A few hours and cups of tea later we found ourselves as we often do, sitting on the edge of her bed. She occasionally does this thing when she is excited where she suddenly grabs me, then drops to the mattress as if engaging in a fierce hug. She holds on tight and quickly shakes me back and forth as if she was a dog wagging its tail, expect with her entire body. I love it. Laying there with her, as if in a hug tipped sideways, it always feels like zero gravity. Holding onto each other in that delicate horizontal space. I feel weightless.
Soon I find myself idly running my fingers along her arms, shoulders along her collarbones. Unfortunately we were at her parents house, and while some physical closeness was normal for us, we had never gone a more intimate direction in such a circumstance.
We lay there for a while longer, my hand tracing over her chest, following the same relaxed choreography as it always did. Soon my palm began to stray to her breasts, one then the other, lingering longer, pressing harder. She looked at me, but surprisingly made no motion to stop me. I continued, lightly pinching her nipples through the soft fabric of her shirt. I could feel her hips begin to lift ever so slightly against my thigh. I slipped one leg between hers and began to allow it to follow the rhythm of my hand. I could see her eyebrows begin to crease, as she let out soft whimper.
I could feel the moment reaching a fever pitch. I realized that I intended to break it.
I picked up speed, and increased the pressure until with a hearty exhale, she surrendered any lingering resistance and began openly gyrating against me. Her eyes shut, she abandoned all effort to hide the expressions flickering across her face. Carefully, I strayed a finger down to the waistband of her shorts. I outlined the elastic, waiting for her to snap out of it and stop me.
She didn’t.
I slipped my fingers into her shorts, feeling my way downward. I continued the same rhythm, except this time to much greater effect. I could feel my own pulse quickening, breath catching as I felt her reach out to shut off the lamp.
I rolled atop her, and sat up on my knees. Straddling her, it occurred to me to go down on her. I had very little experience with this, as she had once expressed early on that it was something she considered it highly intimate and was reluctant to do so outside of a relationship. I cocked my head, then slowly lowered it down until I was brushing my cheeks against the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs further, and I soon replaced my cheek with my lips, slowing kissing my way down.
As soon as I started, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and arched her back, pushing me further into her. I responded with equal vigor, and I could hear from the pace of her breath that she seemed to be increasing in her enthusiasm. I replaced my hand and begin to speed up, until I heard a ragged “stop”.
I immediately pulled back.
She followed, leaning upwards to began kissing me. She then paused, and whispered in my ear.
“I can’t. If you go any further I am not going to be able to stay quiet.”
I smiled, and reached my arms around her chest, pulling her into my lap.
“No worries. Next time.”
We kissed a while longer, then with a sigh she relaxed back onto the bed. I laid next to her, and flicked back on the lamp.
She looked so beautiful. Face illuminated by the soft light and her cheeks still flushed, she looked at me and smiled. We stayed like that, eyes locked until my unwieldy nervousness compelled me to break the silence.
“What are you so smiley about”
“I’m just excited.”
“Excited about what?”
“Excited about you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h0p9fb/excited_about_you_ff
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