 Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash ~Jessica I’ve kissed many men, many times, in various settings, and I’ve rated all of them. The worst was the guy whose tongue I nearly gagged on as he tried to lick my tonsils. The best was the guy that could coax little sighs from me as I leaned into him. I think over mine and Adam’s date tonight as I try to guess where he will rate on my little scale. Our long, diverse dinner conversations hinted at his responsiveness and highlighted his wit. He wears confidence like a lion wears it’s mane. It’s there, visible, hard to miss, never flaunted, and attractive all the same. Something about him makes a woman’s imagination run wild with a surety that even those dreams will fall short of reality. He takes my hand in his, turning me to him and effectively stopping me from getting my keys. Bringing my hand to his face, he gently caresses my cheek with his free hand. His movements are almost imperceptible as his eyes watch me, locking on my own, causing my breath to catch. My lips part, silently begging him to close the distance faster as my vision glazes in anticipation of our lips meeting. My head tilts back, my soul knowing the exact angle I need to be for this man to ignite a raging fire within me. Our lips meet, we share a shaky breath, then begin to slowly explore each other’s mouths, neither willing to break eye contact. My body begins to sink and stretch into him, like waking up on a warm spring morning, after a pleasant dream. With my head perfectly cradled in a soft yielding pillow, body moving on a firm mattress as it adjusts to all my dips and curves, and a decadent sheet skimming across my bare skin. A moan of pleasure sounds softly and I’m not sure who it’s from. He moves his lips down my jaw, my body arching into his, my hand sliding into his hair to guide him to the spot on my neck that I always dreamt of, but had yet to discover. He not only discovers it, but traces it with teeth and tongue. Pleasure steadily drips from my neck, to a still pond within my body, causing ripples to disturb the surface and build in intensity. He captures my hair in his hand, exposing more of my neck and shoulder, and proceeds to flood my senses with waves of pleasure. The tides eating away any solid ground I have to stand on. He becomes my only solid ground. He holds me up with the door behind me, my arms wrap around him and hands bury themselves in him. His hair, his flesh, it doesn’t matter, I can only think to hold on. My mind is barely functioning, my breath is hitching and erratic, matching the sounds coming from me. My primal attempts at communicating my pleasure are answered by him taking my mouth again. Both of us exploring, claiming, arousing with teeth and tongue. His hands begin to explore my body, slowly, carefully, painstakingly. My knees give out and his thigh becomes my only support. Like flint to fire, sparks fly to my center as my hips move responding to the current of my growing passion. My breath grows in desperation with his hands moving closer. Closer. “Yes,” my voice is breathy, barely a whisper, and laced with passion and promise. He gently nips my lower lip and pulls his mouth from mine with a sigh. His hands move from me to the door, and I am forced to regain my bearings. “I need a minute,” he is as breathless as I am. His voice is low and I can feel the vibrations wash over me. The aftershocks interfere with my breathing. When my body finally settles some and my brain begins to clear I realize my rating system has just been obliterated.  Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash ~Adam
I didn’t have high hopes when I came out for tonight’s date. Jessica’s profile picture was stunning, her profile too good to be true. I knew there had to be a catch. I learned one important lesson over dinner, there is something seriously wrong with the men of this world. Our date lasted well into the night because we couldn’t stop talking. Her Uber was going to take thirty minutes to pick her up so she let me take her home. After the kiss we just had, I don’t know if I should thank the gods for that moment of pure bliss, or curse them for the sleepless night I’m about to have. “You should go inside,” my chin is resting on her forehead, barely touching her as I struggle to stay away from her mouth. My hands are firmly planted on the door as I actively focus on keeping them off of her. “I should have unlocked the door before we kissed.” I can’t decide if that would have been a good idea because her words are still whispering over my neck. I close my eyes and pray for strength, trying not to think about the heat from her breath and how it is searing my soul. “First kisses aren’t supposed to be that…” I can’t think of a word or phrase to describe what just happened. Trying to think of one while standing this close to her is a bad idea. “I’m going to move, stand on the other side of the porch while you unlock the door.” I didn’t move. “Don’t invite me in, I don’t have the strength to answer.” I couldn’t move. After another moment she leans her head back against the door, laughing silently, the movement of her chest and stomach doing things to my body that were not helping. “Take your time, I’m rather comfortable at the moment.” I curse the gods. Looking down at her, the feel of her arms draping over my shoulders, eyes shining with a provocative mixture of passion and humor, cheeks flush, lips swollen. My heart nearly stops. The wide genuine smile and careless laughter nearly break my resolve. I close my eyes, hang my head towards that spot on her neck and torcher both of us with the distance and proximity. I take a deep breath, devouring her scent and slowly release it, right on that spot. She gasps with pleasure and her body quakes. I remind myself to keep my hands on the door until she relaxes again. Pushing myself away from her, I walk to the other side of the porch and turn around to watch her. I make sure to hold onto the railing, like a lifeline, a tether to keep me away from this very tempting siren. She stands unmoving, her eyes closed for a moment then opens them and looks at me. I nearly go to her again, tightening my grip on the railing to stop myself. “Gods help me, you tempt me like no woman has.” Her smile, this time, is slower and one sided as she bites her lower lip, turning away slightly then peeking at me from a lowered gaze. I can’t help but laugh at my own suffering, “I am begging you, unlock the door, go inside!” She laughs as she fishes out her keys and unlocks the door. She looks up, torturing me with another smile, “Goodnight Adam,” and, mercifully, goes inside. Gods help me, before she can close the door I call out, “Jessica!” She peeks her head out, a mischievous grin on her face, “Yes?” She is breath-taking and I take a moment to digest this fact. “Goodnight, I’ll call you tomorrow.” She smiles again, this time softer, her eyes crinkling up a bit, and the slightest hint of dimples show. How many different ways can one person smile? “I’d like that. Goodnight.” She disappears inside and closes the door. Driving home, I decide to cover all the bases, I’ll thank the gods, curse them, and thank them again.
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