This is how our first kiss ever started:
I wanted to kiss her right then.
So I did. Leaning toward her, I reached up with my left hand to pull her head closer to me, telegraphing my intentions to kiss her. It was a mutual desire as she leaned toward me at the same time. As our heads were drawn slowly together our eyes searched each other for words. Were we looking for a permission to continue or for some other instruction urging us both onward?
There were no words seen or spoken as the heat of our breath mixed; our lips only fractions apart. We seemed frozen as if in this instant, knowing this was the first kiss, it would soon be over, and never to be experienced again outside of memories we each would carry.
I loved the slowness. I loved the lingering of her face so close to mine, her breath halting, anticipating, living the eroticism of the moment. Our lips touched with a brushing lightness, mouths parted slightly drinking in the passion that was boiling just beneath the surface. Our lips sealed tightly as we were drawn into the swirling moments where time stands still, where the only sounds are two people breathing through their noses and hearts pounding in their ears.
Her tongue touched the tip of mine lightly just as I broke contact slightly. Holding her face between my hands, I kissed her again. My tongue probing deeper, meeting her own and swirling together. Again I broke contact slightly to look at her mouth, then kissed the corners, each time breaking off to look for a spot for the next kiss.
I could taste the dark red lipstick and my nose was filled with her scent. My head was swirling from the wine but this woman’s mouth was the true source of my drunkenness. I could have spent the rest of the evening just sitting there kissing her mouth over and over. I could never get enough of her. I could kiss her until infinity became a fraction of something as big as my desire was then.
“Jan?” I said as I backed away slightly. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me. . .I just had to taste. . .”
She smothered my explanation of the flurry of kisses with an urgent hungry kiss of her own. Her teeth bit lightly onto my bottom lip as she sucked it gently into her mouth. I had no choice but to kiss her back. The passion I knew inside was there in the form of this beautiful woman kissing me with a longing and a hunger I could understand.
She spoke huskily as we stopped to catch our breath. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be kissed like that? I love a man who can kiss, and who can kiss back.”
I smiled a wordless reply as she completed my thoughts for me. “Yes, this is going to be quite a journey!”
A combination of the exquisite kissing and the potent wine probed deeply into my being where my own animal paced anxiously, waiting to be released. I sensed the urgency in her also as we sat closely in the booth. Neither of us was speaking, nor were we breathing normally. The attraction that brought both of us to this place was now driving us onward. Neither of us could stop it, nor did we want to try.
Dan
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