She didn’t watch baseball unless it was highlights from games I happened to play well in.
She hated cell phones.
She still had a landline.
The list was endless and I stored each detail in a sacred compartment.
“Tell me what you’re feeling right now,” I whispered in the dimness of my bedroom.
Kit sucked in the oxygen between us.
“Umm–”
I waited, anticipating the reveal of her thoughts.
“I’d like to be honest in this moment. In this space.”
“You should always be honest, sweet baby.”
“I know– but sometimes that’s easier said than done. Not that I’d lie, but withhold inform–”
“Don’t. Not ever, Kit. Tell me…always.”
She released the air she’d taken in, deflating her chest and lungs.
“Besides utter vulnerability, there’s a very intense desire that is causing an ache between my legs. I’m stuck between feeding the hunger my body is expressing and simply closing my eyes and falling asleep,” she admitted, squeezing her eyes together tightly.
It was apparent she could hardly believe the words that had come from her mouth. Confessing to her desires to feel me inside of her must’ve felt so right and so wrong at once.
“Which will feel best?” I followed up with.
“Exploring my appetite.”
She could sleep later. We both would.
“Then, allow me.”
As I ended my statement, I lifted from the bed. Simultaneously, I pushed her body backward on the mattress until her back was flat against it. The sleeves of her dress were the first to fall under my command. I pulled the stretchable material down her body, exposing her pebbled nipples.
Shit, sweet baby.
She squirmed beneath me as the pressure between her legs mounted. I slid the fabric down her stomach to reveal the black lace of her panties. I halted, momentarily, to collect myself.
The things I’m going to do you, Kit. She had no earthly idea, because earth would be the furthest from her thoughts once I was finished with her.
When my movements continued, I managed to remove the dress completely. From above, I surveyed her carefully.
Still, sweet baby. I’m studying.
Her anatomy was first on my syllabus. Once I completed the first part of my curriculum, I continued to the next lesson.
Physics.
I laid a hand on her breast, waiting to see how she’d react to my touch.
“Umm–”
Her mouth slacked and her spine curled as she moaned.
