His Kiss - Part Two

She came to a stop directly in front of him. Looking into the smoky depths of her eyes he again reassured her with his own intent blue gaze. He felt his body react to the ripe fullness of her breasts beneath the white tank top that was clinging to her curves and tucked neatly into her jeans. He watched and stirred uncomfortably as her nipples hardened from his intent study. He could see their ripeness and need for the soothing attention only his lips and tongue could give them. His eyes continued their inventory of her curves captured in jeans and appreciated the snug fit around her hips.

His fists clenched and he pressed his knuckles into the rough wood bench at his side. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her. Calling on his well-known control, a control unknown to her, he opened his fists and placed his open hands, palm down on his knees. All the while he kept his eyes locked on hers, making him as much a prisoner of her regard as she was of his.

She took a deep breath, almost a shudder. Her eyes on his, she slowly wet her lips and then with the uncertainty of the intense emotions and reaction arcing between them, she began biting her lower lip. Without realizing what she was doing she took a step back from the bench. A step away from him and whatever was happening between them.

Pillow Talk

Have you ever been snuggled with your lover and talked quietly in the dark? You know on those nights when you aren't shagging, or so comatose you fall asleep the moment your head touches the pillow. In the many years I've been with the guy I live with we've had many evenings when we have done those things.

Sometimes when we are snuggling, talking and laughing together in the dark he asks, "Have you read any good books lately?" This is his invitation to tell him about a book that affected me strongly. Of course, he's a guy so he's usually hoping for something sexy and wicked, but every once in a while we have a conversation that really reveals something about ourselves to the other.

Once such time we had this discussion on fantasys. TGILW says he has no fantasys. Yeah, that quickly turned into a conversation that involved raised voices and the lights getting turned back on. Eventually, he let loose with some of his fantasys and a story I wrote...for him...called His Kiss was born.

So when I ran across it yesterday, I gave it a quick read. I hadn't looked at it in literally years. Reading it instantly put me back into that conversation in the dark when we really DID talk about our fantasys. It changed things...forever. That was a good thing.

His Kiss - Part One

Lounging against the back of the park bench feet kicked out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, he watched as the sultry beauty walked toward him. He smiled to himself thinking how perfectly she fit his dream. The sun seemed to light her long silky hair. The rich dark chocolate length lovingly caressed her smooth, dusky skin with every step and graceful sway of her hips. He was breathless taking in the living picture of his fantasy woman. She was perfect.

As she drew closer and he could take in the details of her eyes and figure, her pace began to slow. He sat up on the bench now, alert and intent, watching her. Willing her to come to him. She halted as she met his gaze fully for the first time. Eyes the color of smoky topaz seemed to be asking him . . .

It's okay . . . his eyes told her. Come to me. He willed her forward with his gaze. She began walking toward him again.