He gets that look on his face. The one that says he’s not comfortable. His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out.
“Do you want to stay here and kiss, or go upstairs?”
He seems much more comfortable with choices. She should have started that way. She bites down on her lip to clear the haze a little more, but the pain makes it worse.
“We can go upstairs.” It’s almost a question.
“I asked what you wanted, Nick. There’s no wrong answer.” She’s so damn frustrated. He just seems so…
Her haze clears. No wonder he seems uninterested. He is. He has to be. Nobody stays this cool with a girl like her in their lap. She leans back and plays with her hair so she doesn’t have to look at him.
“I want to go upstairs.” It’s what she wanted to hear just moments ago but now… now it seems hollow. A loss, not a victory. Still, she takes his hand and leads him up the stairs. The feel of his big hand in hers sends a little twinge over her skin, but only distantly. Not like the fire of before.
Once upstairs, they get into her bed. She knows the black sheets make her skin glow, but she doesn’t notice the way he notices. She’s too hurt to notice. She kneels on the bed, waiting for him to follow, but he doesn’t. Instead he kisses her. What his kiss lacks in technique, it makes up in enthusiasm.
She can’t help it. She laughs. He turns away.
“Stop. Please?” Her eyes are soft. “I didn’t mean to laugh, you just seemed so bored downstairs and now…”
“I’ve never done this before. I told you, I don’t usually react the way I should!” He’s so angry. She reaches out to lay her hand on his cheek.
“Come here,” she says as she pulls his lips close to hers. “Let me show you how.” She gently caresses his lower lip between hers, sucking softly and then starting again on his top lip. She slides her hands under his shirt, slowly running her fingers up and through the hair from his jeans to his belly button.
“Hmmm, you feel so different here. I love this,” she says, playing with the thick curls on his stomach.
He groans and she uses that opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth, just gently caressing his tongue. She feels the lust creeping back in. She can taste it this time on his tongue. She loses herself to the feel of her hands on his chest and stomach, under his shirt and the way his lips feel on hers.
His fingers are wrapped in her hair with one hand and sliding over her back with the other. She can feel every point of contact, him standing, her still kneeling on the edge. He pushes her slowly back and its not graceful, her knees seem to be everywhere but then he’s on top of her. He’s on top and he’s kissing her and she can feel how hard he is and she’s seized by the undeniable urge to see his skin, to feel his skin against her and see the contrast between his dark, olive fingers and her milky with breasts and rosy pink nipples. She needs it.
She grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, just below her lacy blue bra. She’ll teach him how to unhook a woman’s bra another day, for now, she needs him.