A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature, to halt words when speech becomes superfluous.
Some prefer the tease, the brush of the lips.
Others appreciate the solid grasp, the crush of the mouth.
But love reading the intensity of the "build-up".
Bennett didn’t breathe a word as my fingers raked softly against his thigh. He sucked in a breath and brushed his hand up and down my back and against the nape of my neck. The fire between my legs only intensified. I resisted the urge to squirm and moan into his chest.
Once the end credits began rolling, Bennett straightened himself. But I was still against his shoulder in a feigned state of sleep. When he removed his fingers from my hair I lamented the loss.
“Avery,” he whispered. “Ready for bed?”
He shifted away for a moment before I felt my body being lifted by strong arms. He smelled liked coconuts and white sandy beaches. My eyes remained closed but I nuzzled into his neck, my lips resting against his smooth skin. He stifled a groan.
His lips skimmed against the top of my head as he carried me to his bed and a wave of euphoria pulsed through me. He laid me down facing the wall, the same position I’d slept in last night. I heard his labored breaths as he stepped out of his jeans and removed his shirt. Then he slid in beside me.
He hesitated for the longest time before finally scooting forward. His hand came around and braced my stomach, so warm and strong and protective, that I couldn’t hold in my gasp.
“Is this okay?” he whispered. I could only nod, my limbs felt so weak.
His breathing intensified and I felt his bulge growing against my back. But Bennett said nothing more and made no other moves. I got the feeling he was trying to hold himself back and there was no way I was going to throw myself at him.
It was the single most sensual moment of my life.
Leave it to me to do a whole post on what else? KISSING! *wink*
SMOOCH your loved ones this week!