She was tired of thinking and overthinking. She was going to do this. No backing out.
I'm coming over. She texted. Just so he knew to answer the door when she knocked.
He opened the door, his face conveying his confusion and uncertainty. It had been weeks since the almost kiss in the kitchen and she all but avoided him since. He took a step back, allowing her inside.
Once he shut the door she turned to face him. She needed to say something, but couldn't find any words. Maybe she didn't need them.
His eyes widened in surprise as she gripped his shirt and pushed him into the now closed door. Don't hesitate- she told herself. Hesitation would make her chicken out, and that's not what she came here for.
She kissed him. Hard. There was nothing sweet or gentle about the contact, making her intentions very clear.
He seemed to get the message and kissed her back with the same passionate intensity she originally met him with. She kept him pinned against the door, pressing her entire body into his, making sure he could feel all of her.
He responded with all the passion she anticipated, kissing her deep and hard. His hands were already up the back of her shirt leaving a trail of fire against her spine. This rough hands trailed back down her back, gripping her ass and picking her up off the floor. She pulled her lips away from his to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, pausing to give particular attention to the base of his neck.
She felt his body heat rise alongside hers, and they finally made it to his bedroom and he tossed her, none too softly onto the bed. Suddenly he was beside her and she was yanking his shirt over his head, running her hands down the planes of his chest, and he returned the favor, tossing her shirt to the side of the bed.
She thanked Heaven she wore her black lacy bra instead of the functional nude. She watch his eyes look her over in adoration before his mouth found hers again. His hands reached behind her back, deftly unclasping her bra. She moaned in satisfaction as his lips traveled down her neck and attatching to her collarbone. His lips continued their exploration while began working open the button of his pants.
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Later, she laid tangled up in his limbs, her face snuggled in the hollow of his neck. He slept while she savored the sound of his heart beating in his chest. She felt warm and safe, even in her naked vulnerability. She pressed a soft kiss to his throat, breathing him in and reliving the intimacy they just shared. She resisted the desire to wake him, and start the whole thing over again. Instead she cuddled tightly into him. This was everything. He was everything. She closed her eyes, and allowed sleep to take over. When she awoke everything would be different, and she couldn't be happier.