SO there I am, lying beneath J as he tickles me until I am breathless. He stops suddenly, his big brown eyes bearing down into mine. Slowly, so slowly, like he's not sure of what he's doing, he lowers his face to mine, our lips are millimetres apart, I can feel his breathing on my face, fast and shallow. I know I want him now, and I know it shows on my face, without breaking eye contact, I bite my bottom lip gently, the anticipation is driving me crazy. Even with what we have consumed this evening, I can feel electricity flowing through me. It seems like an age before his lips brush mine.
Softly and slowly, J teases my lips with his, gradually opening my mouth with his, letting his tongue explore and caress. I love to be kissed, and J is turning me to jelly, alternating between soft caresses and hard hungry kisses.
He nuzzles my ears, and then kisses down the side of my neck until my skin rises in tiny goosebumps. I arch my neck away, to expose more delicate skin, his fingertips brush along my collarbone,under the straps of my top, sweeping bra and top straps down together. Every inch of my shoulder is kissed before he does the same to the other side.
My chest rises and falls with the deep breaths I manage to grab between the kisses, I ache to be out of my clothes and touching him. J is still on top, I am pinned to the sofa by him, all I can do is to return his kisses and trace patterns on his back with my fingertips, until I can find the hem of his shirt, and work my fingers up and under it, grazing his back with fingernails just long enough to be felt, but not sharp enough to mark.
As I reach the small of J's back he arches it involuntarily, moaning as he does so. I never cease to be amazed that a man who has spent his entire adult life in the army and is so masculine and outwardly tough, can be so sensitive, physically and emotionally.
