Kiss: Part Two

The sound of the air conditioning turning on wakes me. I find that you are still asleep, curled around me, and try to get more comfortable. My movements wake you, and you put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from moving. 1

“Morning,” I say, even though it is pitch black outside, and must be well after midnight. “Did you sleep well?”2

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. I woke for a while, but you seemed so content to sleep that I decided to go back to sleep. But I did start reading that book that you were so entranced by earlier. What do you think of it?”3

“I think that it’s a very well written story and that the boy must be having a hard time dealing with his father, and the fact that he thinks he’s gay. But I’m not that far into it yet.”4

“Hmm. I finished it, but I agree with you on the fact that it is a well-written story; I won’t tell you any more. I know you hate that.”5

“Thanks… I’m hungry.”6

“Then lets find something to eat.”7

“Wanna go somewhere?”8

“Like where?”9

“I’m feelin’ a little Chinese in my future.”10

“Then Szechwan’s it is.”11

“Okay. But I need to shower first.”12

“I’ll be here.”13

You pick up one of the many books that are scattered around the table and begin to read, while I head to the shower. 14

I undress in a slow strip tease for no one, and scatter my clothes on the floor, leaving them where they fall. I stand in the bathroom, waiting for the water to get hot, and think of how close my face was to your crotch when we were on the couch together. My cheeks redden and a tingling sensation starts between my legs. My nipples get hard, and I have absolutely no control over my body’s reaction to you.  15

When the water is hot, I step into it and sigh as the steam caresses my body. I wet my long red hair down, shampoo it, condition it, and give it a final rinse. The feeling of my own hair draped across my back and shoulders creates another pull between my legs and my knees go weak. I lather the sponge with soap and begin to scrub the remnants of tea and sweat away. I stop as the sponge brushes my pubic hair, decide against anything drastic at this point and continue soaping my body. When I’m done I rinse the sponge out and let the soap suds trail down my back and legs, the odd sensation gives me the feeling that your hands are traveling down with the suds. 16

I rinse myself clean of the soap and turn the shower nozzle to the “cold” setting; I always finish my shower this way, with a cold rinse to clear my head and make my skin tingle. 17

I step out of the shower, after turning it off, and begin to towel myself dry. You stick your head in the room and ask,18

“What took you so long?”19

I give you a flirtatious look and say,20

“I decided that I don’t want Chinese food for dinner.”21

“Then what do you want to have for dinner?”22

“You.”23

I grab the front of your black silk shirt and pull you in close to me, sway against you and lean in for a kiss. You hardly notice that I am still wet from my shower and return the kiss eagerly. My hands run up your chest and circle your neck, but you take them with your own and pull me out of the bathroom and to the bed. 24

I see that you have tossed the clothes that I had left on the floor into the laundry basket and decide that I wanted to lay that trail again, but this time with your clothes. 25

My towel drops to the floor and I tug your hand; you turn around to see why I have stopped moving and I immediately reach for the top button on your shirt. My lips leave a trail of kisses down your jaw line, over your neck and to the next button, yet to be undone. 26

Your hands settle on my waist as I work my magic with your shirt. They begin a seductive dance of brushing nearer and nearer to the already dripping wet spot between my legs, but you never actually touch me there. It’s maddening. 27

I finally give up on the buttons and rip them off, tear the shirt off your shoulders and throw it to the floor. You smile at my ferocity and tell me that I look like a wild cat when I get that look in my eyes. I laugh at that remark and reach for your belt buckle, intending to undo it, but you take my hands again and stop me. 28

“I want to do this my way tonight.” You say.29

I give you a pouty look and peek at your from under my lashes, but you don’t respond to my flirtatious attempts to make you want to do things my way. I sigh, quietly, and say, “Alright, we’ll do things your way tonight.”30

A huge grin cracks your face and I can’t help but laugh at how odd it looks on your ever-so-serious face. 31

You take a step away from me and slowly undo your belt buckle, pull it out of the belt loops and toss it to the floor. Next come your pants, then boxers, and they too are added to the growing pile of clothing littering the floor. 32

When you are fully naked, you take my hand and lead me to the bed. I follow obediently and wonder what’s in store for tonight. 33

You lay me down on the four-poster bed and stretch out beside me. There are handcuffs attached to the two posts at the head of the bed, and you clasp them around my wrists tightly, but not so tight as to hurt. They make a clanking sound against the cold, brushed steel of the bed frame as I test to see how strong they are. 34

You laugh at my efforts and whisper in my ear that they cannot be broken by mere mortals. I remind you that I am no “mere mortal,” and that the blood of a witch runs through my veins. You shrug off the remark and tell me that even I cannot break them. 35

One of your hands travels up my arm, to the handcuff and circles my wrist, then a finger trails around the base of my palm and down my forearm, to the elbow, and over my biceps to the bite wound on my right shoulder. I shiver as you trace the outline of your teeth that has yet to fade and wonder when you will bite me next. Anticipation courses through my body as you lean in to kiss the mark you had made earlier and I hope that you will notice that I am almost ready to burst with need for you. 36

Apparently you do, because you sink your teeth into the flesh of my neck, tilt my head back with one hand and caress my left wrist with the other.  I shudder and bite my bottom lip in an effort not to cry out in ecstasy. 37

A drop of your blood closes the bite on my neck, and you run your right hand down my left arm, to a spot that would mirror the bite on my left side. I lean my head towards the right, giving you access to the vein, in the hopes that you will continue the bloodletting. But you whisper in my ear, “Not yet, my love. There’s more to come, but you will just have to wait.”38