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Outside, the rain had started to ease off, but he still offered me his jacket. He was such a gentleman. But, in truth, I wanted to take it off him myself when the time was right. Like I was unwrapping a gift I had been waiting for as long as I could remember.
"So, where is it you live?” He asked. I tugged him forward, amazed at how well our hands seemed to fit together.
"I’m always better at showing over telling," I replied, and he laughed and followed behind me. I didn’t mind that it was cool that night for summer, and I didn’t mind that the streets were quiet and that our voices echoed around to fill them; I only cared that he was here, that he was finally, truly here, and that I could finally, truly call him my own. The way he was looking at me made my belly feel like it was burning. The water of life, that was what they called whisky, and that was what I was looking forward to tasting on his lips as soon as I got the chance.
I needed to know how it felt to kiss him, more than I had needed to know that about anyone before in my life.
I could almost imagine the way that he would get me to yield to his touch…
Finally, we arrived outside my block of flats, and I looked up at him. This was where I had to find the nerve to tell him that I wanted him to come upstairs with me. Had I ever done this before? I had normally let the men take the lead, but, as he looked down at me, I knew I would need to strike out first this time around. He was too much of a gentleman to push any further than he already had, and I wanted him to know that he was more than welcome to do anything he wanted to me now that he was finally there in front of me.
"I don’t usually do stuff like this," I blurted out, instantly cursing myself for sounding like such a dork. "But...but do you want to come inside?"
Without bothering to speak his reply, Joseph slipped his hands either side of my cheeks, and gazed down at me. God, my heart was beating so hard right then, I could hardly keep a handle on it. I wanted him to kiss me, but at the same time, I wanted to hang out in this moment forever. I saw his gaze drift down to my lips, and I knew that he was savoring in this the same way I was, letting himself get lost to me.
"You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he breathed. And with that, he finally sealed his lips over my own.
As soon as our mouths met, any last doubts that I might have been having over whether or not this was a good idea slipped out of my head for good. Nothing mattered. Nothing mattered anymore, because I finally had him, finally had the man that I had been thinking about for so long.
He parted my lips with his tongue and drew me against him passionately, letting out a moan that seemed to rush through my whole body at once. Every nerve-ending was lighting up. Had I always had this many? It felt like new ones had manifested as he kissed me for the first time, as though my body was having to change the very way that it was built so it could make sense of the way his body felt against mine.
He wrapped his arms around me tight and pulled me close. I could feel my body shaking slightly, and it had nothing to do with the weather. I had dreamed that this night would end this way, of course I had, but I had never in a million years actually believed that I would end up here. I didn’t think I would have the nerve. I didn’t think we would have the chemistry. But here we were, kissing in the street, like we couldn’t wait a moment longer.
When he pulled back, there was a soft smile on his face. I smiled back at him.
"I think I want to come inside now," he told me, and though he was leaving that choice to me, I knew that it was more an order than anything else. An order that I was more than willing to give in to.
I kissed him again, not able to speak with words everything that I was feeling, and I unlocked the door and led him up the stairs towards my home. It felt almost a little surreal to have him here, after so long dreaming about it. In some ways, it felt like it wasn’t the first time that he had walked into my home; it felt like he had belonged here all along. I had spent so many hours on that couch, thinking about him, thinking about how sweet it would be to be with him in that moment, it was almost like he had been there before.
I pulled him over the threshold to my bedroom, my hands on his sides, and his teeth caught on my lip – it was just for the briefest moment, the sharpest feeling of shock and pain that made me shiver. But then, he kissed me better, and I kissed him back again, and the only thing my body seemed to be built for right then was his.
He pushed me down onto the bed, and he slipped his hands up my sides so that he could pin my arms above my head. I parted my lips and let out a moan, and he buried his face into my neck. I could feel his stubble catching on my skin but I didn’t mind it, not one bit. This was what I had wanted from the moment I had seen him. I was shocked that I had been able to hold myself back for so long. His body felt so good pressing down on top of mine, the weight of it comforting, in some strange way. Like a reminder that he was more than powerful enough to keep me safe if the time ever came to call for it.
