He wanted to tell her he’d never brought a girl to his apartment, but the implication – that he had screwed around at parties, and, worse, in public – wasn’t one that looked favorably on him, so he let it go. Besides, it was a long time ago. He gulped his entire glass of champagne and felt the bubbles do a pleasant burn down his throat. He tried not to stare at her teeth. Then she kissed him. Blindly he felt for the table because he didn’t want to have to stop and clean up broken glass. The flutes clinked together and he thought, close enough. As soon as his hands were empty, they were on Valerie.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached into the open sides of her button-down blouse and plucked at the tighter shirt underneath. Brian lifted it up. When his hands touched her bare abdomen and ribcage, they were surer. Valerie was petite but curvy, round in the best places. His thumb fit into her navel. “You’re soft,” he said. He breathed harder against her and opened his mouth to taste her tongue. The sound of their kiss was like music to his ears.
He knew this was the last piece of rational thought. In a minute they’d get swept up in racing pulses and short, hot breaths. The uncertainty would be over. He peeled her blouse away from her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Slowly he ran his fingertips down the backs of her arms. Any part of the body could be sensual, if it was unaccustomed to touch.
"I've been picturing what you look like for a long time," he murmured, skimming back up to her shoulders.
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on 2014-03-17 12:37 am (UTC)He wanted to tell her he’d never brought a girl to his apartment, but the implication – that he had screwed around at parties, and, worse, in public – wasn’t one that looked favorably on him, so he let it go. Besides, it was a long time ago. He gulped his entire glass of champagne and felt the bubbles do a pleasant burn down his throat. He tried not to stare at her teeth. Then she kissed him. Blindly he felt for the table because he didn’t want to have to stop and clean up broken glass. The flutes clinked together and he thought, close enough. As soon as his hands were empty, they were on Valerie.
Keeping his mouth on hers, he reached into the open sides of her button-down blouse and plucked at the tighter shirt underneath. Brian lifted it up. When his hands touched her bare abdomen and ribcage, they were surer. Valerie was petite but curvy, round in the best places. His thumb fit into her navel. “You’re soft,” he said. He breathed harder against her and opened his mouth to taste her tongue. The sound of their kiss was like music to his ears.
He knew this was the last piece of rational thought. In a minute they’d get swept up in racing pulses and short, hot breaths. The uncertainty would be over. He peeled her blouse away from her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Slowly he ran his fingertips down the backs of her arms. Any part of the body could be sensual, if it was unaccustomed to touch.
"I've been picturing what you look like for a long time," he murmured, skimming back up to her shoulders.