Page 40 of Spiralling Skywards
“Yes. All of that. Your kisses make me all of those things.”
She tilted her head back and arched her back as she spoke. I reached around and unclasped her bra with one hand, something I hadn’t done—hadn’t had to do, in years. The women I’d been with over the previous decade usually removed their underwear the minute they got through the door, assuming they were even wearing any. This all just went to remind me how inexperienced Sarah was. There was an eight-year age difference, and what felt like a lifetime of experience between us.
As her bra fell from each shoulder and slid down her arms, I took a moment to lean back and enjoy the sight of her. Her skin was pale, but not in that pasty translucent way, more a creamier colour, like milk. Her tits were round and perfect, her nipples and the area surrounding them, a very light pink and puckered, just waiting for my touch.
She shook her bra from each wrist and let it fall onto the bed. My eyes travelled down to her waist to where her soft belly spilled over her jeans, which I desperately needed to get her out of. Before I could reach for the metal rivet, her hands crossed in front of her, blocking my path.
I closed my eyes and hoped that the room would stop spinning. I’d gotten carried away in my desperation and desire to be inside her. I should’ve asked permission, taken things slower.
I was almost afraid to meet her gaze, but when I slowly dragged my eyes up her body to look her in the eyes, she was staring off to the side and biting down on her lip.
I leaned in and kissed right in the middle of her cleavage, then in the hollow at the base of her throat. Worried that this was as close as she was gonna let me get, I flicked out my tongue and dipped it into the indentation, and then I closed my eyes and breathed her in.
Sarah wore a perfume made by Tommy Hilfiger. I wasn’t sure what it was called, but she always smelled clean, fresh and zesty. She smelt like lemons, limes, and oranges. The scent made my tongue tingle and my dick twitch.
“You doing okay, pretty girl? Wanna slow things down?” I ran my fingertips up and down the backs of her arms and watched as goose bumps erupted across her skin.
“Can we close the door?”
“The door? But there’s no one else here, baby.”
She tilted her head so that her eyes finally met mine. They were wide and blue, almost like she was pleading with me.
“I know, but the light.”
“The light? If I close the door I won’t be able to see you.”
There was an orangey glow coming from the streetlight outside, but that wasn’t enough. I’d have had her under a spotlight if I could, a microscope even. I wanted to inspect, taste, feel, and discover every pore, ridge, bump, and curve of her beautiful little body.
“I know, but . . .”
She looked down at where her arms were crossed over her belly. She wasn’t blocking me; she was covering herself.
“You don’t want me to look at you? Why ever the fuck not?”
She avoided my stare, looking at nothing over my shoulder instead, and it pissed me off.
“Sarah, would you look at me?” She did.
“Talk to me, bub. There’s no one else here. Just you and me. Tell me why you don’t want me looking at you.”
She bit down on the inside of her cheek, and I watched as her chest rose and fell as she took slow, deep breaths. I worried for a moment that she was going to cry, but then I realised that she was just trying to compose herself.
“I’ve not done this before.” She sounded almost panicked as she spoke the words quickly.
What the fuck? Had she lied? She was still a virgin? What the fuck?
“Sex?” My voice sounded like I was astounded even tome. She drew back so that she could look me in the eyes.
“What? No. I mean Yes. No, I’m not talking about sex. Yes, I’ve had sex. We clarified this already. You told me to never mention it again. Ever.”
“Good. Yes, yes I did, and I stand by that request. So what the fuck are you talking about then?”
Her blue eyes were wide again, and I felt bad for snapping at her.
“I’ve never been naked in front of a man before.”
She sounded like she was gonna cry as she said this, and I felt bad that my shoulders had relaxed at her confession.
