Thread: Missed Connection (HeyThereLittleBear and dmm4kes)

The dominance in his voice when he spoke almost sent shivers down her spine, the most primal piece of her wanting to agree with him that yes, he was the one in control. And though she didnt outright say it, her body language spoke volumes in which her mouth didnt say. She was moving like puddy in his hands, which were experts in getting a rise out of her body when she thought that she was very much immune to the lure of sex. Keith was showing her that she was not only not immune to it but very weak to him in particular, her nipples becoming stiff peaks beneath the dress and pressing gently against the fabric. His hand tickled so lightly across her back that it did manage to send shivers down her spine, her body enjoying the touch of his hand and wanting to feel him even more firmly. Though she normally would have more decorum she found herself staring at him, watching his chest fill his shirt as he took in a breath and the way that his ribs pressed against the material. The gentle slopes of those bones moving just beneath the material was an odd sight, but one that sent yet another thrill through her. The air in the room suddenly found itself heavier than before, his eyes glancing down at her lips twice while he spoke, securing her thoughts on what she presumed to be happening beneath her rump. He was stiff, and she was the cause of it. Just that admission alone would have been enough for her to unravel in his hands, but for some odd reasons he found it to be more enticing to encourage the slow building of tension between them, of which the release would surely be amazing. She could have predicted the kiss but there was no predicting the way that her body would react. The first one was soft, so much so that it almost reminded her of the very first one that shed ever had. But very much unlike her first kiss she found herself craving more instead of sitting there awkwardly, almost hungry to taste his lips again and be intoxicated with his mouth. He was a drug and she had gotten a taste for him and was unashamed in the fact that she was addicted. As his hands slid across her rear she could feel the response just below her in the gentle press of his cock against his pants, as if it too were wishing to rub against her most intimate of parts. Her tongue slid across her lower lip, eyes moving from his face to his lips, craving to have him again. He wasnt alone now in the more rapid breathing, her own body feeling like she was moving through water, almost in a daze as his hand slid to the strap of her dress, sliding it down. Confidence fueled her hands to move beneath his shirt, seeking out the soft skin of his stomach, her fingertips tickling up the dips and rises of his ribs as they slid ever upward, moving to each of his shoulders so that his shirt hung off her wrists, his midsection exposed. Lee placed the most chaste and brief of kisses upon his lips then before sliding off his shirt completely, her hands sliding back down slowly, her thumbs brushing over his nipples. Is it too soon for me to admit that I want you? She murmured, the words sounding so loud even though it was just above a whisper.