We stand in the drive way with his arms wrapped around me. "I didn't realize how short you are," he laughs. He has to stoop over just to rest his chin on the top of my head. "I'm usually wearing heels."
His arms, strong and steady are holding me tight against him. I breathe in his scent. That male spicy scent that only a few can carry off.
"Are you leaving?" he asks cautiously. I know that I have to, but I can't pull myself away from his arms. I've never met anyone that I connected to the way I did with him.
He runs his hand slowly down my arm and back up again. I can feel his fingertips walking up my back. He gets to my neck..and massages that one spot. I hear myself sigh, and he smiles. I feel his hands going through my hair. He buries his face into it. I feel his lips pressed against my scalp. Slowly he trails them down toward my ear.
He laughs as I tense, we had a conversation about this a couple weeks ago, before we even imagined anything starting, when we didn't consider being anything but friends. His mouth moves down my neck. He hasn't even kissed my mouth, and I can already feel my heartbeat getting faster. My breath starts to shudder.
Up my jawline...against my cheek...across my eyelids...then his mouth slowly takes mine. It's not a kick your heels up kiss; it's more like that safe sense of coming home. After hundreds of kisses, I playfully licked his lips. Our tongues played a cat and mouse game. Then I kicked my heel up.
I could feel the warmth between my legs growing. I pull away from him and smile . "Should we go inside?" I asked playfully.
"No." I stare at him. Did he really just say no? He laughs at me. "I know what you're thinking."
I'm still staring incredulously. "I want to take you inside. I want to feel you, to kiss you, to hold you, to make love to you. But not yet. There is more to us than sex. I want to explore that before we move farther." He punctuates each sentence with a kiss.
He walks me to my door...opens it for me...kisses me one more time..and turns and walks away. "I'll see you tomorrow," he calls out.
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Very good! Leave 'em wanting more....lol.
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