The Beginning by Lenox Hills Read Free Book Online Page B

his lips right in front of mine, barely touching them and says, “You are so beautiful.” He kisses me. He holds his lips on mine for a moment, but not using his tongue, he pulls back to suck on my bottom lip for a second and then pulls away, and back to his place on the banquette. I am an ice cream cone on a hot summer sidewalk.
     
    “Sorry,” he says. Why does he keep apologizing to me?
    “It’s ok. I liked it.” He exhales, relieved. It occurs to me that it is possible that he has no idea know what he does to me, the flaming desire he ignites in my core. Like how last night made me feel, or how he made me feel when I saw him again, or how I want him to do it all again. I decide to be bold and show him.
     
    I put down my flute on the small ottoman against the left cubby wall. In a swift move I stand up, pivot to the front of him, and pick up his left crossed leg at the ankle. I gently put it down on the floor. I then step in between his legs and look down at him, towering in my new heels and he is staring up at me with his cerulean eyes wide and waiting. I lean in and grab the backrest with my left hand, right behind his shoulder, I pull up my left leg next to his right thigh and with my right hand I grab my new long dress and pull the side up to the top of my thigh. I see his eyes flash down to between my legs. With my hem up, I am able to put my right leg next to his left thigh and straddle him on the banquette. I don’t sit fully down on his lap, but hold myself up on my knees and shins. I place both hands behind his head on the backrest and lean in to kiss him. Right before my lips met his, he swiftly takes both of his hands, scoops them around my waist, and holds my hips. His move was fast and takes another breath of mine away. He scoots to the end of bench, moves his hands to the middle of my back, pulls me towards him and onto his lap fully. I can feel his hard pleasure through his jeans. I looked deeply into his eyes, dancing with excitement, and he leans forward, dipping me. I am parallel to the floor and suspended solely by his hands. They are strong and firm on my back, and I felt safely supported.
    “Lay your head back” he tells me and I did as he says.
     
    Holding me up he leans his head down between my breasts and starts to softly kiss me up my sternum, when he gets to my neck he works up my throat and then over to just below my left ear. Stopping here, he kisses, licks, and sensually sucks on me. It makes me lightheaded, Jonathan makes me weightless and floating as he suspends me. I let my head fall back and his mouth crossed from my left to my right side; there he continues his pleasant oral assault. “aaaahhhhh” comes up my throat and out of my mouth. With his lips on my jaw, I can feel him smiling with my enjoyment.
     
    His firm grasp with left fingers spread on my back holding me tightly, while he takes his right hand and moves it from my lower back to behind my head and he pushes it back up making us face to face. Holding my gaze, I smile at him, and he asks, “ So what kind of move was that supposed to be? A lap dance?”
    Embarrassed, I say “Nope, I was making a pass at you.”
    “Ah I see. Well Lenox, I was quite shocked but it was a very welcome advance.”
    “One that you never let me actually make.” I pointed out, looking away.
    “Touché” and with that he takes his right thumb and put the knuckle under my chin to bring my face back to his. He leans in, “you’re so sensual” and puts his mouth on mine.
     
    A volcano erupts in my belly and I feel hot lava running through my veins. I open my mouth wide to let him take all he wants of me, our tongues meet in my mouth, and he twirls his around my teeth while I follow his with mine. Jonathan pulls me up fully with both his hands on my ass, and leans back into the backrest. I scoot all the up to his lap, with both of my thighs straddling next to his, and wrap my arms around him and thrust my hands into his soft dark hair.