It Could Happen (8)
You always read how special it can feel wearing clothes that belong to someone you care about, but it’s the sight of another woman in my clothes that does it for me. Jill looked absolutely adorable standing in the bathroom doorway dressed in one of my boxers and a t-shirt. She lifted a hand to brush back her hair, and I swear I heard Puccini loud and clear. At least in my heart.
“I guess I’m not going to have any trouble fighting you off tonight,” she announced, studying herself in the mirror. “This has got to be the most asexual thing I’ve ever worn.”
I studied her critically. “Well, you got me there. If I were a man, I’d need an extra dose of viagra to do anything meaningful to your body right now.”
“Oh, really?” She struck what in any other outfit would have been described as a seductive pose.
I had to laugh. “Yeah, really.”
Without taking her eyes of me, she lifted one edge of the shirt and made a knot just beneath her breasts. I stopped laughing, my eyes glued to the expanse of smooth flesh revealed to my lustful eyes. It was her turn to smile…she had all the power, and from the looks of things, all the glory too. I reached out to grab her but she moved out of my reach, clearly intoxicated by her influence over me.
“Hey!” I whimpered.
A perfectly manicured nail wagged at me. “Uh, uh…you can look, but you can’t touch.”
******
I considered going after her again, knowing I could have her trapped in my arms in a heartbeat. Then I had a better idea.
“Ok! You win,” I sighed dramatically.” I reached down and began slowly opening the buttons of my pajama top. I watched her face as humor transformed into naked desire. Read that as ‘the desire to see me naked.’
“I usually go to sleep with nothing on, but since I have a houseguest…” I took the top off. “I’ll make an exception and keep the pants on.”
I saw her eyes flicker from one breast to the other as she licked her lips. Now who’s got the power?
“Come here.” Jill begged. Or ordered. Either way, I obeyed.
I held her loosely in my arms as she cupped my breasts, raking her nails across my perpetually hardened nipples and drawing a moan from unexplored regions of my being. I felt her heated breath caress my skin as she slid her tongue across one nipple, and then the other…finally surrounding me in the warm blanket of her mouth. My legs shook from the effort of staying upright as I felt the wetness of her mouth call forth the wetness within me.
I lifted her face to mine and lost myself to the feeling of her tongue brushing softly against mine. We broke away long enough to tumble into bed…where I finally got that damned t-shirt out of the way. I pulled Jill on top of me, running my hands across her back…trying to absorb her skin into mine…needing to be one with her. She laid her head on my shoulder as her body shuddered in need, holding on to me like I was her anchor in a storm. Uh oh. Anchor. Safety. Trust…I groaned as my mind began speaking to my body, forcefully asserting its will over my errant pulse.
******
Think, dammit!! What do you really want? Sex you can get anytime…from anyone. Do you want Jill to be anyone? I know she wants you too...but you want her to stay in your life for a while right? Right?? I shut my eyes, and tried to shut the door to need.
“Jill,” I whispered with supreme effort. “Jill…sweetheart…maybe we should stop now before…before--”
She moaned and held me tighter for a moment, and then rolled off me and shut her eyes. “Oh God!!” I could relate. The mind is sometimes a good thing to waste.
I lay beside her quietly, listening to her breathing slow down…cursing myself for so damned…valiant? Eventually, I reached out and lay a hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked at me, then scooted into the embrace of my arm.
“Thank you.” She kissed me softly on the lips. “I know I said I could control myself…but you are just so…beautiful” she kissed me again. I could get used to this.
I smiled and tried to make light of it. “Well woman, I am aware I have a certain charm…but you have to get a grip on yourself. I can’t have you throwing yourself at me every five minutes.” I kissed her nose, and then let my eyes rake over her body. “I’m not that strong.”
She kissed me again, taking her time and leading me to think we were in trouble once more. When she pulled back, I felt the chill where her warm mouth had been. I saw the glint of mischief in her eye before she laid her head on my chest and grabbed my breast.
“Ok, so we don’t do the deed. But…I’m sure you’re strong enough to resist my holding on to this,” she gave a tug “while I sleep?”
I sighed. It was going to be a long night. I turned the lights off and pulled her closer.
“I guess I could handle that.”
