I was lost to him for what seemed like a moment and forever all at the same time. His hands and my hands both explored the body opposite our own as if we were making sure they other was really there. Our lips were sealed to one another tongues exploring as our hands were. My body instinctively pressed itself against his with no desire to be anywhere else.
The spell was broken when he separated himself from me to find a way under my many skirts.
“No hello?” I panted, smiling. Caleb smiled in return while his hands made their way under my skirts and found a small patch of flesh at the top of my thighs.
“Hello.” He leaned down to kiss me again, but this time I turned my head away. He didn’t remove his hand from its hiding place, nor did he look hurt, but he paused for a moment waiting for me to tell him to stop.
I did my best to quickly assess what I wanted from him in that moment. There was a strong vote for throwing caution to the wind and letting him take my virginity right then and there. In fact my hands had a strong grasp on his buttox and seemed very unwilling to let go.
With a deep sigh, a release of his backside and a motion to sit-up I blurted out, “I was going to clean up before I came to find you.” Which was far better than the “I think I love you” that was on the tip of my tongue.
Caleb rolled off allowing me sit up. He sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand out to me. “I can help you with that.” There was a devilish grin on his face. He knew there would be no such fun, on this night.
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