A sigh is just a sigh

The kisses finally stop, but your eyes meet as if to continue the intimate embrace. Your mouth opens a bit and you find yourself whispering, “I’m scared. Never felt this scared before.”

Andi’s eyes never leave yours. “Me too.”

As if on its own, your fingertip lightly touches Andi’s pink lips. She kisses your fingertip softly in response. At the same time, Andi moves a bit closer to you, her eyes finally leaving yours as her hand slides up your shirt to softly rub your belly. “You have the cutest belly. Not too big, not too skinny or muscular. It’s just right.”

You smile and sigh, enjoying both her comment and her touch. “Glad you like it. Was a bit worried it wouldn’t be sexy or washboard enough for you.”

“It’s perfect. Just like you,” she coos softly as she slips both hands on to your belly so she can lift your shirt. You help her remove the garment, then drop it to the floor as she holds you close, her head nuzzling against your chest. Her soft hair rubs against the flesh and your light chest hair as her cheek brushes against your nipple.

In response you wrap your arms around Andi, letting your hands glide up her top just enough to rub and caress her hips and back. She sighs happily into your chest. “Such a wonderful touch.” She shudders just a bit.

“What is it, Andi?”

“It makes me want more, John. But are we ready for it?”

“We do it like we’ve done everything else, Andi. A step at a time.”

As if emboldened by your statement, Andi’s hands glide around to your back as she moves up a bit. Before you can say anything, her soft lips kiss the hollow of your neck. She lets her lips linger there for a second or two, then breaks the kiss. Your breath catches in your throat as an electric shiver runs down your spine. Andi looks up at you. “Liked that, did you?”

Without thinking, you slide down a bit on the bed and whisper, “Let me show you.” With that, you press your chest carefully but firmly against hers as you tilt your head and kiss her neck in return. As your lips move close to her soft, pale flesh, you let your tongue lightly flick out against her skin, moistening it, tasting her before you kiss her. Then your lips touch her, lingering. Finally, you break the kiss, your tongue going for one last taste of her delicate flesh as your lips float off her.

You look up at her to see her eyes closed tightly, her neck tilted a bit in surrender. “Oh, John…don’t stop…just a little more, please…just a little more…”