Purging the demons (1)

"If I don't leave now I'm gonna be really late." He made a grand show of looking at his watch. She stood up and walked to her bedroom, knowing that he would follow soon after. When he came in, she was standing by the window.

"Are you expecting something to happen?" He asked quietly.

"No."

"But you just came in and stood here. Surely there's a reason for this?"

She let the question hang in the air. 30 seconds passed.

"So are you ever going to kiss me?"

She turned towards him, glad that he finally articulated the intentions. After a heartbeat, she stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. Soft against soft.

She didn't know how it happened but soon, he was sitting on her bed and had pulled her close to him, their lips only parting for a moment's breath. There he sat, and she stood, his hands under her t-shirt, her hands tracing his profile, his mind willing but hesitant, her body unwilling but receptive.

After their lips were both sore, he laid her down on her back. Avoiding each other's eyes, he kissed a wet path from her inner thigh to her belly, while she fought within herself. Should I be doing this? He lifted her t-shirt and rested trembling hands on her breasts. Using his lips, he drew a cresent under her small but pert breasts. When his tongue and lips finally closed around her nipple, a soft sigh escaped from her. Her mind was just as busy as he, wondering at which point in this relationship have they gone over the line. Before she knew what she was doing, she bit her lower lip and pushed him away gently.

"Aren't you gonna be late?"