He was in the other room, finishing up some project or another for one of his classes, drowning out my TV sitcom with anime music. As I neared the end of this particular story, I took my laptop off my lap and placed it on the coffee table in front of me. Deciding I better check on my scatterbrained boyfriend, I got up and silently opened the door to the second bedroom, which we had converted into an office.
There he sat at his desk, project open on his computer, fiddling with one of his headphones. Quietly, ever so quietly, I snuck up behind him, licked my finger, and stuck it in his ear. He jumped with surprise and twirled around in his chair, grabbing me by the waist.
“You sneaker! You little shoe!” he exclaimed as he glared playfully at me, his large hands tightening their grip on my waist.
“You were zoning!” I cried, desperate to save myself from what I knew was coming. Then I saw the look, the devilish gleam in his eyes, and I knew I was done for. He tickled me mercilessly, grinning as I whimpered and giggled and squirmed under his hands. It wasn’t fair, he was only ticklish in his armpits, and I couldn’t even reach those.
“Do you surrender?” he asked in his baritone voice with a wicked grin. I was gasping for air, so I couldn’t speak. “I’ll take that as your surrender then,” he said with a smirk, as he released me from his iron grip.
I harrumphed out of the room while he chuckled, returning to his work. Back out in the living room I plopped down on the couch and picked up my computer, pouting. I hated losing, but he was stronger than me, and hardly ticklish at all, certainly not enough for me to win a tickle fight.
Having finished the previous story I was reading, I backed out of that page and selected another story with a similar plot and the same characters. Reading these stories while he was still working were my indulgences for the day, my little bit of alone time, and I took full advantage. My eyes scanned the page as I read a heated story between two of my favorite characters from a book I had recently finished. Finding this story boring and poorly written, I backed out of the page, setting my computer down again, and sighing in boredom. I sprang to my feet, deciding to go bother him again.
Treading quietly up to his chair, I placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck as I massaged his shoulders. He sighed in appreciation and leaned his head back for a kiss. I pecked his lips lightly, but then he turned around in his chair, standing up and wrapping his arms around me, squeezing me tight. I hugged him back, burying my nose in his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled good, clean, but a tad musky. I relaxed into his arms. He ran his right hand lightly over my hair, while his left hand reached for my chin to softly guide my head upwards, so my lips would meet his.
I always loved kissing him. His lips met mine softly, caressing them. His hands glided down my sides to rest on my waist, while my arms went to wrap around his neck. Tightening his hold on my waist he pulled me closer, and I increased the pressure on his lips. Matching my passion he pulled me even closer. It was a never ending circle until we were kissing passionately; our bodies flush against each other.
Suddenly my tongue flicked forward, softly swiping his lower lip. He parted his lips in response, granting me entrance. My tongue slowly swept over his and his plunged into my mouth, earning a light moan from me. I felt something pulse against my stomach causing me to gasp, breaking the kiss.
“Well, hi there,” I chuckled, glancing down. “Someone’s excited.” He smiled sheepishly and shrugged, leaning in to kiss me again. “Jon,” I whispered lightly, as his lips hovered only a breath away from mine. “You have work to do.” I attempted to break free of his hold on me, and he reluctantly let go.
“You’re right,” he admitted, but suddenly, with a smirk, he pulled me closer, tickling me. He really was stalling, but my mind was stuck. I could either leave and let him work, which I really needed to do, or stay and let him ravish me, which I knew I wanted but he had to have this project finished by morning. I whimpered and squirmed as he tickled me, and I felt him pulse again.
“My noises really aren’t helping here, are they?”
That caused him to loosen his hold on me slightly. “No they’re not,” he said with a light chuckle and a shake of his head.
“No more kisses, Jon. You have to work.” He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head away. ”No.” So he tried again which made me laugh. “No, Jon!” Then he slowly leaned down to kiss me; his lips stopping centimeters from mine, trying to lure me into kissing him. His nose lightly brushed mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. My mind fogged, and the only thing I could even think about is how close he was to me. My whole body began to tingle, coming alive.
“You realize if you kiss me now we probably won’t stop,” I murmured in a breathy whisper, not wanting him to stop but knowing he needed to at the same time.
“I know,” he murmured in a soft growl, finally pressing his lips to mine. Flames ignited within me as I struggled to grip him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair. One of his hands went lower to grip my butt, pulling me up on my tip toes and even closer to him. Tongues met instantaneously, tangling in a fiery passion.
My brain went to jelly inside my skull. Something inside me was screaming, this had to stop, he had work to do. Against the instincts that were telling me to let him have me, to submit to this burning deep in my core, I pulled away. His hands remained on me, tracing the curve along my side from my ribcage to my hips, making it hard for me to stand, distracting my brain from the words I’d worked so hard to form.
“You realize we’re beginning an intricate dance that only has one end?” I asked, attempting to gain back both my breath and my mental function.
“And that one end is where your hips dissolve into nothing?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Well...” I let out a breathy giggle. “I would’ve put it more… eloquently.”
“So how would you have put it then?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my lips again.
“If you keep doing that my brain won’t function well enough to tell you.” He stopped his descent, his lips pausing just over mine. I could feel his hot breath on my mouth, jumbling up my words. “Um… I,” I stammered. I swallowed and tried to regain my composure. “I would’ve said something like an explosion of extreme heat and passion.”
“Sounds about right,” he said as his lips collided with mine once more. I was a goner the moment he kissed me. I had no more resistance and he knew it. This kiss was just as passionate as the last and he pulled away after a moment, looking deep into my eyes.
“You’re looking at me like you would a steak,” I said with a giggle. He cocked his head at me in confusion so I sighed and explained, “You look hungry.”
“I feel hungry,” he said in response, his voice raspy, his blue eyes smoldering into mine.