Harry:
Two weeks later, Tiffany was sprawled on top of me like a cat, her lips on mine, her body gently twisting against mine, making the act of being the perfect gentleman nearly impossible. She felt too good. Her body was warm; her lips were sweet and supple; her hair smelled of fragrant flowers. She slid her hand under my T-shirt, her fingers deftly exploring my chest. The sensation was wonderful as I imagined her hands on other parts of me. However, her twists and turns awakened other areas of my body, and Tiffany, misinterpreting my sudden unexpected shift in anatomy as an invitation to go further, pressed herself tighter against me. A small moan escaped her, and with it, my sanity came undone. This was it, no way I could resist this level of temptation. Still, I clung to my will power like a raft as she pulled me out further into the sea.
Instead, I tried to concentrate on how it felt to kiss her. My thumbs were looped through her belt loops, hands resting safely on her hips. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on. She had shown up in a crop top today, revealing her pierced belly button. It was the last thing I had expected from her, and while I previously was indifferent to girls with body piercings, I found it incredibly attractive on Tiffany.
“Harry,” she moaned my name into my mouth, and my heart ticked faster in response. “Touch me.”
I unhooked my thumbs from their safety belt and slid my hands over the curve of her ass. Most couples probably take for granted a playful ass feel every now and then, but this right here was rather aggressive in terms of our relationship. So when Tiffany sat back on her calves, her ass now fully resting in my palms, and removed her shirt, an excited bubble burst inside my chest. It was like I was fifteen all over again. Her bra was pale lavender lace, and she smiled, her hair wild from our make out session. She reached back, took my hands in hers, slid them up the sides of her torso, and brought them over to her breasts. I closed my eyes for a moment as I touched her, my jeans suddenly too tight as my body betrayed me. “Is this okay?” she asked.
I chuckled. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I flipped her over and heard her squeal as I got on top of her. “Are you enjoying driving me crazy?”
Tiffany looked up thoughtfully. “Yes.”
I tore off my glasses, tossing them on the coffee table where our chess game lay abandoned—she was beating me anyway—and laced my fingers through hers, lifting her hands above her head and resting them against the arm of the couch. Her eyes flashed in wonder, and I raked my gaze over her perfect body, imagining all the things I wanted to do to her.
I kissed her, softly at first, then with far more fervor as I released her hands and traced the lines of her body, settling on those perfect breasts of hers. Her hands wandered down my stomach until she found what she was looking for and gently began to stroke me over my jeans. I started to talk myself into all the reasons why we really didn’t need to wait and how good it would feel to take her into my bedroom and give in to this mountain of temptation when her phone started ringing. I was too worked up to care, and I deepened my kiss, pushing myself against the palm of her hand, fully prepared to cross all sorts of lines. But the phone kept ringing.
Tiffany pulled her lips away and reached over to the coffee table. “Oh shit! It’s almost eight!” she said, alarmed, and shot up.
“And we were supposed to meet Natalie and Enzo at seven-thirty,” I said, understanding how we had clearly lost track of time. I reached over and grabbed my glasses, putting them on and seeing how upset she looked.
“Hey! Yeah! I’m so sorry. Nope, we’re on our way!” Tiffany said into the phone as she pulled her shirt over her head. She hung up and looked at me, her face masked in disappointment. “I’m sorry, I had no idea how late it was getting.”
“Why are you apologizing?” If anything, I was the one who was supposed to pull us back from the edge. I had failed in my duty tonight.
“I thought you were…” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked up at me through her feathered lashes. “Enjoying yourself.”
“Come here.” I pulled her against me and gave her a hug. Holding her, my heart began to slow down to a normal pace again. “That was really nice, and I think it was about to turn into something really, really nice, but I’m not in any rush.”
“I know. You want to take things slow, I get it. But you did like that, right?” She looked up at me, her eyes hopeful.
I kissed her forehead. “Too much, baby. Way too much.”
She smiled softly and got up, stepping away, but I caught her wrist and leapt off of the couch as well. She turned to face me, looking startled, and in that moment, I knew I had to remove the filter and be completely honest with her. It was an irrational moment, my thoughts tumbling forward, demanding to be heard. They were dangerous thoughts full of temptation, want, need, desire. I knew they should remain filed away, but I also knew lack of communication was what nearly ruined us before. In one quick motion, I had her spun around and pinned against the living room wall. Her head tilted in wonder by my unorthodox behavior as I pressed my body against hers, still holding onto her wrist. With my free hand, I cupped the side of her face.
“Hey, don’t think for a second that it’s easy for me to walk away from you. I lie awake at night wondering what it would feel like to be inside you. To have my skin against yours with nothing else between us.” Her eyes widened at my words and her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. I dropped my gaze to her mouth and rubbed my thumb gently across her bottom lip. “I want to know what you taste like,” I whispered and leaned in closer. Tiffany seemed to go limp against the wall. “And how to touch you to make you cry out my name.” There was only a breath between us, but I didn’t kiss her. “And when I discover all those things, I want you wearing nothing but the necklace I gave you and that sexy piercing you conveniently forgot to tell me about. You understand?”
Tiffany nodded slowly, looking as innocent as a porcelain doll.
“Good.” I pressed my mouth against hers, feeling my desire for her burning in that kiss. When I pulled my lips away, I noticed Tiffany leaned in closer, not ready to let me go. I adjusted my glasses and cleared my throat. “Glad that’s cleared up. ” I cocked my head to the side and flashed her a smile. “Now, let’s go have dinner.”