New Beginnings

17 - Don't Panic (NSFW)

I sat my bottle on the counter and started to remove my shoes when he took his off, but he motioned no. He took my hand to lead me to the living room. He sat me on the couch and turned on some music over the bluetooth speakers and dimmed the lights. He untied his bowtie and took off his jacket and then rolled up his sleeves. He got down in front of me and removed my shoes, caressing and kissing my feet as he did so. He then moved up my calves and thighs, massaging all the way. He stopped with a wink before he got all the way up under my skirt.

He stood and held out his hand for me to stand with him. He pulled me against his body and held my waist with his left hand. I could feel the heat radiating across my back. With his right hand, he took mine and we began to dance. I was much shorter without my heels and had to look up to see his beautiful face.

As much urgency as we had felt earlier in the evening, the mood had shifted to a more romantic one. Our pace was slower and not rushed. We knew we had all night. He held my hand against his chest and we looked into each other's eyes as our bodies moved together to the soft music. It was sensual and I was lost in the moment.

I wanted to let myself go. I felt free with him, but I could only let it go so far. I had a line that I would not cross. He had pushed me close to it, but I had held on and not gone over. That line was there for protection. I had to keep control of my emotions, but I could let him have my body freely.

I felt his hand move to the top of my dress and find the zipper. He started pulling it down while holding my gaze. When the zipper stopped at my waist he looked frustrated. I smiled and turned to give him access. He kissed my neck and moved down my back. My skin was on fire from his lips and it was spreading.

He got the zipper past the stubborn spot and kissed all the way to the top of my thong. He turned me back around and slipped the dress over my shoulder and then helped me get my arms out. The dress fell to a dark puddle around my feet. His sharp intake of breath made me weak.

"You are a goddess, Hannah. So beautiful..." his mouth covered mine and then I was in his arms. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me gently on the bed. I was completely entranced by him. I was ready for him to do whatever he wanted to me. He stood up and began removing his clothes. I turned to my side and propped on my elbow to watch.

He pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it slowly, letting it hang open when he finished. His chest peeked through as he unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. He slipped his socks off and he was left in his unbuttoned shirt and boxer briefs. They were strained from his erection. I think I licked my lips as I looked him up and down.

He smiled that deadly smile and moved toward me. I stood on my knees on the bed and slipped the shirt off of him. I reached for the waistband of his underwear, but he leaned me back on the bed and laid beside me.

"Slow down, Cheonsa. I want to savor you." His words flowed over me like warm water and I melted. His fingertips trailed from my collarbone to the edge of my bra. He traced the line and watched as my nipples hardened. His fingers continued their journey between my breasts and down my abdomen, pausing to circle my belly button. When he reached the lace of my thong, he traced the edge like he had my bra. He could not see the flood he was causing between my legs.

My breath was getting faster and a little ragged as he laid his full palm on my stomach and slid it up to capture my breast. He teased my nipple and then went to the other one. The texture of the dark blue lace enhanced the sensation. I reached for him but he held my hand over my head and leaned down to kiss the swell of my breast.

He ran his tongue across the lace and flicked my nipple. My breath caught and he laughed softly. "Do you want me, Cheonsa?" his husky voice made me want him even more.