Page 30 of Their Stolen Kisses
But, halfway through the movie, his head began to nod. Diana noticed first, giving me a quick tap with her fingers and pointing. I just smiled and shook my head. Noah could sleep if he wanted to. Going to bed an hour early wouldn’t hurt.
Twenty minutes later, the preschooler was sound asleep. I carried him to his room, and Diana helped me tuck him in. As we usually did whenever Noah went to bed and we weren’t quite ready to call it a night, we headed into my room with a bottle of wine - this one chosen by Diana - and sat on the bed with the television on low.
“What do you want to watch?” I asked, scrolling down through channels to give her an idea of what was on.
“Actually, how about we finish the movie? I’m kind of invested in it now,” she admitted, holding my free arm to her chest and only looking a little abashed.
“Me too,” I admitted, secretly glad she had brought it up first. “Wine?”
An hour later, the credits scrolled across the screen and I changed the television from channels to playing soft, unobtrusive music. A thought popped into my head. “We might have to finish it again with Noah.”
“Well, it’s just an hour and it was a good movie. If it could keep our attention until the end, it had to be.”
I poured myself some more wine. Diana sat on the bed against the headboard with her knees drawn up, holding a mostly full glass. Her blue tank top showed just the perfect amount of cleavage, and black yoga pants contrasted with the white sheets.
Damn did her ass look good.
Not for the first time since we had sex, I had to tear my eyes away from her. Otherwise, a certain part of me might have got a little too excited. I didn’t want her to feel pressured into lovemaking - or worse, feel like she owed it to me somehow. After all the hours I had spent with women who walked away after I paid them, it was time to let someone else set the pace. Besides, the reason I had turned to paid escorts was gone. My loneliness was gone. Diana had seen to that.
“Aren’t you going to come back and sit down?”
“Sorry.” I set my wine down beside the bed. The warm blankets and sheets reached out with soft folds to receive me, but they couldn’t be as soft as Diana’s skin. “I was just thinking.”
“About what?” The tiny hitch in her voice told me she knew already.
“About you,” I confirmed. “About how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to spend the evening with you.”
“I want to spend every evening with you. I’m so excited about moving in.” She scooted closer so I could put my arm around her and hold her hand with my other. Except, when I reached for hers, it dodged mine and found its way to my leg instead.
There were two kinds of ways to rest your hand on someone’s leg. The first was to lay your hand close to the knee, like we did sometimes when we drove in the car together. Diana had chosen the other way, the one where you put your hand on the thigh just a little too close to suggestive places.
Her hand shifted ever so slightly up my leg. A little closer to the danger zone, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself.She’d better not be teasing me. Or just unaware what her touch even a few inches away from it could do.
“I want….” Her hand crept ever higher, and her teeth just caught her lower lip. “Well, you know what I want.”
We had sex several times by now, but so far Diana had always waited for me to annunciate our lovemaking. I hoped over time, she would slowly but surely learn to trust herself enough to take control sometimes.Looks like we’re making progress…
As though Diana’s teasing hand and mischievous lips had given me permission, my sweat pants suddenly became a bit too tight.
I didn’t know who kissed who first, but our lips locked and our hands latched around each other, ensuring the kiss would last. My tongue searched for Diana’s, but her tight lips denied my entrance. A single pinch of her nipples under her shirt elicited a shiver and a gasp, giving me the opportunity I needed to kiss her how I liked it best.
And I knew she liked it too. Her hips rolled against mine, and I felt cautious nails scrape at my shoulders. “Harder,” I murmured into her ear, nibbling and sucking the lobe with its stud earring carefully, then making my way down her neck. Each time I gave a bite instead of a gentle kiss, I was rewarded with a tightening of the nails on my back that had me moaning into Diana’s skin. She smelled like coconut and some flower that I was sure I knew, but couldn’t identify.
I’d have to ask her later when I wasn’t more concerned with getting her naked.
Now, I began working off her tank top. Her hands rose to help me, and unlike the first time when she had almost stopped to fold the clothes, she wiggled out of her top as quickly as possible and tossed it to the floor. Eager hands gripped my sides as the heat began to rise from her soft flesh.
Skin rubbing skin, I felt her attentive nipples rub against my chest. What was a man to do? Lick them, of course.
I lowered her gently onto her back, stealing kisses the whole way, then set to the task of getting Diana good and wet with a will. My tongue and teeth played with her breasts.
When my hand found its way between her legs, she didn’t stiffen up as she often had at first. This time, she leaned into my hand, a long “mhmm” against my lips telling me I had made the right move.
When her hips started to shift in little circles under my touch, I decided it was time for me to make another move. Holding my breath and feeling for any signals that Diana wasn’t ready, I slipped my hand between fabric and skin so I could feel her soft bush and sensitive bits that coyly hid beneath.
“Do you want something?” My fingers teased her entrance, the wetness I found there tempting me into full hardness.
“Do I….” The words trailed away into a moan. I wanted to be absolutely sure she wanted this… and I wanted her not to be afraid to tell me what she wanted. A feather-light touch on just the right spot finally teased the words out of her. “I want you.” Finally, that confidence that I so believed and admired about her came forth. “I want you… inside of me.”
