Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... you asked me my reflex reaction was to deny. I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me, my beautiful Samantha?"

"Oh."

I wait, impatiently, while she processes this. I bite my lip and bounce on my heels.

"Yes I can forgive you. I will. I just did."

I let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Now, can you do something for me please Sarah?"

"Anything."

"Will you kiss me please?"

"Yes."

Despite our words I hesitate. Her hands are in mine, my eyes in hers. They are full of trust. I feel full of love, lit up like a flame.

I step forward into her space. I breathe her in, her fabulous scent.

"What do I do?" she asks. Her breath is warm on my cheek.

"Move not, while my prayer's effect I take," I whisper.

Raising myself slightly on the balls of my feet, holding her gaze, I tilt my head up and to the side. I lean in further and gently, oh so tenderly, press my lips to hers.

This should be earth shaking. This should be fireworks. It's not. But it is lovely and my heart is hammering.

I move my lips gently, parting them and sliding them lightly against hers for a second.

Then I force myself to pull back. I stay close to her, but take my head away, holding her gaze. She's so beautiful.

"Oh," she says, "is that it?"

Ok, I'm not having that!

"No," I whisper, my lips centimetres from hers, "I just wanted to take things slow."

"Oh," is all she manages before I kiss her again.

I pull her hands to my hips, placing them on me as my mouth moves against ...

... hers. I part my lips and trip the tip of my tongue along the length of hers as my hands slide up her back. She slouches into me and I feel her returning the pressure, her lips separating slightly. I move my hand up to cradle her jaw as I plant pecks across her parted lips, lightly pinching hers with mine. She pulls me to her, our breasts pressing together, and I tease a tiny tip of tongue over her teeth. I feel her flinch momentarily but then push herself back into me. She tastes sweet, sugary and lemony. She's trying to smile as we kiss and so am I and my skin is buzzing and my heart is aching and I realise I'm fighting to keep myself from throwing her down on the sofa and ripping her clothes off right here in her parents' living room...

I pull back. She gapes at me, her lips still parted, looking slightly bereft. Then she smiles, a full, real, warm smile, like a flower opening, like bread rising, and I know in every part of me that she's my world and I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love.

"Oh," she gasps, "Sarah... that was so extra. I feel delicious."

"You taste delicious," I whisper back, "of sugar and lemon."

"You taste of silk and caramel and the day we got our A Level results."

I giggle and stroke her hair. "You say the sweetest things, gorgeous."

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

"Am I gorgeous?"

"Yes," I kiss her lightly, "yes, yes you are. You are so beautiful my love. You are like crisp apples, and day-break, and starlings when they gather in those ...