I shuddered, feeling your lips on mine. You kissed me first, urgently, as if afraid that I'll leave. I was still afraid. I know what you're thinking, how a man could be such a coward. But it's the way I am, I had to think it through. We could stop at one kiss, I knew. But if I continue, I wouldn't stop, and then what? It'd be too late to regret. I felt you withdrawing your lips. You opened your eyes and stared at me oh so lovingly. My heart raced and I felt this growing longing start to ache. And in that split second, I knew. I'd regret this moment even more if I left right now.

I felt like a boy again, a boy experiencing his first innocent kiss. I wanted to do this right. I wanted to do this right for you. My heart was pounding, as if it was my first time kissing a girl. In a way, it was. It's my first time kissing someone I love. It's my first time loving someone.

I leaned forward and started with one; softly, gently, slowly.
You followed with another one of your own; sweetly, tenderly, lovingly.
I pushed further; more strongly this time, more sure than I have ever been.
You did the same; more forward this time, more daring than I can ever be.
I followed suit; longer, harder, hotter.
You smiled and did the same; your hands pulling my face lower.
I kissed back, swiping my tongue along your lower lip as I pulled back.
You took the cue, giving my bottom lip a nip as you pulled back.
And this fiery dance continued, all the way as I walked us back up to my flat. By then, there were no separate kisses; it was all one, long, passionate kiss that took my breath away. Then again, with your lips on mine, I don't even want to breathe.

We negotiated the flight of stairs as if we were fighting, each one wanting to take the lead.
There was no fear, no gentleness, no softness anymore. Everything was carnal, unadulterated, lust. It began innocently enough.
I tested the waters, letting my hands roam, feeling the curve where your thighs met your narrow waist, letting my hands go lower and lower.
You over-responded, one hand clawing my back and another urgently pulling my head down as you kissed me even deeper and faster.
I shrugged off my coat as I pulled your cardigan off, letting my tongue flick the roof of your mouth, feeling your body tremble as a result.
Your tongue met mine, and as our tongues wrestled for dominance, our hands did the same. I felt your hands under my T-shirt, your fingers digging deep into my chest. I pulled away.

You pulled away. I protested; I don't want this to stop. "Don't whine," you smirked at me as you peeled your wet T-shirt off. "Don't smirk," I snapped back. I jumped on you immediately after your half strip show, glad that you had done us both a favour. I'll reward you duly for that.

I traced a finger down the nape of your neck, feeling your body shudder in response and your lips step up their game.
I slid my knee up your thigh, hearing you groan in just that way that turned me on and your hands step up their game.
I pulled away from you, just to tease you and whispered into your ear, "Don't stop now," as my hands stepped up their game, unbuckling your belt.

You complied, peppering my neck with butterfly kisses with interludes of long kisses. Your hands went under my blouse, fumbling with the clasp. I didn't make things easy for you, I knew you'd come through like the pro you are anyway. You didn't disappoint. The next thing I knew, my bra was on the floor, somewhere on the stairs between the second and third floor. By then, my legs were wrapped around your waist as you carried me the rest of the way.

You laid me down on the bed and suddenly stopped kissing me.
My heart threatened to stop; I'm afraid you'll change your mind. I'm afraid you'll back out. I'm afraid you'll leave.

You placed your head on my neck, kissing the bite mark softly. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you breathed as you kissed that mark repeatedly. I held your face in my hands. "I love you, Zero. This is nothing." I kissed you. And that look in your eyes; that look of wonder, that look that contained so much love and adoration.
I love that look in your eyes, Zero. Don't ever look at me any other way.

You kissed me back, and we continued where we left off.
You were gentle, considerate, kind; a complete gentleman.
You slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and you were so gentle it was making me impatient. Your hands pulled my jeans off as you continued down my body, leaving my skin burning and tingling at your wake. I could no longer control the sounds I make, the sensations I feel, the burning at the pit of my stomach.
I unbuttoned your jeans, feeling my cheeks heat in anticipation as my hands could already feel how eager your body was. As I pulled the zip down, I was dizzy with excitement. I hesitated, just briefly, before pulling them down. I didn't quite manage it, but you kicked them off anyway. You continued kissing me intensely, between my breasts and down my stomach to my waist. Each kiss drove me further and further to the brink of delirium. I tangled my hands in your hair, keeping myself steady in case my squirming sends us tumbling.
I felt like a virgin again; nervous, excited, afraid.
I felt your hands caress my cheek, "Look at me, Yuki. Please." And I stared into your eyes, reflecting how I felt.

