Nightcap...

He poured himself another drink, even though we just left the bar. There was not much light in the kitchen. The only thing I saw was the silhouette of his body frame. I thought to myself how sexy he was standing in the kitchen. I remember this man from college, but never have I seen him in this light. The words we exchanged became a distance memory, even at that moment. We were a few feet apart, but I still felt warmth in the middle of winter. The kind of warmth that builds after many phone calls, text messages, and Facebook notes. Our tension grew even more as we stood in the same space. I was memorized by his masculinity that seemed to fill the room, even in the dark. I was captivated by his essence.



During my trance, I saw him walk over to me with eyes of intensity. I have seen this look before. It's the kind of look a predator gives his prey before he pounces. It's a look of pure hunger. Sexual hunger. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me. I found myself backing up against the counter, as if the counter were somehow going to save me from his hunt. I looked up at him, gripping tighter on the edge of the counter. This is the moment we have been waiting for. All evening, he has been the perfect gentleman. Now he was ready to release the animal within. And for the first time all night, I was ready to receive him.



He leaned forward towards me, like he was trying to capture my essence before making his move. Looking in his eyes was not difficult, even in the dark kitchen. When he leaned forward I could feel the electricity igniting between the two of us. For a moment, I had to remind myself to breath. He leaned forward, never taking his eyes off me. First, he gave me a simple, sweet kiss. As I received his kiss, I felt the fire start to burn within me. At that moment, I wanted to rip off my turtle neck. His warmth was perfect against the winter weather. Our kiss only got deeper, our breathing became heavy, and our bodies started to gravitate towards one another. I felt his hands run down my back, grabbing my waist. Our bodies mounted each other, like we were trying to be one of the same body instead of two bodies intertwining. His hands dropped down to my butt, cupping it like a newborn baby. I stood on my tip toes, allowing his hands more access to my ass. I felt my body getting warmer. My fire started to burn more between my legs at such a high intensity that made me breath in the kiss deeper. Grasping my ass, he lifted me carelessly upon the kitchen counter. When he knew I was safely on the counter, his lips started to travel down to my collarbone, pushing my turtle neck aside to kiss as much skin as possible. His hands started to grip my thighs tightly as he passionately kissed my lips. His lips became in synced with mine. Giving me exactly the passion I wanted, without overpowering me. It was just enough to make me want more.



He gripped on to my waist, as if he was trying to prevent himself from falling over in ecstasy. My sweater came off instantly. I felt his breath against my neck while I felt his hands run up my sides and onto my breast. The nipples seem to shoot an electric current that seemed to heighten all of my senses. It was like he had a road map to my body, navigating it in all the right ways. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan against his ear. At that moment, I couldn't tell if I was reacting to the alcohol in my system or releasing the pure tension that mounted between us. While we were at the bar, we flirted and touched. He always knew how to touch me gently, while exciting my inner girl. Yet, he was reserved, waiting for the perfect moment for passion to ignite. One moment we are fussing at each other, the next moment we cannot get our hands off of each other. It was like we were secretly aching for each other so long. Now, on the counter, I felt his lust for me in such a dangerous way that almost caused me to go home with him to appropriately end this night.



The light never shut down. Our lips met each other so much, they became familiar friends. In the car, our sexual tension caused the windows in his truck to fog. Even in the winter chill, the car felt like a sauna. I wanted to go back to his place. I wanted to feel his naked body against mine so badly, it ached. I wanted to continue to feel his hands against my skin, his lips upon mine, and his boy filling into my girl like a perfect puzzle piece. The truck almost exploded with all of our untapped tension. His kisses ignited that which was dormant. His touch excited my body. But it was only a make out session. Walking to my friend's apartment, my legs felt weak. I almost asked him to pick me up so we could lay naked in his bed to finish this rendezvous. But, instead, I laid on my friend's couch with my heart rapidly beating as I reminisced on the make out night I had, wondering whether it will ever be more. For the first time all evening, the passionate fire finally settled into a smokey calm.