Passion_(3)

Krystal steps into the room, turning around to close the door behind me. She is standing in front of me her left hand crossing her chest and holding her right arm. She is nervous, it’s plain to see. She is chewing slightly on her lip as I walk up to her. I smile in that same way I have in the past. This time it means so much more, she is alone with me, probably very confused by what she is feeling.

“It is so good that we can be here together!” I say in a smooth voice hoping to cut some of the tension.
I continue walking slowly toward her. Tentatively. As though she might spook and dash right out of the room. I smile warmly, invitingly. She purses her lips and looks abashedly to the side, but I can see the slight hint of a smirk turning upward at the corner of those gorgeous lips.

“I shouldn’t be here.” She says softly I let the words disperse in the lightly furnished room. It’s better not to reply. Instead I answer by rubbing her crossed arm with my hand. Warming her up, instilling trust, strengthening that emotional connection.
Waiting for her to look back up at me, I then use my other hand to brush the hair over her ears. Exuding the quiet confidence I have learned through practice, I just smile more deeply. I’ve been planning this for a long time. I knew she would be reluctant, they all are.

Only a moment goes by before I take her hand off her arm and place it on the small of her back. I massage the area lightly, stepping further into her space. Looking into her eyes I lean in closer.
She leans ever so slightly forward before moving her arms between you. With her hands holding your chest off she takes a moment to steady her self before whispering that this isn’t a good idea.
I know she is in unprecedented territory, so I say a few soothing words. Partly reminding her why she is here, and partly planting the thoughts of the amazing experience she is about to have.

I can feel her melt slightly as I again brush her hair around her neck, while continuing to rub her back. I try again, leaning in, looking into her eyes, she leans in. Then stops, her body becoming more rigid as she puts pressure on the hand on her back.
I gently resist her attempts to move away, pulling her towards me, trying to maintain the momentum I had. Pressing my advantage. I start to win out as she wars with herself as to what to do.
Finally she starts to let herself be guided by my strong persistences, yet as I’m just about to lock lips she turns her head slightly! Hiding my disappointment I go with the flow kissing her cheek instead.
Her cheek feels even smoother than it looks! I feel her relax immediately. “We shouldn’t kiss, it wouldn’t be right, you know?” She says. As if to ask her self.

Smiling to myself I know what a kiss must mean to her. The prospect excites me, the ability to with such a simple act inspire such deep passion. I mentally set that aside for later. I have a lot on the agenda for my companion, much more than she realizes, most of which she would never be receptive to even at this stage of the game.
Not wanting to derail the momentum I move my head to her other cheek and kiss it lightly as well.
Then lean back to say “I Understand.”

As if to make a dramatic counterpoint to what I just said, my hand moves down to her midriff and floats under the hem of her shirt. Steadily I press the crook of her back and massage her tummy.
I say a few more words as I switch up my hands. The hand on her back moving around to begin massaging her abdomen, again breaking under her shirt. Unnoticeably penetrating yet another layer of her defenses.
At the same time moving my free hand back up to her face. I stroke her chin and feel the softness of her cheek before lightly grazing her hair. Stroking it like I might pet a kitten to make it purr for me.

I let my massaging hand flow effortlessly up her shirt, letting her wallow in the sensual contact. I lean in again, but as I feel her body tense under my machinations, I choose to nuzzle her nose rather than push the issue a third time. She gives a little giggle to this. I give a deep hearty chuckle in return.

“You are such a perfect creature” I say with conviction. I truly meant this. I think to myself just how perfect she is, losing myself in the moment. Her body is everything any man of any age could desire, her figure flawless in its curves and complexion.
Her face a mask of unmistakable beauty, both adorable and sexy rolled onto a plain. Her features of course are the reason I pursued her as I have, but I can’t help but have felt a real connection. Even under all that guile.

Just staring at her, it still shocks me whenever I get this far, that this is reality. That this is actually happening. Eventually, the moment passes. I realize I have work to do. I will count my blessings later on. Even a minor slip up now could ruin everything.

Caressing her stomach, I take it a step further grazing over her bra. My forearm is now fully engulfed by her shirt, the bottom hem resting on the inside of my elbow as I reach to massage her shoulder region.
She closes her eyes, and is nearing a fully relaxed state. I take the opportunity to look at her navel, the true object of my intentions! I look at it. Beating back deep, hidden, desires. While massaging her shoulder I make sure to frequently, but apparently unintentionally, brush my forearm across her gorgeous breasts.