“Oh, you’re home,” she called as I closed the front door. “Sit down, let me get you a drink.”
I sat in the recliner, as instructed. A smile played over my lips as her hand slid over my shoulder, up my neck to my cheek, and pushed my face around. As her fingers touched my lips, I kissed them while turning to see the sight before me.
Her eyes, black holes, surrounded by swirling bright blue accretion disks, the twin stars that sucked me powerlessly to her. My smile broadened, I had fallen into them every time I had seen them and will do so forevermore. Spaghetti-fied and entangled with her heart and soul, dancing forever on the event horizon. To an outsider our love would look motionless, to us, it was a joy unparalleled that would last until the last star burnt out.
Her smile, warm and wide, reached her eyes. Her red lips parted a little as her tongue licked along them tasting our connection, ready to devour my soul. Her hair, in bunches, tied with ribbons, held away from her neck. A neck so soft, so delicate and vulnerable, offered to me to take, to protect, to claim as my own. I could not help but smile back at her.
She placed a drink in my hand, I heard the ice rattle as our lips touched. A fleeting touch, we pulled back and looked at each other. After all the time flirting, after all the false starts and now, after all the time we had been together; I still could not believe I was there with her.
My free hand touched her cheek, fingers first, then I placed my palm flat against it. Looking into her eyes, I said, “I have always loved you.”
“I know,” she replied as she pulled away. “I have always known, our souls called out, screaming for the other, needing the other. When you reached out, our hearts touched and they knew, I knew and eventually, you bloody idiot, you caught up.”
She had walked around in front of me through this exchange and now stood with her hands on her hips, shaking her head. I shrugged and looked at her with a half-smile, and a giggle escaped her lips.
I leant forward, reaching past her and put my drink on the table she was standing in front of. Instead of sitting back, I put my hands on the backs of her legs and slid them up, under her skirt. Cupping her bum, I pulled her hips forward and kissed her belly. As I kissed, my hands moved to the button of her skirt, but she put her hand over them and stopped me.
Putting her hand under my chin and lifting it, she leant over and kissed my lips. Pushing a leg between mine and resting her knee on the seat, she whispered, “Let me slip into nothing, for you.”
She stood back up and her skirt fell to the floor, I had not seen her undo it. I looked up to admonish her, but she had started to undo her blouse. Pulling it off her shoulders and letting it drop onto her skirt on the floor. She leant back against the chair and as her knee slid forward, pushing against me, she felt the reaction that she had come to know so well.
Then she leant down, putting her hands on the back of the chair, teasing her boobs in front of me. Every cell in my body screamed to reach up or lean forward, to take them for me. She would have loved that, welcomed my touch, but I knew the anticipation could drive her wild.
I lay my head back and she pushed back on the chair, leaning down and letting our lips touch again, opening this time. I probed against her lips, pushed past them and explored her mouth. Her lips closed against me, sucking my tongue further into her mouth. I felt a hand slide down my chest, over my stomach and between my legs.
Her raised eyebrows asked the question her lips could not, ‘Hard already?’
The throb she felt under her caress was the only response I needed to give, ‘I was got hard when I heard your voice the first time and every time since then.’
My hands slid up her thighs, we shivered together relishing each other’s touch. As I curved my fingers around her cheeks and pulled them apart, I pushed my fingers deeper as they moved higher. Onto the bottom of her back, I pushed my fingers under the waistband of her knickers, back down over her bum and down her legs.
Breaking our kiss, her whimper made me smirk, “What was it I said?” I asked.
“That I don’t need them,” she let out a little snort as she bowed her head in mock apology.
There was a glint in her eye, there always has been, but this was the glint that matched the smirk on her lips. Her inner brat was surfacing, she did try to hold it back, she loved the anticipation and the games. I was in serious danger of losing myself to her, of falling into her everything; it was a risk every time I spoke to her or saw her. A risk I gladly took and a danger I would willingly lose to. As our lips touched once more, I felt the passion arc between us like lightning.
Her knickers were at her knees, stopped by the one resting on the chair. I placed my left hand on the inside of her left leg, moving higher, pulling back from her kiss. When my hand reached the apex of her legs, I felt her heat and moisture against my fingers, one by one as they brushed over her. She licked her lips, her tongue telling me of her anticipation. Pushing my hand forward, parting my fingers, they went either side of her, causing her to whine. The heel of my hand pushed against her mound, pushing her back, away from me.
“Hmmph.”
“Don’t ‘hmmph’ me!” I told her, as her knickers joined the growing pile on the floor.
She snorted, before saying, “I’m dreadfully sorry.”
I bit my lip as I stood up, my left hand pulling from between her legs, closing my fingers to pinch against her clit and give it a little tug. Up, over her belly, looking her in the eye, I turned my hand and started to move it up. It slid between her boobs, over her bra; catching my thumb underneath one boob, lifting it and letting it drop, making her giggle. Trying to keep a straight face was getting harder.
With my hand flat on her chest, my thumb rested on one collar bone and my fingers on the other, I wrapped my other arm around her pulling her close. She leant in looking for a kiss, I wanted to feel her lips against mine, but held back, pulling her closer. Walking my fingers down her back, a thumb one side of her bra, fingers on the other. Squeezing them, I felt the catch pop and the straps come loose.
Pushing with my thumb, so that she turned a little, then pressing with my whole hand, I walked her backwards. She did not hesitate, trusting me to keep her from tripping or bumping into anything. Her eyes did not leave mine, mine could not leave hers, they were locked in synchronous orbit, feeding each other and feeding from each other. From the edge of my vision, I saw her swallow and I licked my lips in my own anticipation; the wolf tasting the scent of its prey on the air.
When she touched the worksurface she stopped and her hands slid up my front, tugging at my top. I put my hands on her shoulders and slid her straps off. Admiring the view as her boobs are finally revealed to me, framed by her bra caught in the hook of her elbows. As she pulled my top up, over my head, I gripped her sides and slid my hands up, letting my thumbs brush fleetingly over her nipples.
I kept pushing up her arms and her final item of clothing fell to the floor with my top. Back along her arms, over her shoulders, my hands come together around her neck. As I was doing this, her hands dropped to my waist, undoing my trousers, pushing them and my boxers over my hips.
She looked at me with a twitch of an eyebrow as if to say, ‘What are you going to do now?’
Fingertips touching at the back of her neck, thumbs at the front, she gave a little gasp. I pushed up slowly, my thumbs drawing the line of her chin. As my fingers traced the edge of her ears, my thumbs moved over her lips, teasing her. She opened her mouth, trying to bite or suck and her eyes lit up as I pulled back again; this time taking a moment to step out of my clothes and kick them to the side.
“Tease,” she complained but still smiling.
My hands closed together, behind her head, thumbs playing with her ears, I pulled her to me. Our lips touched once more; her tongue pushed into my mouth. I felt her breathing into my mouth and inhaled her. With fingertips only, maybe even just nails, I moved down either side of her spine, feeling each disk as I went, finally pulling her against me. She wrapped me in her arms, pulling me against her, almost as if she were trying to merge our bodies.
“I want to press my boobies against your chest,” she whispered into my mouth.