"Jane?" John whispered, not exactly sure what he was even asking.
"Yes, John." was Jane's soft reply, though she wasn't sure what she was consenting to. His soft fingers running over her lips caused her to sigh contentedly.
She started to lean in, no longer afraid to cross the line. It seemed like it was an eternity before their lips made contact but when they did, the electricity that sparked through them was almost tangible. His lips were everything she had ever imagined them to be and so much more. As she twined her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his golden hair, she ran the tip of her tongue along his lips. He pulled back, looking at her questioningly for a moment.
This made Jane grin, and she said, "It's okay John. Just open up your mouth."
She leaned in once again, and as his hands became tangled in her hair, she slid her tongue across those luscious lips again. This time he had no hesitation, but immediately granted her tongue the access it sought. She sensuously led his tongue in the exotic dance of the french kiss.
Suddenly, a ringing chime rang through the apartment. Jane pulled back almost immediately though her fingers remained tangle in John's hair.
"Oh, shit!" she breathed. "It's Sam. I gotta go to work John." she tried to take her arms down, but found that her watch was stuck in his hair. She slipped the watch off, and dragged John to the door as she went to answer it.
"Hey, Sam." she said, as she admitted her partner into the room.
"What the hell is going on here, Jane?" he asked, as he watched her untangling her watch from John's hair. "How did your watch get in his hair?" Jane blushed, thinking about how much she had enjoyed those moments that it took to tangle it up.
Luckily she was spared the need to answer, because she had gotten her watch out and was refastening it onto her wrist. "John, I'll see you later. Sam let's go."
She pushed John into her room, watching him make his usual exit out her window, then she pushed Sam out the door, saying. "We better get going or we're going to be late."
"Yes, John." was Jane's soft reply, though she wasn't sure what she was consenting to. His soft fingers running over her lips caused her to sigh contentedly.
She started to lean in, no longer afraid to cross the line. It seemed like it was an eternity before their lips made contact but when they did, the electricity that sparked through them was almost tangible. His lips were everything she had ever imagined them to be and so much more. As she twined her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his golden hair, she ran the tip of her tongue along his lips. He pulled back, looking at her questioningly for a moment.
This made Jane grin, and she said, "It's okay John. Just open up your mouth."
She leaned in once again, and as his hands became tangled in her hair, she slid her tongue across those luscious lips again. This time he had no hesitation, but immediately granted her tongue the access it sought. She sensuously led his tongue in the exotic dance of the french kiss.
Suddenly, a ringing chime rang through the apartment. Jane pulled back almost immediately though her fingers remained tangle in John's hair.
"Oh, shit!" she breathed. "It's Sam. I gotta go to work John." she tried to take her arms down, but found that her watch was stuck in his hair. She slipped the watch off, and dragged John to the door as she went to answer it.
"Hey, Sam." she said, as she admitted her partner into the room.
"What the hell is going on here, Jane?" he asked, as he watched her untangling her watch from John's hair. "How did your watch get in his hair?" Jane blushed, thinking about how much she had enjoyed those moments that it took to tangle it up.
Luckily she was spared the need to answer, because she had gotten her watch out and was refastening it onto her wrist. "John, I'll see you later. Sam let's go."
She pushed John into her room, watching him make his usual exit out her window, then she pushed Sam out the door, saying. "We better get going or we're going to be late."