...put off the talking for a while

I get up to take his hand and follow, a million thoughts racing through my head. A million things I'd like to know, a million things I'd like to tell him.

Some of that must have slowed me down some, because our fingers lock but then pull at each other, as I'm standing and he is moving.

He looks at me, still holding out his hand.

"I... don't you... I mean..." I blab.

His hand his still there, and in a split second, all those millions of thoughts and things evaporate. Leaving one thing behind.

Here.

Now.

I take his hand, and he pulls me to him. We kiss. My mouth opens, major tongue-tussle ensues. Hands everywhere. Oh God - his hands on my ass, my skirt up, my ass-cheeks cupped in his big hands and... ohhhh... how it sets my crotch on fire...

His shirt goes, and so does my blouse, his pants, my bra... I go face down over the full length of the couch, and then... ever so gentle... my panties go down my legs and then I'm naked on the couch, my face lodged in the cushions and my ass sticking in the air. Oh, Lord.