Sandy toes

Date: 6/11/2019

He held me gently, almost shyly, then pulled me in tight. Head in his shoulder, breathing in his clean manly scent, hands feeling and testing his strong arms and muscular back. I wanted so badly to dig my nails in to those glorious muscles. He pulled away, slowly tracing my back, my hips, my flat stomach and my dangerously pushed up bust. Teasing my hem, my ass...taking big, hard handfulls and squeezing until I moaned. Moving to my cleft, toying with my lace while I watched his beautiful eyes watch me...squirming. I held his face, foreheads and noses touching, wanting so desperately to kiss him, even reaching for him, but afraid of what it could mean, a bundle of desire and nerves... He pulled me down to his rapidly beating chest, reassuring me it was ok, to breathe, to relax. I was so worked up, red in the chest, beating of my heart, heat in my panties, light headed from the moment...not wanting it to ever end. It felt so right, so perfectly fit to one another. My hips had their own mind, pushing, grinding, reaching for more. I wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him tighter, damning the jeans that held him from me. It was time...we'd stayed too long. A fleeting eternity that would be burned in my mind from then on, but not nearly long enough to satisfy my hunger for him. He held my face, slowly and kindly, kissing my forehead like he does....then in a moment he captured my mouth. It was sweet and spicy and perfect, he searched...pushing against me wanting to taste all of me. It was heady and breathless...he apologized, silly man, saying he couldn't stand it and had to finally kiss me. I held onto his shirt, not wanting it to end, him to pull away...but our moment was gone. Where does this leave us? I want more, my body wants more, how do I make it understand? Will I be happy as we were, as we are, now that I know? Can I be both people? Can I share? I just don't know. He wore a ring. As did I. What are we?