She sat across the couch from him.
He looked up at her and in an instant, a sense of awareness bloomed in his eyes.
“You’re sitting all the way over there, you should probably come closer.”
She sighed a soft moan in rebellion, and merely stretched her leg out towards him. She touched his leg with her foot.
“You should … stay over there, actually.”
Why was she so breathless?
He paused his web surfing only for a second. She saw him calculate her response, at which he mindlessly went back to browsing and grabbed her ankle.
She winced in pleasure at his hand tracking slowly up her calf. She couldn't help but whimper a little. She saw the smile spread across his face as she did.
He put his phone down on the table and grabbed her other leg. In one, swift movement he pulled her across the couch and onto his lap.
Her breathe had caught and all she could do was sit silently and stare. An electric charge had shot through her the moment he settled her onto his lap and she was reeling.
“Because … I can’t breathe. Or think … with you this close.”
“Is it lethal?” His arms were wrapped around her now. No escape. But why would she want to?
He began to bury his face in her neck, “Does it have to be solved with distance, or can I do this?” He laid his lips on her neck and moved down. Down to the end of the V-neck of her shirt that so graciously allowed for him to be generous.
She let out a low, soft gasp and tentatively laid her hands on his shoulders. He nipped on his way back up the opposite side of her neck.
He went up to her ear and nibbled.
"Tell me what I'm allowed to do 'Gina."
She had to find air. Air meant oxygen to the brain. Oxygen to the brain meant brain function. Brain function meant thought. Thought lead to logic.
What was she doing again?
She gazed at him dizzily. She took a few breathes before she kissed him, full and whole-heartedly. His hands twitched at her back in surprise, but only for a moment. Despite all the kisses they shared, it always sent a jolt through them both without fail.
He slid her shirt out of the neat tuck they were and slid his hands up her bare skin. She kissed him deeper in reply.
She had no idea what to do. Usually just a kiss would send her over the edge. What if he was actually allowed further access?
It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to have her, it’s just that she had no idea that kind of euphoria existed in life.
He laid her down, wrapped her legs around him.
Good gracious take me now.
He moved to her neck, “Let me know if I need to stop, ok?” and moved down slowly.
She moaned, “Mmmm . . . . mkay . . . . “
Blessings of kisses were rained upon her body. He slipped up her shirt to kiss her stomach. An inadvertent gasp escaped her. He did it a good more times before she sighed his name.
“I like that you’re sensitive there. It’ll make this more fun.”
