This was it. This was really happening. They were doing this. New Years Day. On top of Metro City Mercy Hospital. While the rest of the world celebrated New Years they were going to be making love for the first time on a table. Good Heavens, when had they become such daring people? Had their lanterns answered their wishes already? Who is to say.
But he kisses her. Oh how he kisses her, how he wraps an arm around her and pulls her in close to him and the feeling of her breasts pushing up against his chest is a feeling he adores already. He shifts himself, brings his hips closer, and he feels the head of his covered erection press purposely against her body.
“I can’t believe this.” Jack thought as he kissed her deeply, free hand caressing her face as he felt her hands touching his body in any way she wanted. “I’m going to make love to you. I didn’t think we would like this. But we are… we are… I just have to…” and he brings his hips closer, and he feels her body slowly push onto his and he moans into her mouth. But he’s slow. He’s careful. He’s gentle. He doesn’t push forward, he doesn’t rush, he doesn’t thrust. Jack does none of these things. The hand on her face moves down to her hips where he gently holds her, thumb touching her hip bone, as he eases himself carefully forward trying to ignore the burning, raging desire to just unleash himself.
She feels wonderful. But he’s still listening for her. Waiting for her to push him off. To say this was a mistake. That this wasn’t right, that he was messing this up. He waits.
Jack Maple 