Standing on the deck I look up at the cloudy sky, breathing in deeply to calm myself. His warm hands cover both of mine on the rail. I can feel the warmth of his body barely touching mine, his lips lightly brush along my bare shoulder. I know he is waiting, he’s waiting for me to make the next move but he’s also taking his time, savoring that moment. The knowledge hover between us, it’s rare for me to have this moment, to know! know that he is enjoying the anticipation as much as I am and we’re in sync, there is no rush.
Did I want to feel his fingertips make lazy circles around my areolas through the fabric of my dress? Oh yes! Did I long for those hands to lift the hem of my dress and skim lightly across my thighs? Absolutely! But just standing here and feeling the delicious intensity of desire wrap us in its intimate embrace is good, and rare. Why rush when there is so much to enjoy along the way? I want to edge back ever so slightly to feel his thighs brush against me, against the silky fabric of my dress as it skims the bare skin of my derriere, but no. Once you cross the threshold, it’s gone! There is never going to be another first time.
Eventually I turn in his arms and kiss the side of his mouth, teasing the corner of his lips with my tongue and enjoying the first taste of him. His lips are warm and tasty and when they trail down the side of my neck I shiver with delight. His hands are firm but gentle. When he takes my hand and pulls me down onto the deck it’s the most natural thing in the world to lie against his chest and enjoy the feel of his hands on my body.
A tug on the strapless dress expose my breasts to the cool night air for just a second before warm hands cupped them. When lips replaced those hands, my enjoyment is unashamedly vocal and my fingers burrow into his hair. Now it’s impossible to wait any longer and we are both unwilling to resist the urgent demand for sweet release. Yes! Its everything I hoped it would be!
