Advent Calendar for Grown-ups by Alexandra Iff
“Look at me Miss Parker. I want to see your face.”
I’ve stopped breathing, and I don’t know what else to say. I hear him moving closer, sitting beside me.
“Hey,” his fingers gently pinch my chin, and slowly pull me to him. My face is bright red, I feel it burning, and the moment his dark eyes land on me, I’m pulled into the void.
“You are beautiful.”
Caught in the carnal web spinning around me, ever so slightly I move closer, and stop breathing again.
“I would love to kiss you, Miss Parker.”
Inaudible words spoken in a moment of madness; my eyes close and I fall victim to his ways.
“Tell me how you want it…” held in his strong grip, he gingerly rubs our lips together. “Like this,” he nips my lower lip playfully. “Or like this,” his tongue gently glides over the corners of my lips and, as if spellbound, my mouth opens… Wanting, no, needing his kiss. “Or…” he unexpectedly inserts his tongue deep inside my mouth, taking me by surprise and expelling the remainder of doubt I had. I moan; helpless, I’m at his mercy. He’s holding my jaw firmly in his hand and he is leading this game. I…I’m just sitting here, drowning in what seems like a dream full of endorphins, I never want to wake up from.
He pulls back just as fast, and, breathing raggedly, he stays there, on the precipice of our kiss, breathing in my air.
“Please… Don’t stop…” I hear myself speak. I’ve never had a kiss like this. So alive. So possessive. So…carnal. He kisses me again with so much fervor I mold into him. My body…I feel it wants more. It moves forward, into him. His body reacts, but I feel his hands ease off, subtly pushing me away from him. Separated by only the air, although connected in so many other ways, we are both panting.
“If I don’t stop now, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
My pupils are dilated, my nostrils flared, I’m breathing like I’ve run a marathon.
“Dimitri…,” I lean back, trying to catch my breath.
“You are one hell of a kisser, Miss Parker.”
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Fully absorbed by the memory of our kiss, I’m still high.
“Do you always kiss like that?”
“I don’t kiss at all. Um.. I mean… I don’t know. How did I kiss?” What is wrong with the way I kiss?
“It felt so…” he closes his eyes, knitting his eyebrows. “Perfect. It was like…Like you were hungry for me. Like you haven’t kissed anyone in years.”
“You are my first kiss in six years.”