The Clinch ( An Erotic Novella ) (6 page)

As we were walking toward the dining area I was hyper aware of his hand on my back. The heat of his body seemed to penetrate through the dress and spread through me.

I wanted to turn toward him and walk into his arms. I wanted to press myself against him and feel his realness against my skin.

I kept forcing myself to remember that this time, this wasn't merely my imagination, this was real!

As we were seated at the table, I had to stop myself from scooting my chair over closer to him. My hand seemed drawn to his.

I kept reaching for him, touching his hand, running my fingertips over his sleeve.

I couldn't keep my hands off him.

Just touching this mans skin was arousing me.

To feel my hand slide up his forearm, to slide my foot up his pant leg under the table, made me quiver with longing.

My pussy ached with the need to feel his cock filling it. Staring across the table, and seeing him sitting there, a real man, a physical being, was something I had longed for, for all these weeks.

Halfway through the dinner, I realized what a mistake we had made by deciding to meet in a public place.

I wanted to get up and come around the table, pull his cock out of his pants and sit astride him. I wanted to slip my pussy down over his cock and grind it deep into me.

I wanted to wrap my legs around the chair he sat on, and pull myself against him over and over.

It was all I could do not to squirm in my chair as I pretended to eat. I wanted nothing more to do with food.

My body hungered with a more basic need.

As I looked up from my plate, I saw him looking at me with the same need, written upon his face.

Finally, when dinner was done, and we were walking out of the restaurant, he pulled me against his side, his arm around me, guiding me through the maze of tables and chairs.

With my body pressed against his, my arm around his waist, I felt like this was the most natural and right place for me.

Once we made it out into the parking lot, he swung me around in front of him, his hands on my shoulders.

Now facing each other, no table between us, I felt shy.

Then he leaned his head down and stepped forward, kissing me. As he placed his lips upon mine, all my shyness evaporated.

It was a small kiss at first, as if we were testing the fit of his lips on mine. But then he pulled me close, circling my body with his strong arms and pressing me close. My body molded itself to him, my lips pressed hard to his, my arms sliding up and cradling his head in my hands.

My fingers ran through his hair, and I pulled his head down closer.

My lips opened to his tongue, and as it slipped in over my teeth, my tongue met it, the two sliding against one another. I never wanted the kiss to stop. I wished I could climb into his body through his mouth.

I felt all the passions that we had created and acted out online surge through my body and pour from me onto his lips.

I could never have envisioned the feeling of belonging and need that swept through me.

We sank into the seas of passion, each clinging to the other as we drowned in the intensity of this first kiss.

As we pulled from one another, suddenly aware of our surroundings, I wanted to throw myself back against him, and once more feel his arms around me.

I felt as if I had been yanked from a dream, taken away from a place where I was 'right'. We both looked at one another, stunned by the force of what seemed to be just the beginnings of so much more to come.

I had to shake my head with both wonderment and disbelief.

If that was "just" the first kiss, then I was not sure I could withstand what was surely to come.

But there wasn't a person on earth that could stop me from finding out!

Samatha K. Spears is the author of The Clinch and a variety of short erotica stories. She lives
in Atlanta, Ga with her husband and 5 children.