Monday, September 12, 2016

All Night/Morning Long

"You are such an amazing kisser.  I could kiss you for hours."  Piz said to her.  She smiled into his kiss and said "I think you have been, actually."  His warm brown eyes met hers and smiled back.

She was fairly certain that she had officially kissed Piz more than any other person ever.  At first he said that he would sleep on her couch, and she had laughed at him.  She knew that wasn't going to happen.

He sat down on her couch and pulled her to his chest.  She let her head rest there, and commented on his rapid heart rate.  His arm encircled her shoulder, and he used his thumb to gentle stroke up and down, sending shivers up her spine.

He was so sweet, loving, romantic.  She suspected that was because it was the only way he knew how to be with a woman.  She attributed the romance and sometimes unbridled passion to the drinks they had that night.  They kissed and groped for hours, and he pushed his boundaries when he started kissing down her thighs.

"What do you think you are doing?" She asked him lightly.  "You aren't allowed down there!"

He kept kissing down while looking at her, moaned and said "But....I really want to."  His fingers looped under the fabric and her heartbeat quickened.

"Piz, no!  I won't be able to stop myself from having sex with you if you go down on me.  I can't." He acquiesced, but his hands wandered up her nightshirt.  She decided to allow it.  Later as he tried to take it off completely, she said "uh-uh, quid pro quo.  You first."  He backed down, and eventually they stopped kissing and fell asleep in each other's arms.

He clung to her even in sleep, and she never in her more life felt so desirable, so wanted.  She did come back to her first thought about being the only way he knew how to do things, to ground herself.  As weird as it sounded to say, she couldn't take all this attention and attraction personally.  He was acting out carnally...he had a penis that hadn't been used in a long time.  He hadn't felt loved in a long time either.

In the morning she woke to his gentle stirring, and they kissed sweetly for 5 minutes before actually greeting the other a good morning.  Her initial thought about the passion being alcohol related proved false as he managed to get them both down to just their underwear.  They giggled, laughed out loud, and shared stories of their families.

"We should plan a whole day where we do just this." He said as they got ready to leave.

"Monday is a holiday...let do it then?" She asked.

"Perfect."

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