Fun, Fear, & Foreplay

He sits on the edge of my bed as he removes his shirt. I think to myself why such a simple action can cause such a primal response from shy, little me across the room. He does it in that manly, grab the back collar, and pull it up over head. Somehow this move is like show time for his muscular arms that always grab my attention and always make me wishing for him to grab more, to grab me. Already I feel the need for him between my legs. He's so calm and collected. How does he do that so well?

Snap out of it girl, he is a person just like you. If he can make a subtle move that stiffens you with excitement, so can you. I try to mimic his demeanor, hoping he see's me looking effortlessly seductive, and not realize just how much I am overthinking whatever my arm does next. I am not sure why I am so nervous, it's not like this is the first time I am touching a naked body, hell it isn't even my first heartless hookup. There is just something about him, something so intense I am pulled forcefully towards it like a magnetic field I am weak to. I know I should probably run, but instead when I moved my legs I found myself straddling him.

My inner thigh felt the confirming excitement flowing through his jeans. It seems I am not the only one hungry for more. With a hand on my hip, I can feel all his fingers pressing into me and pulling me in deeper to his kiss. As his other hand traces my collarbone and then cups the nape of my neck, cradling me to his lips, he teases me. Lips barely touching mine, which are parted and basically drooling for him it feels like. I try to lean into him, nibble that weak spot under his jaw and kiss my way down him, letting my tongue tease him playfully.

But then he stops me.

I didn't realize during all these naughty thoughts that were going a hundreds times a second through my mind were blinding me from a very important detail.

He still hasn't let go of my neck yet...