I watched AJ’s every move as he ignored my plea and slipped one hand away from my cheek, tilting my chin up toward him. I’d just finished telling him that this shouldn’t be happening, but when he came closer, all I did was close my eyes and let him kiss me again.
Slowly, he sipped at my bottom lip as if sampling the flavor first. It made me dizzy, standing there perfectly still while he lit my body on fire from the inside out. A contradictory chill raced down my spine at the exact same time. The warmth of his hand on the side of my neck made the last of my thoughts jumble and I forgot about the conviction that had almost stolen this pleasurable moment from my grasp. His tongue traced my lower lip before he took it into his mouth, the warm moisture causing something inside me to stir.
This isn’t right….
We’re not supposed to be doing this…
My mind told me to pull away, but I couldn’t. I fought it as hard as I could, but my moral qualms were no match for this feeling that AJ’s touch evoked. His tongue caressed mine over and over and over again, coaxing me into kissing him back. The wet stroking motion taunted me as I was overtaken by a myriad of dirty thoughts and vivid images – remembering how he used a similar technique when he’d go down on me, wondering if he knew how wet I was, wondering how hard he was…thoughts like that. Most of all, I wondered how far I would let this go.
AJ sensed my weakness and continued to push, slowly inching me backwards until my calves touched the couch. Without separating his mouth from mine, he undid his shirt and tie, tossing both aside before lowering me down where I lie sandwiched between him and the cushion. I pressed my palms flat against the warm skin of his toned back while his fingers dragged longingly up my naked thigh. This felt so right. It was like no one but him was ever meant to touch me.
Raking my fingers through his hair, the hunger between us grew and intensified. With haste, he pushed my towel aside and snatched me down a few inches by my hips until the persistent bulge at the front of his pants pressed against my sex. He cursed softly against my lips when our bodies made contact, only separated by the thin material of his pants. Imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me, I sought after his tongue again.
I hadn’t wanted a man this badly before or since him…not even Jason. In the back of my mind, I was focused on the mounting tension between my legs, the sensation that left me wondering if tonight would be the night that AJ proved that I wasn’t incapable of enjoying sex again. Not being able to climax was probably to blame for the coldness Jason had accused me of earlier, if there was in fact any truth to it at all. It was no secret that I’d been a little tightly wound these days.
AJ pulled away and I managed to steal one last kiss before he was out of reach. Slowly, with his eyes locked on mine, he unfastened my towel from around my chest and let the material fall aside. The sight of my breasts made him bite down on his lip with lust heavy in his expression as one hand gravitated to them. I lie there beneath him, completely nude, feeling like I’d dreamt this all up. Clearly, I’d fallen asleep in the tub and all our flirting and fantasizing induced this hallucination. There was no way on Earth he was here touching me right now. This couldn’t be real.
As if to kill my theory, AJ craned his neck down and traced a slow, teasing circle around my nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth. My head pressed into the cushion as my back arched toward him, silently surrendering whatever power I hadn’t already handed over. There was a familiarity in everything that he did – every touch, every kiss – and yet, this all felt new somehow.
AJ’s lips returned to their rightful place against mine, but his hand slipped between our bodies where one finger, and then two, explored just how wet his teasing had gotten me.