"I like how brave you are, and how good you are with Sophie. I like how smart you are. How outspoken."
"Yes?"
"Yes."
With every word he spoke he moved closer to me until his face was only inches away from mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he waited, hovering right in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off of his body and wrapping itself around me like a wool blanket. I could feel the tension, too. I knew how badly he wanted me and yet still he held himself back. I couldn't say for sure, but it seemed like he was waiting for my go ahead. I hadn't ever had a man be respectful of me in that way and it sent me over the edge. I bridged the small remaining gap between us and pressed my lips against his.
It was just as exhilarating as before. Maybe even more so. This time there was the anticipation. I had spent the whole day thinking about that first kiss and wondering if I would ever get another one again. Now I didn't have to wonder anymore. I didn't have to ask myself if he was really attracted to me the way that I was to him or if he had just gotten caught up in the moment. The moment my lips landed on his I could feel his entire body respond to me. It was like electricity was flowing between our two bodies, pulling us closer and closer together.
The kiss started out slow, maybe even a little bit unsure, but it quickly became something else. His lips were more forceful, needier, and his hands found my ribcage and urgently pulled me in closer to him. Now I was practically in his lap and it still didn't feel close enough. It seemed like I couldn't ever get close enough to him, like I couldn't get enough of him. His hands moving over my body left my skin tingling and screaming for more, more, more. My hands made their way up to his thick, unruly hair and plunged in deeply, pulling lightly and reveling in the sound of the light moan it elicited from deep in the back of his throat.
"Kayla," he gasped, pulling away from me so that he could speak.
"Yes? Is this wrong?"
"No, not wrong. That isn't what I was going to say."
"Then what?"
"I want you. God, I want you so much."
"I want you too," I whispered, afraid of how true the statement was. I had never wanted a man in my entire life the way I wanted him. It scared me how badly I wanted to have more of his touch.
"Will you come upstairs with me? Is that something you want, too?"
I couldn't speak anymore, just nodded vigorously, trying and probably failing not to look too eager. Once we were in his bedroom there wasn't anything else to stop us. There was no chance of Sophie prancing in and asking for a glass of milk. There was just him and me. It was one of the most exciting things I could remember happening to me.
He rose, slightly unsteady on his feet, and extended a hand to me. I took it, feeling a little bit light headed but completely up for the challenge. He didn't let go of my hand, held the tips of my fingers as he led me up the impressive stairway. He didn't say a word and neither did I. The entire house was silent and it made what was about to happen feel even more monumental than it might have otherwise. I kept having to remind myself to breathe, in and out, in and out, trying to time each breathe with my steps. Faster than I expected we were standing in the foyer of his vast master bedroom. He shut the door quietly behind me and then we were utterly alone. It was almost like we were the only two people in the whole wide world. I liked that feeling. It was something I thought I could get used to.
The room was dark enough that my eyes struggled to adjust to the change in light, but I could still make out David's outline, see his hand as he lifted it and gently stroked the side of my face.
"So smooth," he murmured, "so rich."
My breath came in quick, shallow gasps. I didn't answer him because I wasn't sure I could speak without my voice breaking. His hand trailed teasingly along the side of my neck and ran lightly across the line of my collarbone. His fingers were strong, capable, and I wanted to feel them all over my body. I wanted those hands everywhere at the same time. I wanted him to make my body sing.
"Kayla, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. It's intimidating."
Intimidating? He was intimidated by me? It didn't seem possible and yet here he was saying it with complete seriousness. I felt more powerful than I had ever felt before. It was an intense aphrodisiac and it made me bolder than I would usually be.
"Kiss me," I said insistently, "please kiss me, David."
"Your wish is my command."
I could hear the grin on his face when he spoke and it made me smile, too. He put one strong, calloused hand on the small of my back to draw me in closer to him. I could feel the length of him against my hip and just that made me start to pant. He leaned in and kissed me again, first softly and then more forcefully, more urgently. It was like he needed to have me, and that was the biggest turn on of all. My hips started to move gently against him, grinding slowly against his body so that he let out another one of those moans. It felt like our bodies were vibrating with the energy of what we were doing and I got lost in the feeling of his lips, his tongue. He tasted sweet and my hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, ready to feel more of him. I wanted as much as I could get.
Clearly he took the hint because he ripped the shirt off, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside like it was nothing more than an old rag. His body was more insane than I could have imagined. How the hell did he have time to get a body like that and be a doctor? His arms were enormous, the lines of his abs so pronounced it was like he could have walked straight out of a men's fitness magazine. To top it all off, he had perfectly defined lines making a perfect v down towards the low slung edge of his slacks.
"Jesus, you're, like, perfect."
I didn't mean to say it. It sort of just slipped out. He laughed, though, and I could see his abs moving as he did. He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, my mouth, slipping his warm, wet tongue between my parted lips.
"Why thank you," he said against my mouth, kissing me again and again so that I felt completely breathless. My hands found their way to his broad chest, pulled lightly on the thin layer of hair I found there. My fingers traced down, down towards his belly, down towards the button of his trousers. They lingered there, playing with the zipper and then casually unbuttoning them. I wanted all of his clothes off. I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me.
"Hold on now, I think it might be your turn. Fair is fair, right?"
His voice was hoarse with lust and now it was his turn to pull on my flimsy dress. He brought it easily up and over my head and then gasped when he saw what was underneath. Nothing. Underneath my dress I was completely bare and his hands immediately explored the length of my body, stopping tantalizingly on my pelvic bone before moving up to my full breasts. My back arched beneath the palms of his hands and now his hips were bucking involuntarily into mine, his body pressing mine right up against the wall.
"What do you want?" he panted, his pants falling off of his hips to reveal his long, hard shaft. My hand slipped down and took it into my grip, then ran up and down in slow, smooth strokes. David groaned and threw his head back, his eyes closed and his Adam's apple moved in his throat.
"I want to feel you inside of me," I said in a low voice, hardly believing that those words would come out of my mouth. He made me feel wild, completely free of any inhibitions. Now that we were here together like this with his body wrapped around mine, I wasn't afraid of saying anything to him. I was willing to tell him everything I wanted. All he had to do was ask.
"You do, do you? Well, I don't want to disappoint," he said with a smile, shaking his pants the rest of the way to the ground and stepping easily out of them. Apparently he wasn't a man who needed to be asked twice and, before I knew it, I was being lifted up into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked me across the room to his impossibly large four poster king size bed. It was like I weighed nothing at all and I felt like I belonged entirely to him. I was at his mercy and there was nothing else I would rather be.
He lay me down on the bed and stood at the foot, looking my body up and down slowly. Everywhere his eyes fell felt like it was on fire. My whole body burned for him and arched towards him, begging for his touch to return. Once again, he read my desire perfectly. He knelt on the bed before me and ran his hands from my feet along the length of my legs, spreading them apart slowly, purposefully. I could feel myself growing wet already and when his fingers found the pulsing slit between my thighs I cried out with the intensity of the contact.