Page 9 of New Resolutions

I'm not sure which one of us leaves the other’s mouth to kiss other places, probably me, but her mouth is just as eager to explore as mine is. And where her mouth goes so does a trail of fire. I have never wanted someone as much as I want her, never wanted anything as much as I want her to be mine. I run my hand through her hair and use it to pull her head back so I can reach the soft column of her throat, a little bit of the monster I’m trying to hide from Charity seeps out.

“Oh wow! I didn’t realize how fun kissing was. Or how magical it feels having it done in other places on me.”

“Oh, I know a couple of places it would feel even better if I kissed.”

She pulls away from me and I talk myself into letting her go, watching as the silken strands of hair slip through my fingers. “Really?”

I have to go back over my words to figure out what she is actually asking me. I was only paying attention to how good shefelt and how soft her god damned skin is to give any of it to what we were talking about.

“I want you to kiss those places too.”

That pulls me out of my euphoria and Charity haze. “What?”

“I want you to teach me what that feels like too. Unless of course…maybe I shouldn’t…”

“I’m not sure you…I would love to…”

We both speak at the same time, her backpedaling and me throwing up excuses for why it might not be a good idea.

“I would love to kiss you in all those places but…I don’t want you to regret anything we do or worry that this is going somewhere you aren’t prepared to go.”

“If I knew what I was doing, would it go wherever you think it's going to go?”

“Yes, maybe, but if you knew where this was going to end up, I wouldn’t be teaching you about kisses.”

I can’t help but let my hands rest low on her hips or move them to her full bottom and rub the soft globes there.

“So…you don’t want to teach me because I might do something stupid and ruin everything?”

“What?! No! I…I like you and I don’t want you to hate me because we took things too far.”

“I won’t hate you, Rhett. I want you to kiss me in all those places. I like you too. I promise I won’t regret this.”

God damn it! How am I supposed to resist her? How am I supposed to be a good man -even if it is a lie- when she is offering me a glimpse of heaven?

Chapter Nine

Charity

My eyes open and I take in everything that happened since I’ve met Rhett. Yesterday was…wonderful. Perfect. The best Christmas ever. I pull myself from his bed and find one of his shirts so I can quickly put it on.

It never occurs to me Rhett might not be in the apartment anymore. I leave the bedroom so I can go looking for him and wince at the ache between my thighs. I'm not used to having them spread so wide for so long. I bet if I was brave enough to look, I would see beard burn going up and down them too.

We didn’t go all the way but what we did do is enough to make my cheeks blaze red and certain parts of my body tingle. Rhett took me to his bedroom when I asked him to teach me about those ‘other places’ and laid me on the bed like I was the most precious thing he ever had his hands on.

He went so slow and asked me every time he did something new. He kissed down my neck and slipped the thin sleeves of my dress from my shoulders so he could reach more of me. He kissed all along my neckline and shoulders and I was in such a pleasure-laced fog I didn’t realize he had pushed up my dress until I felt his mouth through the wet lace of my bra. His breath on me caused me to gasp out loud.

“Oh my God, Barrett!”

“Two perfect places to kiss and nuzzle.” His hands came up to bracket my lace-covered breasts. His full attention was on me and his gaze was so hot it almost burned me. “May I?”

I nodded so fast that I made myself a little dizzy and told myself to relax.

Even the thought of what he did has my breasts tingling now like they are making me aware they miss him. My mind trips back to the sight of his mouth lowering to my breast and the tenseness that invaded my body. But Barrett didn’t dive right in. He ran his face against the curve of my breast and inhaled sharply. He close-mouth kissed his way all around the lace until I was wriggling under him, the tip of my breast so tight and excited under the fabric it was almost painful. I was all but begging him to take the thing off me.

He kissed both sides like that before pushing the lace up and taking both my nipples in between his fingertips. I went from aching to dying in seconds. My breasts felt heavy and tight as he gave both the attention they craved.

I drag my finger along the banister as I wind my way downstairs and think of the orgasm he gave me. I passed out afterward and when I finally opened my eyes, he made sure I understood he wasn’t mad about my nap at all. He fed me and then took me back to bed. This time he showed me where he could kiss me under my dress. His mouth on me and his hands working my body into an orgasm before I could worry about what I looked like, or what I should be worrying about, or what he might be thinking.

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