Oct 28 2008
Not Yet…
“No, no, no… Not yet…” The weakness of her speech makes it sound as if it is more of a plea than a command.
“Ofcourse…” I say this halfheartedly, almost as a joke told to an unseen audience. My fingertips run the course of her inner arm, I watch her body shake as the chills run through her body. She doesn’t think I understand what I am doing to her. I do; I always know.
My right arm is wrapped around the outside of her body,my other arm is being pinned between her body on the bed. You know the feeling, the one where it hurts for the first few minutes until the blood stops flowing smoothly and your entire arm turns numb.
My slide my fingers up her arm one more time and begin to run up and down her sides. I begin using the tip of my nose to run up and down her cheek in key with my hand. My hand slides over to her lower stomach and begins to swirl in circles. I can imagine how she feels, her body begins to quiver but she tries to deny it. It’s such a peculiar feeling for her, a mixture of pain and pleasure. It feels so good it almost hurts. She wants me to stop, but wants me to keep going. I’m counting on it, my night depends on it.
My head tilts forward and my lips get closer and closer to her face. Occasionally and spontaniously I allow my lips to breifly touch her skin. Her head turns toward mine, her body language asks me to kiss her, but I won’t. “Not yet,” I think to myself, smiling as the thought passes through my mind.
My lips pass over her skin over and over, each time closer to her lips. She begins to turn toward me closer, every moment she wants my kiss worse and worse. My hand still on her tummy, I run it backwards and begin to run up and down her arm once again. Her body is shaking with anticipation.
I touch my nose to hers, my lips inches from hers. I close in and move down toward her, but slowly pull away as she leans in closer. Once again I begin to go back and forth from cheek to cheek, each time almost touching her lips. My soft breathe passes over her cheeks sending warmth throughout her body. She wants it. But want isn’t enough.
I go on and on, over and over. My fingers moving back and forth from her arms, to her sides, her back, her stomach. Every moment the anticipation building worse and worse. I can feel her legs shaking. She wants it. She needs it.
I feel her hands grasp the back of my head and pull me into her lips and holding me there…
Her words echo in my head, “No, no, no… Not yet…”