I saw that mark through half-closed eyes, and immediately stopped, the guilt washing over me. My body was bent over yours, and I felt the shame of what I did come over me. I kissed that mark, the mark of my insolence, my savagery. "I'm sorry, baby I'm so sorry." You held my face and said the only words I needed, "I love you, Zero. This is nothing." How is it that you know exactly what I need to hear all the time. How is it that you can look at me with that look in your eyes; that look so forgiving and so loving. I love that look in your eyes, Yuki. Don't ever look at me any other way.

I kissed you deeply in gratitude. I kissed you again, just because I love you. And then I continued kissing you, because we had to pick up where we left off.
I unbuttoned your blouse, button by button. I wouldn't want to rip it, that's what monsters do. I heard your heartbeat quicken and desperately tried to soothe you by kissing again; but not your lips. No, they've had enough. I had to be fair, what about the other parts I haven't worshipped yet?
I planted butterfly kisses on your neck, sucking each hickey I made and feeling satisfied each time you gasped. I continued the trail downwards, my hands unzipping your jeans and tugging them off. My lips continued down the valley between your breasts, your hands unzipping my own jeans and pulling them off. I continued kissing you, feeling you tremble more and more as each kiss reached your waist. I continued planting love bites all over your body, feeling your fingers tighten in my hair each time, hearing your moans increasing in intensity.

I felt like a virgin again, my heart pounding crazily in my chest. I've been with women before, but none like you. None that I liked the way I love you. With you, I want to do it right, I want to do it well. Are you nervous as well? You had your eyes closed, your breathing hitching each time I kissed you. I caressed your cheek, "Look at me, Yuki. Please." Open your eyes and stare at me with that soul-stealing gaze.

I kissed your closed eyes. "I'll be slow, I'll be gentle," I promised you. I may not be your first man, but I'll definitely be your best. You opened your eyes and smiled at me. "I know, I trust you," you said, kissing my forehead.
I trust you. In that moment, those 3 words shook me to my core. I'm so grateful that you're here, Yuki. I'm so thankful that you chose me, Yuki. I didn't know it was possible to fall in love with you even more, until then.

"I trust you," I watched as your eyes lit up and you smiled. A smile that looked both relieved and grateful. I pushed the hair out of your eyes and kissed your forehead. Your fingers slid my damp panties off and I felt them tingling all the way down my legs.

Your body hovered over mine as you set out to conquer my body with kisses. I got a clear look of things and loved what I saw. Your broad shoulders and toned muscular body is one thing, but how you moved your body was a league in itself. Granted, I can't compare very well, but still… You made me want to do… things I never dared to try. Not now though, now that you're in the zone, it's your time to shine.

You smirked at me as you pushed my legs apart. You kissed the insides of my thighs, sending my body closer to heaven. Your tongue… did things I can't describe, leaving my body physically aching for you. I was wet from longing, your foreplay, effective and oh-so-fun as it is, is torturing me. It didn't take long.

You kissed me just as you entered. My heart stopped for a moment. You timed the rhythm perfectly, kissing me at the right intervals, entering me just before I could get off the high of the previous one.
And then, my mind went blank.

I had to do well. Better.

Each movement was timed and deliberate. The egoistic male in me is calling the shots now, and I'll let him, because when it comes to female orgasms, he's got a lot of pride on the line. I can't give you much, baby. But I'll make up for it by pleasuring you well. And it looked like I did. I could see your mind going blank as you stopped breathing, your fingers still digging into my back. Watching you achieve your high was my boost, as I came just as you did.

I slowed down, not too slow to be abrupt, but slow enough to sustain your effects. Should I go for round 2? I pondered for a bit.
Nah, I think we can save it for later.