Heat Wave… Saturday Snippets

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Untitled, I dunno what I’m doing with it and I don’t know what it’s going to be. But I’m working on it.

“Have you ever wanted something so bad, but been so afraid to reach out?  And even if wanted reach out, you didn’t know how?” I asked, the words muffled aganst his skin.

He stroked a hand up my back.  “I’ve been wanting something pretty fucking bad for the past few months,” he said, his voice gruff.  “And yeah, I’ve been afraid to do anything about it, because one wrong move is going to ruin it.”  He rubbed his cheek against mine and murmured, “What’s the wrong move here, sugar?  Do I move back?  We can go out to dinner, catch a movie.  I can come back another day…”

I pushed him back.

My heart thudded in my ears, roaring like a lion as I stared into his eyes.

The wrong move.

After an entire lifetime of them, it seemed like I should be able to recognize the wrong movie easily enough.

But it wasn’t as easy as one might think.

If the wrong move was reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt and drag it up, would I hear warning bells?

I don’t know, but I did that, and I did it slow, listening for said bells.

There were none. Just the roaring in my ears.

My hands trembled as I stripped his shirt away. He ducked his head as I went to pull it off and I paused, lingering over his short hair, stroking my hands over his scalp.  He kept his head bowed and I leaned in, pressed my lips to his head, felt a rush of need, a rush of emotion and yearning and warmth and wonder crash through me.

I didn’t want to feel like this.

It frightened me.

But there was no stopping it.

My hands fell away and he lifted his head, staring at me, the velvet of his eyes intense, hot as molten chocolate, lingering on my face before dropping to rest on my mouth.  “I want to kiss you,” he said, his voice blunt and uncompromising.

“Then do it.”

Maybe if I let him take control here, I could handle this better.  It wasn’t a scary thing if I wanted him to take control of it, right?

One hand stroked up my middle, stopping on my neck, just under my chin and he angled my head back, lowered his until his mouth was just a breath away.  “Do it,” he whispered.  “Just like that.  What about our date?”

“Maybe I want this to be the date,” I said, forcing the words out of my tight throat.  “Or maybe we can do this, then go out.”

He laughed, rubbing his lips over mine.  “Sugar, if this keeps up, you and I are going to be horizontal and I think you know it very soon.”

I blinked at him, my heart jumping up to lodge in my throat.  Horizonatal.  With him.  The idea didn’t bother me at all.

“Or maybe vertical…” He caught one of my legs, dragging me open and leaning in against me.  “Right like this would work just about perfect.”

My breath froze as I felt him rock against me, the silk of my panties gliding back and forth.

And the sensation was too much, way, way too much.

My nails bit into his shoulders as I clutched him against me.  He sank his teeth into my lower lip.

And I climaxed, right there.

“That,” he growled.  “That is just about perfect.”