“Yes?” Jeremy looked up at me, his fingers still holding mine.
“You’re kissing my wrist.”
He grinned. “So I am.” He kissed it again, his lips moistening my skin. “And?”
I just shook my head and tried to bring his face up to mine. He resisted, and kissed my forearm instead. I sighed.
“Just sort of a weird place to start.”
He stopped and grimaced. “Humor me, just for today. What do you have to lose?”
I shrugged, but I rolled my eyes for good measure. Petulant, maybe, but I’ve never claimed to be grown up. He stood up, wincing as his knees straightened, and pushed me gently down until I was lying on the bed. He moved my legs until I was completely on the covers, then climbed over me, bringing his head down to my ear.
“Maya, please. Suspend your disbelief for ten minutes.”
I turned to look at him and smiled. I could never actually be angry with him, and it would be rude to be grouchy when he was trying so hard to please me. I closed my eyes.
He started with my neck. Fine. It’s sensitive, but it doesn’t always make me horny, not like when he kisses the back of my neck – that drives me absolutely wild. He moved down to my collarbone as his hands rid me of my old college t-shirt. Instead of going for my bra, or my breasts, he started kissing my shoulder, biting and nibbling as he worked his way down my arm to the wrist he was kissing before.
His lips moved to my stomach as his hands pulled down my paint-stained sweatpants and did away with the panties underneath. I started to take off my bra but stopped after he flashed me a stern glare. He kissed my hipbone and started down my leg, coming dangerously close to where I wanted him to be when he bit my inner thigh. Without a moment’s hesitation he continued on down my leg, and I could hear him unzip his pants as he did so. He stood to finish taking off his pants and boxers, and I felt that same tingling feeling under my sternum that I always got when I saw him naked. There was no better sight in the world.
“Five minutes,” I smiled.
He grinned and began working his way back up my body via my other leg, making sure to nibble and lick a bit more than was really necessary. This time he kissed the skin right under and between my breasts, and I could feel the stubble as it deliciously pricked my skin. I bit my lip as he worked up almost to my neck again before diverting to my other arm. I chanced a look at the wall clock.
He kissed his way down my arm, making sure to hit my bicep, my elbow, my forearm. He kissed each fingertip. Each knuckle. I was sure he wasn’t going to make it.
“Ten… nine… eight…”
He maneuvered back up on his knees and raised my hips in preparation.
“Seven… six… five…”
I could feel his tip nudging me, and as much as I wanted him I hoped I wouldn’t have to give him the satisfaction.
“Four… three… t–two…”
He had pushed inside just a bit, slowly, and then I felt him enter me completely.
One thrust and I was shaking like a fresh-caught fish.
Only fifteen minutes earlier we’d been watching the porn his roommate had carelessly left out, to see if it was any good. We watched as the blond faked an orgasm as soon as she was penetrated.
“I could make you do that…” he mused quietly, daring me to take the bait.
“Yeah, right. He hadn’t even touched her boobs. No oral sex. This flick assumes that all women are begging to be fucked without any foreplay. A little chauvinistic for my tastes.” Thank you, Liberal Arts. I stuck another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.
“There are other kinds of foreplay, you know. Look, I bet you I can make you come without oral sex, without touching your breasts, in one thrust.”
I raised one eyebrow at him, but he paused the movie and looked at me, completely serious.
“You’re on. I’ll give you ten minutes.”
“Fine.” He held out his hand to lead me to his bedroom. “Let’s go.”
Kit Scanlan is a recent college grad pursuing a writing career, among other things.