You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect.You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say nothing, just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt. You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I only smile and wink. You look around; you've never been in my bedroom before. You look at the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug and smile. You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on your face. I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the lamps. Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes. Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop them on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around your waist, and you put your arms around my neck. Gently, hesitantly, we kiss. Softly your lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. We kiss and kiss again, and a sigh escapes your lungs between kisses. Your arms tighten about my neck as I hold you ever tighter in my embrace, my arms slowly massaging your back. We're very close, and your pelvis rocks forward, meeting my own. For the first time, our mouths open and my tongue meets yours, both tentative, exploring, searching. A moan builds in my throat, and you capture it with your mouth and return it in kind. We stand there, afraid to break the embrace, your heart beating faster and faster, matching mine in intensity. We break the kiss, loosening the embrace, and look into each others eyes. You search my face, looking for a sign, afraid of "Stop", hoping for "Yield". I look down, and reach towards the top button on your shirt. I grasp it, and undo it while gazing into your eyes. Your breathing has slowed; you're afraid to move. Down your shirt I go, undoing button after button. After I have finished, I draw you close and kiss you again. Reaching towards your collarbones, I put my palms on your shoulders, and running my hands over your smooth skin, I push your shirt off of you and onto the floor. You are not wearing a bra. Looking down between us, your already erect nipples brushing against my chest, you run your hands up and down my waist. I shiver, and we smile. You pull my T shirt out of my Levi's and pull it over my head. |