“Come up here.” His hands went under her, pulling her off her feet. He relished the feeling of her legs wrapping around him as he pulled her closer - as good as he’d imagined, better actually, holding her tightly against him that way. He lowered his mouth to hers and took it in a kiss, possessing her as her mouth opened under his, kissing him back, her hands around his shoulders, pulling herself into him with an urgency and heat to match his own. He was burning, going up in flames, still, he held onto restraint by a thread.
Suddenly her hands were in his hair, wrapping themselves in it as she pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed like that for long minutes, lips and tongues chasing, exploring, like it was the first time, like that was all there was.
“Zayne,” she breathed, pulling back reluctantly. “Your show. It must be on.”
He laughed, unsteady, bemused. “You must be joking.” He walked her, still wrapped around him, to the sofa, laid her down on the brown leather couch, and came down over her. With a hand on the side of her face, he kissed her again, loving the way she looked underneath him.
“Told myself I was going to take my time,” he told her, pulling back, coming up on one elbow. He ran his hand down her sweater, over her breast, her waist, down her leg in those painted-on jeans. Over all of her and back up again, slowly, looking into her eyes. “Told myself if I ever got this chance, I’d tease you all night. It’s going to be so hard to wait, but I’m going to do it.”
She reached for him, her hands finding the hem of his sweater and shirt, grabbing at it hungrily, pulling it up his sides, her touch urgent, greedy as she slid across his skin. “Not necessary,” she assured him breathlessly. “I need to see you. I need to touch you, to feel you inside me. I need it more than anything. I can't wait much longer.”
He smiled slowly, lifting her own sweater, delicately uncovering a beautiful bare inch of skin before he ran his thumb lightly over it, then moved up, stroking her skin under the wool. He watched her shift under him, saw her eyes darken, her pink tongue sneak out to lick her lips.
“That’s the way it’s going to be, though." He promised in a low voice. "Slow. Till you burn. Till you scream.”
Thank you as always for reading my short piece! This is part of my WIP - hope you enjoyed it!