It had been eight years. Actually longer than that if you count the last year of her last relationship and how it had gone to hell in a hand basket. What the heck did that saying mean anyway? The truth was she hadn’t touched a man in over eight years and probably closer to nine by now. She missed being able to touch a man and watch how his body responded. Not her ex though. She didn’t miss him at all.
She had been going crazy over the last couple of months, her need for a man. Her toys, her hands just weren’t doing it anymore for her.
He had asked her to dinner, told her to dress up. He wore a suite and tie. Conversation was light and easy, they spent hours just talking over dinner, desert and wine. All the while the undercurrent was hot, sultry, and charged. His eyes were so hungry her imagination couldn’t stop seeing him stand up, walk to her side of the table, reach his hand out to help her stand, then pull her forcefully into his arms, his heated kisses setting her aflame. With one hand swiping the contents of their table to the floor, then lifting her and lying her on her back on the table standing between her spread legs, taking her for everyone in the restaurant to see.
The visual was so powerful she lost her train of thought, not just once but several times throughout the evening when her eyes met his dark smoldering gaze and the picture came unbidden. She had to squeeze her thighs to try and quench her pulsing pussy. God she needed a man so bad.
He took her home, walking her to her door, taking her key and unlocking it. Opening the door, he turned towards her. She was hoping he would kiss her good night and having no intention of asking him to come in, the words came out of her mouth anyway, “Would you like to come in?”
With his quiet sensual voice while, sliding his hand around to the small of her back, turning her, guiding her through her door, he replied, “Yes. I was hoping you would ask.”
Inside the door, he had just closed and locked, she turned to him. Standing in her heels, her eyes were level with his chin, but she didn’t look at his chin.
They stood only inches apart. She could feel the heat from his body. Placing both her hands on his shoulders, she felt both his hands rest upon the sides of her hips, patiently waiting for what she wasn’t sure.
She was looking at the knot of his tie, thinking how uncomfortable it must be. “How about I loosen this a bit for you, so you can be more comfortable?” Not waiting for his reply, she slid her hands lightly across his shoulders, her palms flat against his contours, her fingers curled around the curve of his shoulders. Slowly bringing them down slightly so her fingertips followed the hard line of his collarbone meeting at the knot of his tie.
She took her time, savoring the feel of him, not the material her fingers touched but the contours of the man beneath. It had been so long since she had touched a man, and she had never just taken the time to savor the feel of him and allow the moment to seep within her. She did it now. For the first time in her life, realizing there was more, far more than just rushing towards an orgasm.
She slid her fingers beneath the tie and watched as she leisurely pulled the tail of the tie through the knot, pulling it completely free instead of just loosening it.
With great deliberation she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, letting her fingers brush against his skin as she opened his collar and moved down to the second button.
Under no great hurry, she unbuttoned the second button, slipping her fingers into the opening of his shirt brushing her fingertips across his warm skin as she pushed the material aside giving her a glimpse of his smooth skin beneath his shirt.
Then again, unhurried, she moved her fingers downward and unbuttoned the third button, this time her hands slid into the opening of his shirt, beginning with her fingertips pressed against his skin moving outwards opening his shirt wider her palms gradually smoothed across his warm skin, taking notice of the hard contours of his collarbone sweeping to each side merging with the hard muscles of his shoulders. The hollow beneath his throat beckoned for her lips to taste him.
Her eyes memorized each curve, each valley, each pulsing point on his neck and the up and downward movement of his Adams apple as he swallowed. His strong jaw worked slightly as he swallowed and his tongue wet his lips.
With deliberate slowness, allowing her eyes to drink in everything she saw, her eyes roamed up his face to settle slowly in his dark brown pools. Her right hand followed in the aftermath of her eyes, up his neck to cup his jaw.
Glancing down to his mouth left moist from his tongue just seconds ago, her thumb moved across his lips in a gently measured caress. Unbeknownst to her, she licked her lips mimicking the movement of her thumb across his lips, all the while her left hand and fingers caressed across his shoulder and upper chest beneath the opening of his shirt.
Feeling his sudden intake of air, her eyes flicked upwards to his. “You touch me as though I am the only man left on earth and you might not ever get the chance to touch me again.” His voice was deep with arousal, burning a path into her brain sending electrical currents to ignite her reclusive passion.
On to Part 2
© Kate Spyder