moment.
Even with my height, I still only reach his shoulders. I’m face to chest with him. He smells so manly: I don’t know if it’s cologne or just his natural scent, but it’s intoxicating. He keeps his eyes on my face, as he leans down to grab the bottom of my blouse. I unhook the loop at the back of the neck, and he raises it above my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m standing in front of him naked from the waist up. His eyes fall from my face to my bare breasts. He has an intense look. I stand in wait for him to lean down and kiss them, or to feel his hands knead them, but nothing happens. We stand in our respective places, taking in the scent and sight of each other, but neither of us moving. He closes his eyes, and inhales deeply. His erection doesn’t go away, it seems to intensify.
When his eyes open, they’re black with desire. He moves in closer to my body, as close as possible without touching, and he inhales deeply once more. An unusual mix of ferocity and calmness emanates from his pores. The small, unclaimed area between our bodies is buzzing with electric current.
I have no idea how much time passes, but he is the first to move, and it’s slow and deliberate. He lifts his hands to my shoulders, and touches me with just the tips of his fingers. He draws an invisible line down the outside of my arms, and heat radiates from them. I stand like a tree planted deep in the ground, unable to move, only bend and sway. He mimics the action again, and this time the touch is even lighter than before, almost imperceptible.
I think he’s hypnotized me, I can’t move. If the fire alarm went off right now, they would find me burned to death, stuck in this spot. My heart rate, which was off the charts just a minute ago, has slowed to a light thump. My eyes close involuntarily to take in the sensation even more fully. Another moment passes, and I feel his sensuous mouth on mine. It wakes me from my trance. He’s stepped back a little, and is putting his shirt back on. I feel confused, and unsure of my whereabouts, as if someone has awakened me from a deep sleep.
“What’s happening? What are you doing?” I ask, as I watch him put his shirt and sweater back on.
“I can’t rush this, Rebecca. I don’t want to. I can’t seem to help myself around you; it’s really difficult.”
“Don’t you want me?” I ask, with a quiver in my voice.
I can’t understand: If he’s that attracted to me, why doesn’t he just rip my clothes off and go to town.
He looks pained.
“I want you more than anything or anyone I’ve ever longed for in my life. Please try to be patient with me, I swear to you, I’ll get there.”
He looks disappointed with himself. I go to him, put my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. He relaxes into it and hugs me back. I want to crack open the window to his mind so that I can understand all of this. I’ve developed some strong feelings, and I’m worried about him. I’m sure whatever the situation is, it can’t be any worse than what my active imagination is telling me.
“It’s OK, Wick. I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got nothing but time.”
* * *
Our big weekend is coming up. We’ve been spending as much time as we can together, and have even had a couple of sleepovers. He slept on the couch a couple of times before I insisted he try it in the bed with me.
“I swear, Wick, I’ll keep to my side. It’s chilly tonight, I need your body warmth,” I say, and he relents.
“OK, sweet girl, you win.”
We snuggled all night long. I don’t think either of us slept a wink, but it was wonderful to have him close. I felt his hardness many times throughout the night. He would roll over, breathe deeply, then come back to me. It had to be exhausting, I feel guilty that he has to go to work and try to function on no sleep. His job is dangerous enough without being sleep deprived.
“Thank you for a terrible night’s sleep, lass. However, I wouldn’t have
Even with my height, I still only reach his shoulders. I’m face to chest with him. He smells so manly: I don’t know if it’s cologne or just his natural scent, but it’s intoxicating. He keeps his eyes on my face, as he leans down to grab the bottom of my blouse. I unhook the loop at the back of the neck, and he raises it above my head. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m standing in front of him naked from the waist up. His eyes fall from my face to my bare breasts. He has an intense look. I stand in wait for him to lean down and kiss them, or to feel his hands knead them, but nothing happens. We stand in our respective places, taking in the scent and sight of each other, but neither of us moving. He closes his eyes, and inhales deeply. His erection doesn’t go away, it seems to intensify.
When his eyes open, they’re black with desire. He moves in closer to my body, as close as possible without touching, and he inhales deeply once more. An unusual mix of ferocity and calmness emanates from his pores. The small, unclaimed area between our bodies is buzzing with electric current.
I have no idea how much time passes, but he is the first to move, and it’s slow and deliberate. He lifts his hands to my shoulders, and touches me with just the tips of his fingers. He draws an invisible line down the outside of my arms, and heat radiates from them. I stand like a tree planted deep in the ground, unable to move, only bend and sway. He mimics the action again, and this time the touch is even lighter than before, almost imperceptible.
I think he’s hypnotized me, I can’t move. If the fire alarm went off right now, they would find me burned to death, stuck in this spot. My heart rate, which was off the charts just a minute ago, has slowed to a light thump. My eyes close involuntarily to take in the sensation even more fully. Another moment passes, and I feel his sensuous mouth on mine. It wakes me from my trance. He’s stepped back a little, and is putting his shirt back on. I feel confused, and unsure of my whereabouts, as if someone has awakened me from a deep sleep.
“What’s happening? What are you doing?” I ask, as I watch him put his shirt and sweater back on.
“I can’t rush this, Rebecca. I don’t want to. I can’t seem to help myself around you; it’s really difficult.”
“Don’t you want me?” I ask, with a quiver in my voice.
I can’t understand: If he’s that attracted to me, why doesn’t he just rip my clothes off and go to town.
He looks pained.
“I want you more than anything or anyone I’ve ever longed for in my life. Please try to be patient with me, I swear to you, I’ll get there.”
He looks disappointed with himself. I go to him, put my arms around his waist and hug him tightly. He relaxes into it and hugs me back. I want to crack open the window to his mind so that I can understand all of this. I’ve developed some strong feelings, and I’m worried about him. I’m sure whatever the situation is, it can’t be any worse than what my active imagination is telling me.
“It’s OK, Wick. I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got nothing but time.”
* * *
Our big weekend is coming up. We’ve been spending as much time as we can together, and have even had a couple of sleepovers. He slept on the couch a couple of times before I insisted he try it in the bed with me.
“I swear, Wick, I’ll keep to my side. It’s chilly tonight, I need your body warmth,” I say, and he relents.
“OK, sweet girl, you win.”
We snuggled all night long. I don’t think either of us slept a wink, but it was wonderful to have him close. I felt his hardness many times throughout the night. He would roll over, breathe deeply, then come back to me. It had to be exhausting, I feel guilty that he has to go to work and try to function on no sleep. His job is dangerous enough without being sleep deprived.
“Thank you for a terrible night’s sleep, lass. However, I wouldn’t have
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