Connection And Caught

God, I can feel it. The moment of anticipation. The moment just before connection. The moment just before we kiss.

The way we pause and our breath intermingles in the little space between us and Rachel, she lets out a halting breath just after she promises me that she already belongs to me.

And then, and only then, do we connect.

By now I've kissed a few people in this body. Lucas in the kitchen and Blake in the bushes and Eddie, well maybe Eddie didn't count... But there was the mystery man and there was Rachel and that was a significant number for twenty-four odd hours and each one was unique in their own way and each one was good.

Well maybe except for Eddie.

But the point of it is that I kissed Rachel and I kissed her for the second time and this time was different. This time there wasn't a crowd around us to give us cover and there wasn't a reason for us to do it. We were just doing it for the sake of it. Because we wanted to.

We were just kissing because we wanted to kiss.

I was just kissing her because I wanted to kiss her.

And from the way she kissed me, I know she had all the same reasons.

When we fell together, making that final little connection, it was like tumbling off a cliff. For all her talk and all her confidence it broke the instant we started to move that last little distance and there was such a desperation to the way she fell into me.

Maybe more, even, than how much I fell into her.

The **** of her pushed me back but her arms pulled me forward at the same time and we stumbled against the wall as my hands came up to support me and I found her hips and pulled her into me and I reveled, enjoying every moment, the feel of her body beneath the silky softness of her dress.

Not taking my time with it now I press my body against her and feel her rumble from the feel of me. Our bodies are all softness and light but there is such a heat to them as we connect together and build to something and it's all so public but public never bothered me before and the thought that someone could walk in right now makes me moan and Rachel takes full advantage.

She presses her tongue forward and presses it against mine and she shudders as she tastes me. Her arms are wrapped around the back of my head but they slip down to my shoulders and then down even further as they crest over my breasts and there is a moment where it's almost like she's uncertain, like she's fumbling with me, as she takes my breasts in full and squeezes them.

Pulling back she nips her teeth at my bottom lip and then pulls back fully and both of our eyes flutter open and lock and this is the moment. This is the time where we could pull away but we don't.

Instead a fire lights off in her eyes that is delightful and mischievous and it's like I can see something ticking in her head and she half darts forward, her eyebrows furrowing, before she presses forward that last little bit and kisses me.

There is a concentration to this kiss and an insistence to it as well. Her tongue presses past my lips and it is almost like it is exploring me and her hands slide down and around to my lower back and pull me into her while she holds fast and mumbles something to herself before pulling back again.

And I am breathless and she is breathless but she is smiling while I am still gasping and she reaches down, deliberately grabbing my ass and squeezing it while she shakes her head.

"You little minx," she says to me, almost chastizing, "You absolute little minx."

"What?" I ask her, wondering what I've done.

"You lied to me," she says, bemused by her accusation as she licks her lips and clearly savors the taste of my tongue, "I can tell. I could recognize that taste anywhere, you absolute minx.

"You didn't strike out, did you?

"You didn't get his name, but you sure did get something else."

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