Christina looked undecided when I slowly leaned in and kissed her. This time she didn’t pull away but she didn’t kiss me back either.
Carefully caressing her face, I deepened my kiss and felt her respond a little.
Enough, a voice of reason said in the back of my mind while parts of me wanted to roll on top of her and sink myself inside her.
I pulled back and looked at her. “How was that?”
Christina touched her lips and drew a deep breath as if suddenly remembering that she had to breathe.
“That was…”
“What?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then maybe I need to do it aga…” I was already kissing her again and letting my hand slide up and down her arm, getting closer to her breast. This time she raised her arm and touched my shoulder, which made instant heat spread down my spine. It was all the acceptance I needed to do what I’d always wanted to try. My fingers weaved into her hair and when my hand was behind her neck, I opened my mouth and licked her upper lip. Her eyes had been closed but they flew open and she gasped, opening her mouth just enough for me to enter and touch her tongue with mine. I’m sure she would have pulled back if she could, but my hand was in position to keep her in place and I didn’t budge. I had read about French kissing and longed to experience what it would feel like.
Christina
You can’t be an archeologist if you’re not curious by nature. By definition you’re digging to find secrets and understand how people used to live. I had come to the Northlands in the hope of finding a library full of information. Instead I was experiencing with my own body what I had never known in my own life. Boulder was like a time traveler who didn’t know what living in the year 2437 meant. He broke laws every day with his improper use of language and disregard for my warnings not to read emotionally provocative books, but then, the laws didn’t apply to the Nmen, who had their own set of rules to live by.
My first reaction when I was forced to marry Boulder was to have him take me to the border. The only reason I didn’t ask him was the thought of all the “I told you so” comments I would be facing back home and the fact that there was still so much more to learn from this place.
Boulder wasn’t the monster of an Nman I’d been warned against. He wasn’t pinning me down and forcing his will on me, and his raw masculinity didn’t frighten me as it had in the beginning.
I had let him kiss me out of curiosity and now his tongue playfully touched mine like an invitation to a dance. It was highly unhygienic of course, but I’d read about this old custom and knew that some couples still did it in private. Lara Croft wouldn’t shy away from a hands-on experience like this and neither would Indiana Jones. I could be brave like them and see it as an experiment.
Slowly I pushed back against his tongue with my own, circling it, and starting a new and exciting dance of ours. Boulder tightened his grip on the back of my head and lifted his broken arm up before he rolled on top of me. I didn’t mean our kiss to get this far, but I didn’t stop him either when he pushed my legs apart with his knees, while still kissing me.
It’s okay, he’s wearing pajama pants and I have my long t-shirt and underwear on; nothing is going to happen,I calmed myself.
“It feels so good,” Boulder moaned into my mouth and ground himself against me.
He’s hard!The thought both frightened and excited me, and I couldn’t decide if my body was burning hot because of all the heat he was throwing off or because the situation aroused me. I’d fantasized about being in a situation like this, but not with someone like him.
“Remember we’re not going to have sex,” I said to make sure we were on the same page.
“Uh-huh,” he said and kissed my jaw.
Growing bolder, I let my hands explore his strong torso and didn’t protest when he pulled his t-shirt over his head. I’d never seen him topless and was fascinated by his hard muscles.
He tugged at my t-shirt, silently asking me to take it off, but I shook my head and was grateful when he didn’t pressure me further.
Boulder planted kisses down my neck, my jawline, my nose and I got the feeling he was exploring like me. And all the while he was grinding against me, simulating intercourse.
“Ahh!” I couldn’t help the small eruption of a moan because it felt good.
“You like it?” he whispered into my ear and gently bit my earlobe.
“A little,” I admitted.
“And this?” he asked and took me by surprise when he lifted my thighs around his waist and made a long circular movement with his hips. Tingles and moist heat spread in my lower parts and my breathing became faster. He looked enormous, towering over me with eyes full of lust.
“I want you so fucking bad, Christina,” he growled and pressed against me, holding himself up on his elbows.
For a long moment, we looked into each other’s eyes and I knew he was silently asking me to make love to him, but that was a whole different experiment that I wasn’t ready for.
“I like kissing,” I said and gave him a small smile.
