. . .And On The Seventh Day
By. Tate Icasa
Part Four: Getting Something Started. . .
(Tate: reads chapter title What do you mean by that? Kitami: sarcastically What do you think? Now shush!)
This should not be this big a deal.
I've been with hundreds of guys.
(Tate: How many times do you have to say that? Kitami: Um, at least once per chapter, I think. Now shut up, Tate!)
I supressed an excited shudder and crawled on top of him.
Why does this seem so different from the other hundreds of times?
I look into his face.
I care about this one.
That's why.
I rest one of my hands on his bare chest. He trembles.
So, he's not quite as unconsious as I thought. He can still feel something.
That might make this easier.
I straddle him, my fingers slowly trailing their way down his chest and towards his hips.
