“I’ll stop then.”
“About time,” she teases, and I realise how happy I am in her company, at her house, with her body on mine – I’m even willing to hurt myself, just a little, hoping that it doesn’t hurt her too much.
I tighten my grip on her butt; my hands are buried under the waistband of her trousers, tracing along the lace of her underwear. Her skin is smooth under my fingers, and she tugs on my hair, looking for my mouth.
I know what she’s trying to do, but I can’t. Not yet. Not now.
I’m not ready.
My hands climb up her back, sliding around to the front, desperate to stop her in her tracks.
“Fuck,” I breathe, as my hands reach her bare breasts.
The longing to touch her is suffocating me – almost as much as the longing to be inside her, right now.
Christine lets go of my hair and grabs my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. She lets her eyes slide over my bare chest, and then her hands are all over me.
She’s touching me.
And I don’t want her to stop.
Her fingers are tracing along the lines of my abs, lightly but thoroughly. I watch her as she writes a new chapter onto my skin, one that’ll be impossible to forget. One that will always stay imprinted onto my body.
“Fuck,” she says, and we both start to laugh.
My God, what is this woman?
The laughter slowly dies down and, before I can do anything, Christine lifts off her top, which follows mine onto the floor.
I look at her eyes, her mouth, her flushed face. Her chest, panting in an attempt to regain some oxygen. I throw myself onto her, delving my head into her neck in desperation. I inhale her skin, an uncontrollable excitement coursing through me.
I bury my head between her breasts and inhale again. The scent of a woman – a woman who I want desperately, right now – takes over me. I want my body to brush against every inch of her skin.
I take her breasts in my hands and bring them to my mouth, pinching a nipple between my fingers and circling it with my lips.
My tongue caresses her, sucking at her.
Fuck. I want more.
Christine grabs fistfuls of my hair and pulls my face into her skin.
She wants more, too.
I taste her, bite her, eat her.
I can’t bear it anymore.
I want her right now.
I turn over, laying her down quickly on the sofa and pinning her there with my body, pushing my erection between her legs.
I brush a hand between her thighs, sliding down into the waistband of her trousers.
“God, Christine…”
She arches her hips towards my hand, impatient to feel me inside her. I’m too far gone – I could never stop after just a taste.
I get up quickly, pulling her trousers down hungrily. I hurriedly unbutton my jeans and pull them just over my hips, as she watches me, her cheeks on fire and her eyes full of desire.
