How to Liv by Megan Keith

others, it was hungrier.  His slightly cool tongue found mine and desire overtook me.  Suddenly there was no holding back.  One of his hands was on my breast and my hands were clinging to his strong biceps before moving up to his neck.  His other hand wrapped around my back, pulling me closer as my fingers tangled in his hair.  He squeezed my breast, rubbing over my nipple and I gasped into his mouth, the feeling bolting down my body, my core tightening.  My breath mingled with his and we became melded together, tongues caressing, lips meshing and sucking.  Eventually he pulled away and I was trembling with anticipation of where this was headed.  We were both out of breath.
    I took a shaky lungful of air and I excused myself to use the bathroom, just needing a moment.  This was more than just lust, I was horny, yes, but this was so much more than that.  The intensity of what I was already feeling for Joel surprised me, thrilled me, and scared the hell out of me, all at the same time.  How can I be feeling such intense feelings for someone I’ve only just met?
    When I returned, Joel was casually leaning against the kitchen bench with his arms and legs crossed.  I did the same on the bench opposite him.  I eyed his lean, toned body and licked my lips with anticipation.
    “So, this is my kitchen,” I said, making eye contact.
    “It’s nice.”
    Joel’s eyes never left mine.  I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder at the lounge room on the other side of the breakfast bar.
    “That’s my lounge room.”  He nodded and then I pointed to the dining room on my right.  “There’s the dining room.”
    “Very nice,” Joel said but barely looked away from me, his mouth curved into a sexy half-smile.
    “So, I’ve given you the tour.  Now what do you want to do?” I asked boldly.
    “You didn’t show me your bedroom,” he deadpanned, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of me.  He feathered my arm with his touch, before moving to my hip and squeezing it gently.  He pulled me closer and I could feel his obvious arousal against my lower belly.
    “I know what I want to do next.  The question is - do you want to do that?” he spoke in a husky voice, meaningfully looking into my eyes so there was no mistaking his intention.
    “Let me guess.  It involves my bedroom,” I squeaked out nervously.
    “Only if you want it to.”
    Did I?   He leaned in and nuzzled my neck.  Oh hell yes I did!   I hesitated for only a moment before taking his hand and leading him down the short hall to my bedroom.
    “This is my room,” I said with a shaky voice, while he entered the room and took it all in.
    Glancing around, I was annoyed at myself for not tidying it before I left this morning.  I let go of Joel’s hand to hastily grab the clothes off the bed and pile them up on the armchair I had sitting in the corner.  Feeling really self-conscious and not sure if I should stand or sit, I took a couple of tentative steps towards the bed.  It had been a long time since I’d had a man in my room, and that time he wasn’t somebody I’d only just met.  When Joel followed but stayed a little distance away I decided to sit before my shaky legs failed me.
    Joel stood looking down on me with a gleam in his eye, then he suddenly stepped forward, pushing me back against the mattress and straddled me.  He leaned down and gave me a tender kiss on the lips and then again on the side of my mouth.  My apprehension magically disappeared when he slowly rained soft kisses down my chin and onto my neck.  When I felt his hard length against me again I was no longer shy but instead filled with desire.  His hand glided gently up under my dress, pushing it from my body, exposing me to him.  He barely touched me, his fingertips ghosting along my thigh and on top of my knickers.  I lifted slightly for him so he could push my dress above my waist.  He then moved his hand up higher, to my left breast and cupped it as his mouth