It was only our second date, but somehow we’d managed to talk so much already that silent pauses felt comfortable and natural. Not that you let there be too many of them though, you warned me from our first Bumble conversation that you loved to talk. It made me laugh how many times you would catch yourself and remind me of this. And honestly I was listening intently until I caught you checking me out while I was on the phone earlier. It looked like you were imagining something fun, absentmindedly biting your lower lip and restraining a coy smile.
Since then we’d smoked another joint and moved to the balcony outside your room, and you were telling me about all the tattoos you wanted to get. You were sitting across from me and pointing to your forearm, describing something that I’m sure was deep and meaningful but I was too distracted by your lips, wondering what you were imagining earlier and starting to imagine some things on my own.
“You okay?” – your words brought me back to Earth and suddenly my eyes met yours in a still silence. I didn’t know I was thinking the words until I heard them come out of my mouth, “you wanna make out?”. It was so uncharacteristic of me to be that direct, we both spent the next 10 seconds looking at each other somewhat stunned, wondering whether this was actually about to happen.
Just as I started to blurt out some random syllables in a failing attempt to explain away my embarrassment, I felt the warmth of both your hands on either side of my face, swiftly followed by your lips on mine. I kissed you back and firmly pulled you closer to me, resting my hands on your hips, gently guiding you to get on my lap. You seemed to have the same idea, as you straddled me and wasted no time in starting to unbutton my shirt while we continued to kiss rougher and deeper. Neither of us had even come up for air, it felt like a waste of time when there was so much to explore. My hands moved up your back from your hips, sliding under your tee shirt and pulling you closer into my body as our hips pushed and grinded into each other.
I pulled away from your lips just to lightly bite your earlobe and quickly plant a wet kiss just behind it, eliciting a sharp inhalation from you, followed by a deep “mmmmhh”. Hearing that was more than I could take while still sitting down and still having so many clothes in between us. I got to my feet, picking you up with me, your legs still wrapped around me, and walked us towards your bed. You bit your lip again, as the back of your head landed on the pillow and I got on top of you, kissing your collarbone, your neck and then back to your lips. I took a breathe and caught your eyes again, looking deeply into mine this time.
“Hellooo, you okay there?” — I felt a sudden, cool breeze and shook my head quickly, blinking myself back to reality. “Where’d you go, you’ve been staring at the same spot for at least 60 seconds now! I was asking if you want to get dessert or something?” I gulped and licked my lips, my mouth was so dry that I couldn’t form words anymore. “Uh, I think I should be going now, it’s getting late. Maybe next time?”
(First story I’ve ever written, feedback is welcome!)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imlk13/60_seconds_ff
Really good! Good job!