COFFEE
“ I really had fun. Thank you. ” She said swinging their intertwined hands .
He grinned at the sidewalk and loosened his grip. He wanted to see if she would grab on. She did not. He stole a glance at her gentle face. She was just walking with him; not over- zealous, not giddy, just a soft pretty face. She matched his pace and gently held his hand. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad. They drove home comfortably but quietly. She laid her hand lazily atop of his on the gearshift. His thumb slowly traced the length of her pinkie. She sighed. He remembered how easy it was with her; to feel good. Pulling to the front of the house Laura clicked the alarm watching the lights come on. Gavin got out and walked briskly around to get the door for her. He smiled as her tan legs peeped out and gingerly lead the way for the rest of her curvy frame. The red dress she’d worn snuck up just above her knee. His eyes glanced appreciatively. He’d forgotten how lovely she was.
“Thank you again.” She smiled, encircling his arm, and leading him to the door. “Gavin, I had a great night. It was so good to see you. I’ve missed you.” Her happiness faded just a little. She dropped her hand from his arm.
There was a tug of sadness. He’d missed her too. He’d seen her on the street, even called and hung up, afraid to speak, uncertain of the words. He had been content reading her work and watching from the sidelines until he simply done it. He’d spoken to her. She’d not treated him badly. He was surprised; all things considered. He wasn’t sure that they could even be in the same room, but she’d been happy to hear from him; been sweet and nice. He found his pulse had quickened when they decided to have dinner. He got ready with extra care, remembering her favorite shirt. He was almost nervous.
“Do you want some coffee?” She stepped away, heading for the kitchen.
“Oh no. Don’t put yourself out.” He tossed lightly as she pulled his favorite cordial, pouring it for him. “You remember?” He was surprised.
“Of course I do.” She chuffed, wrinkling her nose.
Handing him the glass, she hoped he didn’t notice her tremble. He had her favorite shirt on. He was so handsome, he took her breath away. Her heart fluttered around in her chest like a frightened bird. Her legs shook and when she swallowed, her throat was tight; scratchy. He took her hand, leaning in as he accepted his drink. He barely kissed her, his lips gently brushing against her mouth. It took her off guard but she did not pull away.
She closed her eyes enjoying the softness of his touch and the fire igniting in her body. She permitted him to kiss her again and again; brief, gentle, searching; until she felt his arm slip around her waist, pulling her to him. His fingertips skimmed along her bare spine as he hunted for the zipper to the backless dress, his breath and voice tickling the hollow of her shoulder. She thought she would melt. Her entire body seemed to spark with desire, blood sizzling through her veins. She could barely think.
In turn, her hands sauntered along his arms and she cradled his face gazing at him. She kissed the tip of his nose, his chin. He shivered as she whispered softly to him, asking him to put his drink down.
“I don’t think we need that right now.”
“I don’t want it.”
She giggled, leaining in to him. His touch became hungry, nibbling at the curves of her body, pulling at her hem. He couldn’t feel enough of her skin.
“Would you like to walk or ride?” He asked gently.
She paused, looking at him curiously. He flushed with embarrassment, wondering if he had been a presumptuous ass for rushing her, but she turned and grinned.
“I’ll walk” she said quietly and took his hand.
He was surprised by the new colors and furniture in her room. He stood for a moment, taking it all in. Could they do this? Was this a good idea? Their lives were so different, far apart it seemed, but he simply was unable to forget her. He kissed her again, not so delicately this time.
She responded warmly, reaching up to unbutton his shirt. Her mouth playfully brushed his chest, kissing each bit of newly exposed flesh. Her curious hands marveled and appreciated his body. It was smooth, firm; it felt wonderful. Her kisses became eager. She began to quiver with anticipation.
Gavin slowly laid her back on the bed. He stretched out next to her, continuing to tease her body with “almost kisses” and wisping brushes of his hands along her form. He traced the lines of her dress; feeling the goose bumps dash across her skin. He loved hearing her breath soft and shallow as she rose up to meet his touch but he kept his distance, waiting until he heard her say it. His own body was in overdrive. He ached to touch her, kiss her skin and feel the heat of her.
She rolled to face him, her eyes hungry and dark.
“Gavin. Please. I want you.” She whispered and as her mouth found his, she sighed.
His hands quickly addressed the zipper that stood between him and this precious woman. He slipped it from her body and let it drop to the floor. Her eyes flashed with self consciousness.
“How silly.” He thought as he trailed her ribs with his fingertip, watching her bite her lip. He sat up, leaned over her, his mouth and tongue slowly caressing her silky skin. She could feel the heat of his breath skimming across her hips. She purred his name; lost in the ecstasy of memory and now. He told her she was beautiful.
She needed him so much she ached. Opening her eyes, she was almost startled to see him watching her.
"Hey...no peeking!" she giggled, her body shaking with a craving she'd not felt in a long time. She returned his light touch and kiss, enjoying the sighs it drew from him. With her gentle hands and soft sweet mouth she told him she wanted him, that he was perfect. Playful, shyness gave way to heat and hunger. Her lips became more ambitious and quick, relishing the taste of his skin and when she could stand it no more, she pulled at his hips gasping as he moved inside her; her back arching, begging to feel all of him. Passion rambled through her body tickling her every nerve. He growled quietly as her nails scratched at his skin. She cried out, unable to wait anymore; their rhythm steady and their breath ragged. They exploded; bodies ravaged by desire, slick with sweat and ultimately satisfaction.
He watched her sleep for a while. He brushed her hair from her cheek as she snuggled against him breathing deeply, contentedly. What was left of the night folded around them like a quilt. They slept, remembering each other and how good they felt together.
Morning sun peeked through the shutters and woke her. She slowly, almost regretfully pulled away heading for the shower. He stirred, smelling her soap and feeling the steam from the bath. He was sad he’d missed it; another morning perhaps. He watched her as her robe fluttered open around her thighs while she absently tugged clothes to dress for the day. He sniffed and stretched, raising up on his elbow to see her better.
“Hi.” She smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hi.”
“Coffee?”
He slipped his hand around her leg and glided along just under the hem of her little robe.
“We tried that before and failed.” He grinned pulling her to him.
She giggled, feeling his desire for her in his arms and body. Her wet hair curtained their kiss from the nosy morning outside.
“Try, try again….” She laughed as he pulled her under the blankets.
...and I wish you a good morning.
:)
