I’m at the kitchen sink, washing wine glasses. You come up behind me and place both of your hands on the counter, caging me in place. We keep talking. Nothing serious. Nothing sexual. Just continuing the conversation, but with your body so close, I can’t follow. I keep asking you to repeat yourself. The heat of you. It’s electric. You’re too close, I’m flustered. I wipe one hand down my body to dry it off before I run it through my hair and toss it to one side exposing my neck. My pulse begins to quicken. You smile.
You keep your distance, you’re not touching me, but you’re too close! Whenever you speak I can feel your breath against my neck. It tickles and sends chills down my spine. I want to feel your body. It’s too much, the pressure, the need, how quickly it turned on. How much it wants. I instinctively lean back, trying to close the space, you move ever so slightly away. I peer back at you and huff because I can tell what you’re doing; I like it.
I have to be intentional, I need more. I push back into you, when I make contact I can hear the quick intake of breath, the first moan, and smile to myself. Actually, it’s a smirk. You can’t see, but you can tell how satisfying that sound made me, and you know. I roll my hips. I can feel the buttons of your pants. I press my ass into you and the contact alone brings out a moan in both of us. Your hands move from the counter and circles around me.
My entire body is now flush against yours. We’re so close. I closed the gap. I did it. I smile deeply and close my eyes. You caress my hips and move your hands down heading towards my inner things. You splay your hands out which pushes my legs slightly apart. It’s fucking hot as hell.
My heart starts racing. It’s hard to stay on my feet. I want this so much. I need leverage. I lift my hand and caress the back of your neck, leading your head closer (and using you to stay upright, my legs cannot be trusted).
You strongly cup my crotch with your left hand. One strong motion as you bury your head in the nape of my neck.
Thank god I was holding on! I try to say your name, but it gets lost in a moan. I forgot how loud I can get when you’re touching me! I worry about the neighbors, I blush a bit. Then I feel you again. Your hand pressing into my pussy, your cock behind me. Your mouth on my neck. I stop caring.
With your hand still in place, you whisper in my ear. “Take off your top, take off your bra, then put your hands on the counter and keep them there”
