Just A KissI sit on the counter top and I look at him from across the kitchen. He smiles that knowing smile, with that hint of shyness as he looks me in the eye. I bite the edge of my lip slightly, but still maintain my stare. As he walks towards me, I feel that familiar heat below, making me feel vulnerable to his mutual desire. When he reaches me, he doesn't hold back. He puts his fingers through my hair and then grabs a fist full with both hands, pulling me to him. His lips push mine open for his tongue to mingle with mine. I spread my legs to fit his body between them, wrapping them around him to pull him closer.
That's all I want. Just a kiss. Is that too much to ask?
RhombusInTheSquare 36-40, F 18 Responses 16 Dec 21, 2012