Chapter 6
We stood motionless, embracing, understanding in that moment that something was happening. We’d gone from strangers to friends, and now an invisible force was pulling us together. Would we become a pair? There was an unspoken connection, an intimacy just waiting to bond us closer.
I tipped my head up looking at Austin, and as our eyes met our chemistry sizzled. Something changed – and it told me he wasn’t going anywhere.
I closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. Only this time it wasn’t a soft, tender kiss. It was hungry and filled with desire. Hands groped, tongues explored, and the heat was ratcheted up a few notches. Longing filled my body, and we stood in that very spot, afraid to let go of the moment.
When we finally broke free of our shameless kiss, Austin spoke. “I’m a mess. I have a lot of garbage to work through. I can’t promise you a smooth ride all of the time.”
“Volatile, I get emotional and way too clingy,” I said, in barely a whisper.
“I have nightmares, I get moody, and I’ll rarely put the toilet seat down,” he answered, kissing me again.
“I’m messy, hate to do dishes, and wear sweatshirts more than I wear sexy clothing,” I added.
His hands worked up and down my body, back into my hair, while my own hands rested on his ass, cupping, squeezing, and pulling him in tightly. I felt his bulge pressing into me.
“I watch too much football, drink too much beer, and like to have sex a lot,” he continued with his kisses.
“Who’s your team?” I asked, in between the making out.
“Giants,” he said, breathlessly.
“Shit, I’m an Eagles fan, not sure this will work,” I said.
“If we have sex a lot, I won’t watch football as much. Okay, that’s a lie, I will, but I can forgive your poor choice in teams,” he laughed, our kisses continuing.
“If we have sex a lot, I’ll be a happy girl,” I mewed.
Slowly, his hands found the edge of my shirt, and he started to tug at it, and then lift it over my head. I wanted this, and I wanted him now. I was grateful I’d dug through my lingerie drawer earlier and opted for a sexy red bra.
I didn’t want to break our stride, the sexual tension was high, our need for one another was obvious, but I also realized standing in the middle of the living room wasn’t the optimal place for a hot rendezvous, and with that I took Austin’s hand and led him into the bedroom.
He followed behind me, and without a word spoken I reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders. Slipping my arms through, I let the fabric restraint drop to the floor.
Austin’s eyes never left me. He watched with intent, never looking away. As my bra fell down to the floor, his fingers found my breasts. His hands were warm to the touch, and cupping a breast with one hand, I watched as he rolled a nipple between the fingers of his other. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the sensation of electricity running through my body. A gentle squeeze and a soft pinch had my knees going weak.
Tingling sensations ran through my body. As Austin found my mouth our heated kisses returned, passionate, hungry, and filled with lust and need.
Slowly he backed me up to the bed. Leaning back, I sank into the covers. Austin lowered his face to my breast, his lips suckling me into his mouth. I felt the dampness between my legs, and ached for him to continue.
Was I moving too fast? We barely knew each other, a date, a talk, was this all a mistake? I was torn between wanting passionate sex, and being afraid he’ll take me for a whore. I tried to quiet my mind, but it wasn’t happening. Ah, I just wanted to enjoy the moment, why do I have to do this?
When it came down to it, we’re two consenting adults, and sex is sex. It doesn’t have to mean forever, but if it does bring us closer, is this the man I want to get into a relationship with? He said he’s got a lot of stuff to work through after coming home. Should I back up, give him space, and let him work through his issues?
I tried to focus, but as his lips nibbled and sucked at my breast and nipple, my thoughts got clouded. I’ll deal with it later, yeah, later. It felt so good, like a surge of current running through my body. I was sure my panties were soaked, and knew he would be more than capable of satisfying me, if his touch was any indication. He had a raw prowess, and the hunger and lust was a heady combination.
Our bodies tangled together, clothes slowly being shed. His skin was warm, and as we meshed as one, we slicked with sweat. His body over mine, watching his chiseled chest, his eyes, his lips, and with each thrust I pushed up into him. Wrapping my thighs tightly around him, I tensed as an orgasm rolled through my like a wave cresting.