Over and Over

Chapter Ten

Ten

The lights dimmed and an add for coke roared into life on the big screen.  I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs, beside me Mathew took a sip from his drink and watched the screen.  I reached for the popcorn that was in his lap, took a handful and started popping them into my mouth.  I looked about the theatre.  It was nearly deserted and we had the back row all to ourselves.  Perfect.

A preview for a comedy came on and it was really funny.  Mathew burst out laughing then started to choke on his drink.  I looked at him then burst out laughing.  Soft drink had come out of his nose and he was desperately trying to wipe it up with his hanky.  Then the main attraction started and we settled down. 

I reached again for some popcorn and this time my hand came into contact with his inside the popcorn tub.  My fingers felt his and I smiled to myself in the dark.  I didn’t look at him, just let my fingers gently brush his as I filled my hand with popcorn again.  I withdrew my full hand and slowly ate, still not looking at him.  Then my hand was empty again and I waited, silently pretending to watch the screen but really watching Mathew out of the corner of my eye.  He put his hand back in the tub and I reached again. 

This time I didn’t go for the popcorn but made a deliberate play for his hand instead.  I found his hand easily and clasped his fingers in mine.  He took my hand eagerly and squeezed gently.  I squeezed him back then let his fingers go.  He went for some popcorn but I followed his fingers, tracing them as they dug into the popcorn.  He stopped and let me run my fingers all over his, tracing every inch of his skin with mine. 

I could feel the salt from the popcorn all over his fingers.  I grasped his wrist and pulled his hand out of the tub and over to my lips.  I licked the salt and popcorn crumbs from his fingers using as much of my tongue and lips that I could.  He started to moan slightly as my tongue flicked the webbing of his fingers.  Long after there was no salt left on his fingers I pushed his hand back into the tub and put my hand under his and dug into the popcorn with own fingers.  He got the message and grabbed my own wrist.  He pulled my salt covered fingers to his mouth and returned the favour to me.  I gasped as his tongue found my palm and glided softly over my skin.  He felt divine.

Then my hand was clean and he looked over at me.  He entwined his fingers in mine and pulled them away from his mouth.  He pulled me towards him and I came willingly.  Ours mouths met, hesitantly at first then I parted his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He moaned and our mouths explored each other hungrily.  I decided to hold nothing back and gave him everything I had.  I had generations of experience in kissing.  And he felt every bit of it.

Suddenly he pulled back away from me and sat there panting heavily.  His eyes were wide and his pupils were so enlarged that they almost filled his whole eyes.  I didn’t need lifetimes worth of memories to know what I was doing to him. 

“Are you ok?” I said softly.

“God, yes.  I just had to stop or I thought I was going to explode.”

I smiled an old smile and caressed his face with my hand.

“Don’t be ashamed.  We have plenty of time.  If you want to explode, explode.”

He smiled that gorgeous crooked smile and drew me into a second kiss.  Somehow it was better than the first.