Kissing Through a Pane of Glass by Peter Michael Rosenberg Read Free Book Online Page A

those white cotton panties. Her breasts, like the rest of her, were perfect; smooth and rounded. One instinctively wished to reach across and touch them, not in any sexual way necessarily, but just to connect with the beauty, to discover if such perfection could be real.
     
    ‘I’ve never made love before,’ she said, aware that I had not understood. ‘But I want you. I want you to be the first.’
     
    She moved forward, knelt down in front of me, and taking hold of my left ankle, took off my sandal. She must have felt me trembling, but said nothing. I looked down at her; her head was lowered, and the candlelight was reflecting off her shiny blonde hair. I could feel her breath, warm and heavy, against my legs. I lifted my right foot so that she could remove the other sandal. I didn’t dare touch her; I could not. It was as if I were the victim of a temporary paralysis.
     
    She remained kneeling, put her hands to my waist, unzipped my shorts and pulled them down. I stepped out of them clumsily, aware only of the fact that Liana’s face was just inches away from the absurd sight of my erection trying to tear through the front of my underpants. She did not move but placed her hands on my thighs. Still quivering, I slipped my shirt off over my head and threw it to one side, then placed my hands gently on her shoulders.
     
    Her hands started to caress my thighs. The pressure on my penis was excruciating, and all I wanted was for her to take off my pants, to ease the discomfort. She looked up at me, registered the expression on my face which, part agony, part ecstasy, must have confused her, and then, with a careful manoeuvre, released me from my elasticated prison.
     
    The touch of her hand was heavenly, and I closed my eyes for an instant, savouring the moment. I was, by now, so aroused that I knew if I did not do something soon, it would all be over. I stepped back a few inches, took Liana’s hands and brought her to her feet. I put my arms around her, pulled her close and kissed her gently. Her body was so warm, so smooth against mine; it seemed to lock into place. Liana did not prolong the kiss but pulled back. I felt her reaching for my groin, and in a swift motion that took me completely by surprise, she sank to her knees again and kissed me on the stomach, then ran her tongue along the underside of my penis. I recall feeling a little faint, a little unsteady. She turned, stood, walked over to the bed, removed her panties, slunk on to the mattress, raised one knee, then held out her hands to me.
     
    ‘Make love to me Michael,’ she whispered. ‘I’m yours for the night.
     
    When I entered Liana that first time, there was no resistance, no discomfort. It was almost as if our two bodies had been designed exclusively for this act, for each other. Liana raised her legs up, and I slipped into her so fully, so deeply, that my head swam. Every movement, every motion was charged with an intense determinism, as if there could be nothing else at that moment, no other way. I had never felt such pleasure - my whole body resonated with a deep, vibrant shudder. Liana let out a short, breathy gasp, dug her fingers into my backside, and tried to pull me in even further.
     
    With each motion, to and fro, her gasps became louder, more urgent. She looked as if she were in some sort of possessed state, transported by the rapture. I thrust harder, fighting to hold back the climax that I knew was just moments away. Every sense became heightened; her odours overwhelmed me; her body seemed to glow with the molten heat of passion. She started to buck, her back arched - just as I had envisioned it that afternoon on the terrace overlooking the lake. She drew blood from my buttocks. She screamed my name.
     
    When I came, a moment later, bright flashes of light erupted behind my eyelids; my body contracted in frenzied spasms, and my head felt like it might explode in a single, symphonic burst. Every nerve had been sensitised, and I