Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Little explosions danced between our lips heating the kiss fast. It was like kinder and the fire was beginning to spread. I hadn’t kissed anyone before, except him that day that I really don’t want to think about. It was weird that once our lips touched I knew exactly what to do: instinct. Matt’s arm pulled me closer to him so only our clothes kept us apart. My eyes closed and I relaxed into his warm arms feeling safe and comfortable. I couldn’t remember why I kept putting this off, it was simply magnificent.

My arms snaked around his back and I gripped onto the material of his shirt and digging my nails into his skin. What sounded like a moan started in the back of his throat and he just kissed me harder. When his tongue touched my lips I hesitated. I didn’t exactly know what to do. Matt seemed to know a lot more of this than I did. I didn’t feel jealous that he was more experienced with other women than I was with men, but that could have just been because I was preoccupied.

Matt walked me over to the couch and dropped my body onto it without breaking the kiss. I landed softly, not really noticing the movement much at all. He lay on top of me, being gentle with his weight and touching. The touching I was a little nervous with. When was too much? What was okay for a first kiss? Should I be already touching? Matt’s hands skimmed my breast and a blush crept onto my cheeks. I was so embarrassed for some reason. I don’t think he meant it…

Matt touched my thigh through my dress, rubbing small circles before hitching it over his hip. I didn’t like this position. I was getting even more embarrassed and the little voice in the back of my head was getting louder. When he pulled down the material of my shirt I broke. I pulled away from him snapping my leg back underneath him. I opened my eyes and met Matt’s blue ones. They were filled with lust and desire but that just seemed to make me more uncomfortable.

I pushed him off me and he sat by my feet without another word. I rubbed my cheeks trying to erase the colour. I knew Matt was staring at me and I wanted to talk but no matter how many times I opened my mouth nothing came out. I wanted someone to suddenly burst into the room and interrupt us so I would have something else to do, but I was met with an eery silence.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone so fast but...it felt like you wanted it,” Matt finally said. He didn’t know me at all. It might have been a heated kiss but that’s all I wanted for a while. I needed to take baby steps with him and feeling me up was out of the question.

“I might of but I’m new to all of this. I need time to sort out all the commotion in my head. I need to take this extremely slow.” I sat up and swung my legs off the couch. I watched the fire crackling trying to guess his answer to all of this.

“Of course, I understand.” And he left it with that. Matt didn’t seem happy with what he had said but he was respecting me and my space and that’s all that matters.

“Thank you,” I leant in and gave him a peck on the cheek. My own cheeks flamed and I started to feel uncomfortable again. Maybe we just weren’t meant to be? Maybe the start of our kiss was just heat of the moment or I got a reaction out of it because it was my first time? The more I seemed to guess, the more puzzled I got.

Matt turned while I still had my skin against his cheek when he turned his head. Our lips touched once more and he kissed me back grabbing my cheeks and pulling me closer. The special feeling was gone now as I pushed at his chest trying to disconnect us. But he was too strong for me and eventually, once I had gotten nowhere from the pushing and shoving I slapped him.

That broke the kiss and left an awful red hand print on his cheek. My eyes blazed in anger and shock. I couldn’t believe he had just done that, right after I told him to take it slow. I felt dirty.