Their skin is unimaginably soft.
But they are not gentle. “Easy …,”
I start, but as the word leaves
my mouth, I realize I don’t want
it easy. And Kyle knows it too.
Shush, he commands. Don’t tell me
what to do. I know what you want
and I’m going to give it to you.
His words bring a rush of fear
and, worse, excitement. He lifts
my shirt up over my head, kisses
down my neck to the deep V
between my breasts. Pauses.
You are incredible. Beautiful.
I look down into his upturned
eyes, and though he doesn’t say
so, I know he wants my permission.
In answer, I unclasp my bra, offer
myself to his mouth, his tongue,
his teeth. This is already more
than I’ve given Matt, or ever will.
Superego whispers, “How far are you
willing to go?” But I don’t have to
answer that question yet. I place
my hands o
n Kyle’s cheeks, lift
his face toward mine. He pulls
away reluctantly, like an infant
intent on dinner. But he lets me
kiss him softly, cool the inferno.