Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 65.: Tender

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Not only does she immediately kiss me back, but she also wraps her hands around my neck. I can feel her heartbeat when our chests touch, and I can only assume she can feel mine as well. I think we were both near to having a massive stroke, but now that she is silent and kissing me, and I got enough balls to take the initiative, I think all the intensity paid off.

Wrapping my hands around her waist, I minimalise the distance between us, and my hands slowly go up and down her back, caressing her lightly. Feeling the shape of her body is nice and all, it really is better than nothing, and most guys most likely didn't get any farther than that with her, but I slide my hands underneath it where I can feel the warmth, softness and smoothness of her skin.

While kissing me back slowly and tenderly, she unlinks her hands behind my neck in order to run her hands over my chest where her touch lingers.

By kissing her a couple of more times, more and more tenderly each time, I eventually close the kiss and press my forehead against hers. She mirrors my action, except that it takes her a moment or two to look up.

"What is it?" She asks in a whispering tone and a slightly husky voice.

God, if you only knew... It's what I've wanted since the moment I woke up in your apartment.

I grin, exhaling in a way that is cathartic. "I just... What's happening?" What's happening to me to only be this calm, at peace and not only really aroused but so drawn to her presence as well?

"Well," she sighs as she moves her hands up to my jaw and neck, caressing both with light movements of her fingers, "we're cuddling. We're on our way to do that, at least."

As I chuckle I lightly brush my nose against hers, and meanwhile, my hands follow the outline of her abdomen, all underneath the shirt. "Right, cuddling."

I can hear her grin due to her deep breathing, and she leaves a quick peck on my lips. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Not at all," I whisper, while moving my hands further up, and stopping them at her breasts. "Not at all," I repeat, which is when she lightly indicates by trying to lean up that she wants to kiss me.

I brush her lips with mine once, twice, then she takes none of that from me anymore and captures my lips in a sweet kiss when I try to do the same thing again.

She squeezes closer to me, so our bodies are perfectly aligned together, then pushes my open shirt off of my shoulders and reaches with her hands around my waist and lightly runs them over my back, occasionally scratching me a bit.

Without distancing myself physically from her, after she closes the kiss and goes in for another one, I breathe against her lips: "Tell me what you want."