Voices – Page 43
John’s fingers teased her nipples through the cotton of her t-shirt, and Jen gasped. He had waited to touch her there for the first time until a few weeks ago, when she had taken his hands in hers and guided them, letting him know it was okay. Now, she knew, he was waiting for her to take the next step.
He had taken a shower after work and come out of the bathroom shirtless. Jen had effectively jumped him, knocking him onto the couch and kissing him. Now, she wanted more. Still a little drunk, Jen let her concerns drop, lived in the moment.
She moved her mouth away from his for a moment and spoke in a whisper near his ear. “Take my shirt off.”
John paused for a moment, then murmured, “are you sure?”
Jen traced the very tip of her tongue along his upper lip and said, “please.”
Even through the shirt, his touch was delicious, a feeling Jen had never known before, something to be savored. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin.
John didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled her shirt free from the waistband of her jeans, and slid it up her back. Jen arched, letting the edge of the shirt pass her breasts, then leaned sideways, took the edges from John’s hands, and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it away somewhere, and leaned back against John. His skin was hot against her breasts.
Jen kissed him again, twining her tongue with his. John put his hands in her hair and kissed back. Then he moved, and Jen realized he was trying to sit up. She shifted her weight, and John worked his way out from under her. He sat on the edge of the couch for a moment, looking at her. Jen tilted her head, confused, and waited. She felt awkward and exposed without her shirt on, but didn’t cover herself up. The feeling was oddly arousing.
Finally John said, “You’re beautiful.”
Jen blushed, smiled, looked away for a moment. “So why’d you stop?” she asked.
“Two things,” John said.
Jen waited.
“First, I want you to be really sure. Not heat-of-the-moment sure, but had-a-minute-to-think-about-it sure.”
“I’m sure,” Jen said, her voice quiet. She was not sure, at all, but Jen was not the type to change her mind once a decision had been made. She smiled at him again, and sat up. John took her hand and helped her off the couch.
She stood in front of him, arms at her sides. There was an interminable silence as they stood there, admiring each other, hands clasped together. There was perhaps a foot of space between them. To Jen it felt like a gulf. She wanted to feel him pressed against her again.
Finally, the silence was too much to bear. Jen’s eyes flicked down to her own chest for a moment and then back up to look at John. “So?” she said. “Are they worth the wait?”
John grinned, stepped forward, and put his hands on her hips. He kissed her right shoulder, and let his lips trail up her neck. As his lips met hers, he cupped her breasts with his hands and ran his thumbs across her nipples. Jen gasped again, and kissed harder, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Eventually John broke away, glanced down at her breasts and said, “Yup.”
“Good.”
John took her hand and led her over to the bed. Jen slid under the covers, then held them open, inviting him to Join her.
“What was the second reason?” she prompted as he lay down next to her.
John smiled, kissed her neck, ran a finger slowly from the top of her chest to her navel.
“There’s more room over here than on the couch,” he said.
