Girlfriend helps closet CD find his new self.
"If you do it right, yeah, I will. Thing is, if you melt into the deck, there won't be a hand for me to melt into."
Half turning towards me, and with a little bite to her words, she retorts, "If you'll let me turn around we can have this conversation face to face and you won't seem so cowardly."
"Oh," I scoff, "so now I'm a cowardly ass?" I lean back just enough to let her turn to face me. I don't look her in the eye immediately; instead, I look down at the deck, "If you melt into the wood, who will give me directions in bed?" I look up at her now, knowing that the light from the deck is shining on my eyes at just the right angle to make them very, very blue.
She can only breathe, "Um.."
I lean in and whisper, "What?" I put a hand on the railing behind her and press against her body just slightly, "Tell me. If you melt into the deck, who will tell me how to make you cum?" The words fall out of my mouth and if you could shut the sound of our breathing out, you could almost hear them hit the wood below our feet.
With a slight height advantage, she finds her guts and leans down to whisper, "You shouldn't have to be told. You should be paying attention."
"Good point." I raise my chin just enough to almost make our lips touch before whispering, "May I kiss you?"
Not letting our stare break for a moment, she answers, "Please."
Caught between pure lust and the anticipation of the first kiss, I don't know if I should take her fast or take my time. My brain, in a moment of clarity before being clouded with desire again, makes the decision for me and brings my hand up to stroke her cheek. This movement makes her eyes close. I wonder, in this moment, if she knows how beautiful she is. I reach out with my other hand and grab the railing behind her. Milliseconds before our lips meet, I'm vaguely aware of her hand in my hair. But once flesh meets flesh, I am aware of only one thing...I see stars...but my eyes are very much closed.
In frantic flashes, I try to remember everything about these moments. The feel, taste, smell, sound, and sight...little pieces of a night so perfect that you want to rush home and tell your best friends about it. The best part, though, is that she is one of those people I'd tell...in detail. With my mind turned off (except for the storage part), I focus on us. Not the sky. Not the deck. Nothing but us and this...time.
A shoulder blade in the moonlight... A palm flattened against the small of a back... Legs intertwined and shifting...
Her mouth is open against my throat and her tongue slips out to flick against the skin there as she closes her eyes and sighs, "God, yes." Her arms quiver just a bit as she grinds her hips against me. Her skin is warm against mine and her lips are so soft I don't feel them until she moves to kiss another spot.
I reach up and pull the band out of her hair, causing the waves to fall around her shoulders and our faces. With a smile, I brush it from her face and whisper, "You are so beautiful." Even with the slight amount of light provided by the moon, I can see the blush on her cheeks. When she pushes the top half of her body off me, I shift and kiss her neck. It's kind of salty and I find that I like it. She takes one of my hands and raises it above my head to press it against the wood under us. I look into her face and realize she's studying me.
Fingers of one hand laced together... Hearts pounding so loud they're surely waking up the universe... Sighs so soft they almost don't make a sound... Eyes searching, finding, imploring, drinking in the view...
Wrong. I was so wrong. I thought she'd be shy. When I dreamed of these moments, I was in charge most of the time. That's how it's always been...I've been the one to do, feel, put in more than the other party. So, finding that she's comfortable taking control is making me feel a way I've never felt...wanted. Desired. Maybe even needed.