I walked to her and put my hands on her face, brushing strands of her hair out of her face, as I put my lips to hers. My fingertips glided smoothly across her soft skin. My lips so gently kissed the side of her mouth then the other, leaving her lips wanting. I kissed her nose and then her forehead; I kissed her chin and then her cheek and explored with my lips under her jaw that was bold. My hands slid down her neck to join my lips. I could feel her melt at my light touch as her head rolled to show me more neck to kiss. She trusted me and if the way I felt was any indication, that trust was well given, because I wanted to be as gentle with her as any man can be.
I kissed her mouth again and held if for the longest time. When we parted I stared into her eyes and we smiled lightly together. “Not bad for a first kiss.”
My hands were on her sides when I slid them under her Christmas sweater just to softly tickle her warm skin. She laughed a little and I could feel her stomach flex and relax. “Stop that,” She said playfully. That just made me love her more. I moved my fingertips across her skin and up her stomach. She rolled onto her back and I was over her tickling her more and she was laughing harder. The tickling kept going until it reached a climax. I lifted her shirt over her belly and kissed her stomach, and then I fell face to face with her, my arms over her head. Her breathing was almost heavy. I kissed her lips again.
All I wanted was to be with her, 'cause god knows I have been everywhere else. I needed to feel her. She sat up and we didn't break eye contact. She lifted her arms over her head so I could slip her shirt off. She was the bravest girl I'd ever met, but she seemed a little nervous now. I couldn't have loved her anymore for that. She wore a red bra, and she was the bstpresent in the world. I kissed her chest. "I love you so much," I said, as I slipped off her skin tight jeans. I could not have believed there was anything in the world as beautiful as her if I had seen it all.
I undressed her and she undressed me.
We stood together completely vulnerable, we couldn't have been more intimate. I reached around her and pulled her close to me, so that I felt the small of her back in one hand and her hair in the other. We kept each other warm like we were each other's house. I kissed her lips and worked my way down her neck. With my hands I smoothly stroked her neck and down her back. She shivered with pleasure. "I'm putty in your arms," she said.
"I won't take advantage of you. I'll take caare of youforever and through it all. 'Cause I'm falling even more in love with you and letting go of all I've held onto. I'm standing here until you make me move; just hanging by a moment here with you."
