Page 39 of Love, In Balance

I brush away anything lingering on her skin and bring my head back up so that we’re face to face. My hand stays at the back of her neck. I can’t explain why.

We look at each other for a short while in silence.

Her eyes are telling me she’s still feeling guilty.

She reaches my bandaged hand and pulls it from her neck and into her palms. She examines it before placing it against her chest as though she wants to heal me. Little does she know; she’s doing exactly that by just existing.

“I’m sorry you ended up injured… again. You’d have been fine if I’d never asked you to come here –.”

I stop her by doing as she did to me. I place my finger across her lips. She closes her eyes, almost leaning into my finger.

I slowly move my finger from her lips and trail it across her jaw before cupping it.

“Like I said, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”.

We stay that way for a short while. Both breathing deeply.

It’s clear that she can feel the tension between us too. My palm cups her jaw as my large fingers graze her neck.

Her eyes are glowing.

They’re like two planets filling a dull space with energy, light and pure beauty and I want them closer to me.

I want her as close to me as possible, but I’m not sure if she wants me too.

I lift my other hand and brush it against hers, before gently resting it on the dip of her waist.

She quietly whimpers as my hand makes contact with her. Neither of us say a word.

She steps even closer to me, closing the small gap that separates us. We both lean towards one another; my hand still cupping her jaw, guiding her face towards mine.

She places her hand against my neck and uses her fingers to draw circles on my skin as our foreheads and noses meet.

We breathe each other in gently, both trembling slightly.

As our lips begin to meet, we both smile.

I’m so ready to have her lips on mine again, but more this time. Deeper and harder. We make contact briefly. It’s soothing, sweet and it’s like I can feel the fireworks again from the last time.

Our grips tighten on each other and her hips inch closer between my legs as the clothing around my dick tightens.

But the doorbell rings and startles us both, pulling us out of our trance.Just. Why?

We both raise our heads, so our eyes meet, before we let out a hushed laugh, lightly resting our foreheads together again before Lista peels herself away from me.

As she walks away, she looks over her shoulder at me, smiling. Her eyes glistening.

“You look good in those tight clothes” she says, looking me up anddown.

Whilst she’s heading to the door, I let my erection and my body in general calm down. It takes everything in me to not run and grab her again, but I resist. I’d rather whatever it is between us, be on Lista’s terms.

When I’ve composed myself, I walk out of her room and stand against the kitchen doorway. She’s deposited the pizzas on the kitchen surface and is now sifting through the cupboards getting cleaning supplies.

I can just picture myself lifting her up onto the kitchen surface, standing between her legs and kissing her from head to toe.

She turns to me and looks down. Her face filled with an embarrassed but joyful smile.

“I kind of forgot that I needed to clean the living room, so I’m going to do that now before I get distracted again” she says as she bites her lip and playfully smiles my way.

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