I can’t keep my hands off of him as he throws open the door to his apartment and ushers me inside.
My arms go up and around his neck and he pulls his jacket off and tosses it to the floor. He reaches both hands up to cup my cheeks, his lips exploring mine in a torrid rush of heat.
He pushes my back against the wall of the front hallway, then moves his hand down to help me out of my coat. His fingertips explore the soft curves of my sweater, caressing me and touching me in a way that builds a swelling need between my thighs.
There’s entirely too much fabric between us still, and I want it off so I can touch his hard body and his warm skin. In all our making out so far, we’ve stayed completely above clothes and mainly just spent hours kissing.
But I want so much more tonight.
All I can think about is exploring him, tasting him, feeling his hands all over me.
I grab his shirt into my fist and kneed his back, pulling him closer. I pull the shirt up and slide my other hand under, moaning at the warmth of his skin on my palm. He mirrors my movements, slipping his hand beneath the edge of my sweater and running his hands up and down across my back.
It’s nowhere near enough.
I push him away and cross my arms over my body, reaching for the bottom of my sweater. In one swift motion, I pull the sweater over my head, our eyes locked the entire time. Slowly, hungrily, he lets his eyes travel downward. His breath is fast and shallow as he takes in my barely-covered breasts.
I step forward and tug at the edge of his shirt, pulling it upward. He finishes the task, in a crossing and uncrossing of his arms, his face disappearing only for a brief moment as his shirt disappears, revealing the rock solid cut of muscles underneath.
His stomach and chest move with the force of his breath and when I reach out to run my finger along the trail of fine blond hair leading downward, his breath hitches and his stomach trembles.
He grips my hand tightly and pulls me toward the bedroom. We leave a trail of clothing as we kiss our way down the hall. My skirt. His jeans. Boots. Shoes. Socks.
By the time we are standing beside the bed, we’re down to nothing more than underwear.
I reach for the light switch, but he shakes his head.
“I want to see you,” he says.
I bite my lower lip. I definitely want to see him, too, but I’m nervous about feeling so vulnerable in front of him. Now that we’ve reached the point where the more intimate touching naturally begins, I’m drawing back, scared of these feelings swelling within me.
My legs tremble and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to draw in a complete breath.
He approaches me slowly, tenderly. He pushes my hair back from my face and with a touch as soft as a whisper, he runs his fingertips down my cheeks, my neck, and over the swell of my breasts. He navigates to my back and unhooks my bra, then brings his hands to my shoulders, slowly pushing the straps down and off until my chest is bare.
My nipples harden as his eyes flash with desire.
He continues his soft exploration, moving his hands up and around my breasts, then over the top of my nipples. I moan and let my lips fall apart. My chest thumps with every beat of my pounding heart.
I stand there, still on the outside but pulsing with need on the inside, as he moves his hands lower. My head falls back as he drags his fingers across my hips and down my thighs.
He steps closer and the warmth of his body radiates toward me. Parts of him touch me, but he doesn’t press. He leaves enough space for his hands to continue caressing me.
I can’t keep mine still any longer, so I lift them up to his body, touching him with the same tenderness he’s shown me.
Desire grows between us, swelling like a giant wave headed toward the shore.
And when his fingers finally, mercifully, slide between my thighs and slip into the wetness there, the wave breaks over us and we are lost to it.
His mouth finds mine and as he presses his body against me, I’m overwhelmed with a thousand beautiful sensations. His hands rubbing me. My breasts pressing against his chest. Our lips tasting each other. The length of him expanding against me, growing harder with every touch.
I bring my trembling hand up to stroke him and he breaths in, his body tensing. A low sound forms deep in his chest and he drives his fingers inside of me.
I have lost control and inhibition. I am reduced to want and need and the beautiful ache between my legs.
When he lays me down across the bed, I swallow hard, my eyes drinking in the sight of his body as he stands there naked in front of me.
He reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulls out a condom. My breath is heavy and my legs writhe against the sheets as I watch him stretch it over the length of him. He looks up and our eyes meet. There’s a thrilling charge in the air between us. A magnetic pull that draws us together.
He moves onto the bed, his hands resting on my knees, then slowly spreading my thighs to give him access. His eyes devour me and I lift my hand to my face, embarrassed and aroused at the same time.
He opens me wider, then positions himself above me. He takes my hand in his and moves it away from my face. Up and over my head.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he says. His voice is gruff and I realize this is the first we’ve talked since we walked in the door of his apartment.
He takes my mouth with his, passion surging with each new kiss.
I hook my legs around his hips and lift up toward him, wanting him more than I ever knew was possible.
I feel the tip of him at the edge of my wetness and I moan. I bury my hands in his hair and pull him closer, filled with something beyond need. Something more. As if my survival depended on it.
When he enters me, he moves slowly. I open my mouth against his, inhaling as my body stretches to accommodate him. He teases me, moving in and out at the edge of my sex, never quite giving me his entire length until I cry out and bite his shoulder, my mind spinning.
Finally, he reaches the end of his restraint and thrusts deeper, our bodies becoming one. We move in unison, finding a rhythm that quickens and becomes more desperate with each push.
Pleasure builds within me as he enters me and I dig my fingers into his back. I feel him tense and together, we tumble over the edge in a moment of complete surrender and release.
We hold each other long after we’ve climaxed, letting our breathing slow and our heartbeats pulse against each other’s skin. He showers me with soft kisses and I trace lazy circles on his glistening skin.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies spent and trembling.