INTIMACY CLINIC - The Conversations we AVOID

WEEK THREE: Saturday - Part 02

Maira was sitting in the middle of the bed, folding her legs.

Charlie sat in front of her. He looked at her. She didn't seem different. There was no excitement on her face.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said, avoiding eye contact but in a firm voice.

"Then do me a favor. Forget about everything, and live in this moment. I hate to be the only one doing it." He said.

She looked into his eyes. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and lowered her head to nod.

Then she closed her eyes. And started to lean back, slowly. When. . .

Charlie held her hand.

She stopped and opened her eyes - confused.

He looked into her eyes sensuously and shook his head. She came back to her position. Sitting just like before.

Charlie held her left hand and placed his right hand over it.

Then he started to move his right hand slowly on the back of her hand; on fingers and wrist. And brushed the tip of his left hand's fingers on her palm from under.

It was so smooth that Maira started to feel tickles. She closed her eyes and started to feel it.

She felt her hand being lifted. She felt his right hand moving away from her hand. Before she could guess the reason, she felt a soft kiss on the back of her palm.

Charlie's lips touched her hand but didn't move away. Instead, they moved towards her wrist; Softly.

She felt his lips - just touching her skin and moving up, on her hand, from her wrist to her elbow, and then towards her shoulder.

With the movement of his lips, she felt his presence, closer to her. She felt the gap between their bodies reducing as his lips moved closer to her shoulder.

She felt his cheek touch her chin when his lips were on her collarbone.

While his lips moved to her shoulder, his left hand moved from her palm to her back. Then to the back of her neck. And then behind her head.

His left hand and his lips were moving in a sink. As soon as his lips reached her collarbone, his hand grabbed her hair gently and pulled them down. Her head tilted backward, making her chin move up, giving his lips space to move to her neck.

His lips opened, and his tongue touched her neck. The tip of his tongue gently rubbed the skin of her neck, and then his lips closed. Then they moved further down on her neck and opened again.

Her breathing increased. She opened her lips to breathe. With every kiss, her chest started to pump more prominently than before.

His right hand moved to her legs. He kept kissing her neck while he slowly unlocked her crossed legs.

She didn't protest. Didn't try to stop him. She followed his lead and stretched her legs.

Her eyes didn't open. She felt his lips moving under her chin. And felt his left hand, moving, from her head to her back, and she felt his palm spreading to support her back when she also felt his lips opening wide to grab a part of her neck, and with that, she also felt a gentle push on her, from him.

She took the hint and leaned back, immersed in the feeling of his touch. His hand supported her and let her come down slowly, without letting his lips off her neck.

He was taking his time. Moving slowly as if this is the last time he is going to have sex.

She was not leading. She was not hugging him or opening her eyes to look at him. But she was responding to every hint he gave. And she was feeling every bit of his touch.