.
Seth laughs. "Well, thanks, I think."
"It was a compliment," I assure him, trying to take another peek.
It's nearly impossible to see anything down below because his hands are in the way, sliding my panties down my legs. As soon as they're off, I'm in his arms and we tumble onto the bed, me on my back and him resting above me on his elbows. Suddenly, he slows down and gazes at me, a grin on his face. There's something both tender and wolfish in his eyes, and I try to pull him toward me. I want him inside me so badly that it's a need rather than a want at this point. I need that connection to him, to be one with him after all this time apart.
"Wait," he says, pulling back. "I want to make you feel amazing."
"Everything you're already doing is amazing," I say, running my hands over his chest.
He kisses my breasts softly, giving each one its turn, then flicks my nipples with his tongue. My hands fist into his hair, and I'm fairly sure my eyes are rolling back in my head with pleasure. When he begins biting me gently, I start begging, please, please, please, although I'm so out of my mind that I'm unable to explain what I need. It should be obvious from the fact that my lower half won't stop writhing on the bed.
My gyrations must clarify things for him because he trails his kisses down my abdomen, taking his time as he travels south. He skips over the obvious pleasure zone and moves down to my thighs, gently easing my legs apart as he kisses them. I never realized that my inner thighs were so sensitive to touch until Seth's mouth is on them. Every little kiss sets a fire.
Then he moves between my legs and finds my sweet spot, and his tongue strokes me gently as a satisfied murmur hums in his throat. He moves slowly, like he has all the time in the world to lap me up like a bowl of milk. Apparently, he wants me to die from prolonged arousal.
After spreading me wider, he slides his fingers inside me, and my body bucks in response.
I grab at the sheets, my words sounding like a moan. "Seth…yes…”
"This feels good?”
“Do. Not. Stop.”
He touches me with one hand first, tenderly exploring to see what gets a response—
a quickening of the breath, a gasp of pleasure. Just when I think it cannot get any better than this, he uses both of his hands, reaching places that I don't have names for. I let the delicious feelings he's creating build and build, until my legs are quivering and I'm calling out his name. I'm at the top of the wave, teetering on the crest and one more touch will push me over...
