connected like magnets and I inhaled sharply. Slowly, he slid one hand up my bare thigh and onto my hip, pushing it under my shirt to rest on my skin. His other hand cradled the back of my head, and I could feel him pulling me towards him. For some reason I resisted, but then he gently squeezed my waist, and every muscle in my body relaxed. I curled into him, placing my hands on his chest. Focusing on my fingers, I felt the rise and fall of his labored breathing. I looked at his shirt collar. His Adam’s apple. His chin, his lips…
Finally, I made it to his eyes, and saw a hunger. It was intense and wild. He wanted me. And I wanted him. Raising on my tiptoes, I slid my arms around his neck. He put his other hand on my waist, and I could feel his thumbs rubbing circles across my stomach. A cinnamon aroma filled my senses, and I realized that he wasn’t chewing gum any longer. My fingers spread into the hair at the base of his neck and his eyes changed. I know he saw the same thing in mine. Resolution.
Our lips brushed. His nose touched mine. He kissed the side of my mouth. I kissed the side of his. Our lips met in the middle, opening for one another. The feeling of his soft lips sent tingles through all of my limbs.
It was slow at first. Soft and gentle. Wanting more, I pulled his head closer to mine, licking his bottom lip. He moaned and then a dam burst. He pulled me closer to him, raising me up on my toes. I pulled him closer to me, forcing his back to curl. Our hands were touching everywhere, greedy and frantic. Wanting to wrap my legs around him, I propped my knee on the table and he immediately grabbed my thigh, pulling it around his waist. I was floating. No, he was holding me. We were standing in the middle of the room, both of my legs around him and his hands squeezing my ass. Reactively, I rolled my hips into him then left his mouth to trail kisses down his neck, licking and sucking.
“Jesus,” he breathed. My back hit something soft. The couch. He was on his knees between my legs. Needing him closer, I pulled him on top of me and raked my hands up and down his stomach, his back, anywhere I could touch. I cradled his pelvis between my legs, feeling him through his jeans, hard and wanting me. I moved my hips showing him that I wanted him too.
Our mouths were locked, air coming out in quick breaths. He pushed my shirt up over my bra, and then his fingers went under it. With a strong hand, he palmed my breast and squeezed. My head fell back with a moan that sounded needy and desperate. His mouth moved to my neck, every sound coming out of him guttural and intense. He was just as desperate as I was. My hands went to his belt buckle. Our bodies were already moving the way we wanted them to, we just needed to get out of these clothes. Feeling me at his pants, he slid his hand under me and started working on my bra. I could feel him everywhere and I was high. High on Lucas… Lucas…
Oh my God. I didn’t know Lucas’ last name. I racked my brain trying to find out if I had asked or if it was said to me at some point. I was about to give myself to a man and I didn’t even know his last name.
It was then that I noticed neither one of us were moving. Lucas was breathing heavy and looking down at me, trying to figure out what was wrong. “I don’t know your last name,” I blurted. It was absurd. My shirt was up over my bra, which now I could tell, had been pushed and moved to where it barely covered anything at all. I felt like a harlot.
“Burns,” he answered, twirling his finger around the bar. I was an idiot. I’d never thought to ask one single detail about him. I knew he didn’t want to play music. That was it. He didn’t care about playing music.
“And yours is Duncan,” he continued.
“How do you know that?”
“I asked Charles,” he said, still sounding out of breath. He sat up and then helped me up beside him. After I fixed my clothes, we stared at each. Neither one knowing what to
Finally, I made it to his eyes, and saw a hunger. It was intense and wild. He wanted me. And I wanted him. Raising on my tiptoes, I slid my arms around his neck. He put his other hand on my waist, and I could feel his thumbs rubbing circles across my stomach. A cinnamon aroma filled my senses, and I realized that he wasn’t chewing gum any longer. My fingers spread into the hair at the base of his neck and his eyes changed. I know he saw the same thing in mine. Resolution.
Our lips brushed. His nose touched mine. He kissed the side of my mouth. I kissed the side of his. Our lips met in the middle, opening for one another. The feeling of his soft lips sent tingles through all of my limbs.
It was slow at first. Soft and gentle. Wanting more, I pulled his head closer to mine, licking his bottom lip. He moaned and then a dam burst. He pulled me closer to him, raising me up on my toes. I pulled him closer to me, forcing his back to curl. Our hands were touching everywhere, greedy and frantic. Wanting to wrap my legs around him, I propped my knee on the table and he immediately grabbed my thigh, pulling it around his waist. I was floating. No, he was holding me. We were standing in the middle of the room, both of my legs around him and his hands squeezing my ass. Reactively, I rolled my hips into him then left his mouth to trail kisses down his neck, licking and sucking.
“Jesus,” he breathed. My back hit something soft. The couch. He was on his knees between my legs. Needing him closer, I pulled him on top of me and raked my hands up and down his stomach, his back, anywhere I could touch. I cradled his pelvis between my legs, feeling him through his jeans, hard and wanting me. I moved my hips showing him that I wanted him too.
Our mouths were locked, air coming out in quick breaths. He pushed my shirt up over my bra, and then his fingers went under it. With a strong hand, he palmed my breast and squeezed. My head fell back with a moan that sounded needy and desperate. His mouth moved to my neck, every sound coming out of him guttural and intense. He was just as desperate as I was. My hands went to his belt buckle. Our bodies were already moving the way we wanted them to, we just needed to get out of these clothes. Feeling me at his pants, he slid his hand under me and started working on my bra. I could feel him everywhere and I was high. High on Lucas… Lucas…
Oh my God. I didn’t know Lucas’ last name. I racked my brain trying to find out if I had asked or if it was said to me at some point. I was about to give myself to a man and I didn’t even know his last name.
It was then that I noticed neither one of us were moving. Lucas was breathing heavy and looking down at me, trying to figure out what was wrong. “I don’t know your last name,” I blurted. It was absurd. My shirt was up over my bra, which now I could tell, had been pushed and moved to where it barely covered anything at all. I felt like a harlot.
“Burns,” he answered, twirling his finger around the bar. I was an idiot. I’d never thought to ask one single detail about him. I knew he didn’t want to play music. That was it. He didn’t care about playing music.
“And yours is Duncan,” he continued.
“How do you know that?”
“I asked Charles,” he said, still sounding out of breath. He sat up and then helped me up beside him. After I fixed my clothes, we stared at each. Neither one knowing what to
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