We settled on the porch and listened to the sounds of the night. My dog eyed him skeptically. He sang a few notes of a song I’d never heard and scratched her head and back till she decided that he could be trusted. He then leaned back and began to play with my hair… I could have purred when he moved closer and cradled my chin in his hand… almost painfully slow… he guided my face to his. Sweetly, tenderly he kissed me. If first kisses could have second chances, this was it. This was the perfect kiss.
“That was beautiful,” I whispered.
“You’re beautiful,” he said and we walked to my room. I lit a scented candle and began to unbutton my blouse. His mouth nibbled my neck and he touched my breast as I peeled the fabric from my body. My skirt fell to the floor. He watched as I unfastened my bra and dropped that too. I stepped from the puddle of clothing and sank to the bed. He stripped to the skin within seconds and his mouth found mine. This was it, his kiss, mind altering and thrilling like a Tilt-a-Wheel on dope. I would have willingly consented to being sucked on into his face, down through his guts and full on down to China.