He smelled even better close up, with the scent of my skin mingling with his. I could already feel his hardness, even through his jeans, the tangle of our legs drawing us closer and closer together. I wanted to feel him inside of me. It was the first time I had felt a need that had taken control of me this much; I had had sex before, of course, but it had mostly been to please the men I was with, not because I felt that deep, abiding want myself. But now? Now, it was all coming from me. And I wasn’t willing to slow down.
I reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him greedily towards me. God, he felt good. I couldn’t wait to feel him fill me up. I wanted to tell him that we could go raw and that there was nothing to worry about, but I figured that it wasn’t quite time to come out about all of that yet. I could hold back, I could wait.
He was kissing down my neck and towards my chest, and I felt this little jolt of nerves as he got down there; what if he stripped me down and I wasn’t what he had expected? I knew that the chances of that happening were tiny, but I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous despite that. He had probably been with any number of gorgeous women in his time; look at him, I was sure that he had. I just hoped that he wasn’t going to be disappointed by the way I looked.
He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of my dress and eased down my arms; I had to fight the urge to, on instinct, cover myself up. Me and my ex, we had mostly done this stuff in the dark, and I was quite sure that it had a lot to do with the fact that he didn’t care much for my body. He had left me with a complex, and I was so freaked out that I was going to let Joseph down, too – or that he would sense my insecurity, and that would be enough to...
And then, he lowered his mouth to my nipple, and everything slipped out of my head for a moment.
The warmth of his breath on my skin felt, for a split second, like more than I could take; I had to catch my breath, reaching down to trace my fingers through his hair and feel the heat of his body on top of mine. He moaned softly, and the feel of the vibration passing through my body made everything squirm to life. He bared his teeth, letting them catch against my breast, and I gasped and wriggled beneath him. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to. I just wanted this, this, this, him, him, him, and I had been waiting far too long for it to happen in the first place. What had I been so worried about? He looked up at me, flicking his gaze to meet mine, and I leaned down to kiss him. I couldn’t resist.
I needed to feel his naked body, that I was sure of. I had never felt a craving so sharp and so sure in my life before. I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers shaking slightly, and I began to undress him; God, I wanted him. I could already feel the slickness inching its way down my thighs. This dress seemed to be getting in the way more than anything else, our clothes nothing but a distraction from the main event.
"Here, miss," he murmured, brushing my hands away and taking over. "Let me."
I watched him as he stripped down, my heart palpitating hard in my chest as I waited to see him; I had tried to picture what his body would have looked like so many times before, but I doubted even in my wildest dreams I would have been able to come up with something as intensely beautiful as this.
He was strong and powerful, and when he moved, I could see his muscles snaking beneath his skin like they were struggling to stay contained; I reached up to run my hand over his chest, marveling at the feel of his strength beneath my fingers. I noticed that his chest was rising and falling swiftly, and realized that I was making him wait for something that I was all too keen to start on myself.
Pulling me upright, he didn’t waste any time in stripping me down so that he could have me naked; I hadn’t bothered with a bra, and all that I had left on when he disposed of the dress were a pair of panties. He leaned back on the bed, taking me in, checking me out, as I squirmed with delicious anticipation in front of him.
"God," he murmured, and he ran his hands up my legs. "You’re so fucking perfect..."
And with that, he pushed my thighs apart, and he slipped down between them. Planting his mouth against my pussy through my panties, he drew a loud moan from between my lips; before, I had made noise in bed basically to encourage the guys that I was with that they were doing a fine job, but with him, it felt different. It felt like I couldn’t have kept it in even if I had wanted to. He slipped his fingers around the hips of my panties and eased them down my legs, moving so that he could toss them aside and have me utterly bare beneath him.
