You come over and I greet you at the door. It's kinda chilly so you've got a hoodie on with some fitted jeans and sneakers. I raise my eyebrow at your choice of attire and you immediately become self conscious and attempt to defend your choice. I stop you and tell you it's okay. I like seeing you comfortable. It fits tonight. You smile gratefully and embrace me. We walk to the kitchen and we make small talk for a while then I take you on a tour of the place. You comment on some photographs on the wall and I tell you about a few of them and what led me to take the pictures.
We make our way back to the kitchen and I offer you something to eat. You tell me you've already eaten but you'll take a beer. Once again my eyebrow raises and you laugh and ask me why the eyebrow. I explain that I expected you to say wine but I love a lady that can have a few beers with me. We laugh about the fact that I spent 45 minutes individually in the wine aisle at Raley's, Albertson's, and Khoury's trying to figure out what type of wine you would drink.
We retire to the couch and I launch Netflix. We spend a few minutes talking about our favorite types of movies and our favorite actors and actresses. We meet in the middle and finally select a movie. You kick your sneakers off and relax on the couch. This immediately catches my attention as I've wondered what your toes look like. Glancing at your socked feet I feel a slight tremor. My mind is racing with images of your toes. What color are they painted? Are they red, black, nude, multicolored...? The more I think about it the more my pulse races. I shift on the couch because my sweatpants are suddenly tight around the crotch area. You glance at me and give me a small smile before returning to the movie.
The movie holds our attention and we unconsciously drift towards each other. We realize what we've done at the same time and our bodies stiffen slightly before we relax and enjoy the feel of each other. You complain about being warm and remove your hoodie to reveal the tank top you're wearing underneath. I smile appreciatively. You blush and mumble that it's only a tank top. As you go back to the movie I can't help but stare at your shoulder by the light of the television. The very faint dusting of freckles hidden by your tan mesmerizes me. I find myself reaching out and lightly touching that shoulder. You shiver and freeze in place. I continue lightly grazing your shoulders and you relax. I'm painfully aware of my erection and the effect you're having on me and I wonder, slightly embarrassed, if you are aware of it as well. I trail my fingers up your neck and you lean into my touch. I see your toes flex and I feel you grip my thigh through my sweatpants. I lean forward and bury my nose in your hair taking a lungful of your scent. Something fruity. Something that excites me.
You turn your cheek to me and I nibble your ear. A slight whimper escapes your lips. It sends a jolt of sexual energy through me. I shift my position and firmly grab you around the waist and pull you back into me. I know you can feel my erection now and it no longer makes me nervous. It excites me. You reach back and grip the back of my head as I kiss your neck. I nibble slightly and suck gently enough not to leave a mark. You sigh. My hand on your stomach slides up between your breasts and grab your chin between my thumb and forefinger. I tilt your head back and gently kiss your lips. I'm hesitant at first but as your lips part the kiss increases in intensity. I feel your tongue exploring and I reciprocate. We stop briefly to breathe and stare at each other before delving back in. We can't get enough.