I could sense he was prolonging his time with me. I
didn't want him to leave either. I suggested he come in
and maybe we would find Evan up. We didn't. His
door remained shut and when I knocked again, we got
the same silent response. It wasn't that late yet, so we went into the family room and started watching some
television, sitting beside each other on the long settee. We began to kiss, small, exploratory kisses, our
lips grazing our faces, his moving over my eyes, my
nose, and always finding their way back to mine. I
turned into him and moaned softly.
He chanted my name as if it was a prayer, and
he told me how much he had missed me and longed to
see me. His hands moved up from my waist to my
shoulders and then over my breasts. It felt good to be
loved, to be wanted, to be needed. I said nothing when
he reached back and shut off the lamp beside us. Only
the glow of the television screen cast any illumination
over us. It was a warm light, making his face glow.
When he undid the buttons of my blouse and slipped
it off my shoulders, he brought his lips down to
follow the lines of my neck to my shoulders and
kissed me again while he took my blouse off
completely. I could feel him fumbling with my bra
clip and reached back to undo it myself. He nudged it
away with the tip of his nose and began to kiss my
breasts.
Excitement within me spiraled out, reaching
every part of my body, right down to my tots. I had no
idea how far we would go. I toyed with complete abandon and he went further and further, moving his hands up my legs, over my thighs, until he made my
heart nearly leap out of my chest.
"We'd better stop," I whispered in his ear, even