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She wasn't sure she was ready for this.  He'd invited her to dinner.  They had spent so much time together and enjoyed every minute. Their interests were varied but they could talk for hours, argue personal beliefs and yet continue to laugh.  Still, Tracey wasn't sure what was next. She tried to play it off as just hanging out but her knees shook every time she thought of him and when she arrived half an hour early, Tracey forced herself down to the nearest parking lot to get a hold of her heart.  She didn't want to be too optimistic:  things happen; people misread situations...

At a more appropriate time, she pulled up (again), primped and pushed herself from the car.  She was almost panting by the time she got to his door. She swallowed what felt like a handful of golf balls, smoothing her navy silk blouse once more.  She raked her hair and puffed her breath to remove her bangs from her face.  It was cold and a light rain had started to fall, just enough to potentially ruin the reserved but sexy ensemble she'd put together.  Raising her hand to knock she almost bopped his nose.  He must have been waiting for her.  They laughed and kissed politely.  He took her coat and showed her in.  Her heart was beating so hard she thought even her shirt was pounding.

"You all right?" Mark asked."You seem out of breath."  His head tilted curiously allowing his dark curls to dip slightly across his grey eyes. 

She wanted to trace them away but blushed instead.  She sighed heavily, collecting herself.  "Yep.  Just a little nervous I guess." she laughed lightly. "Sorry."

"No need.  To be either." He said and reached around her to usher in.  The smell of dinner and the music they both loved beckoned from the other room.  He poured her wine and delved in to the day's events.

Any nervousness melted away and she was happy the evening was comfortable.  There was no awkwardness or sexual tension to be tripped over or stumbled through.  Tracey admitted to herself she was almost disappointed about that.  She dismissed her earlier worries as childish.  She always did this; think there was something when there wasn't.  She had been wrong about his intentions.  They would be friends. Yes.  And she would be happy with that. She tried to believe it, but there were times when she found herself watching him move under his clothes and wishing she could taste their wine from his lips.  She felt foolish wanting him since it by his body language it obviously wasn't the same.

Dinner came and they argued philosophies (a favorite topic).  They sparred and fought each other with authors, quotes, theories and religions. They called a truce over dessert.  Moving into the keeping room, she flounced carelessly and tucked her feet up under her.

"Round two?  Tell me again how there is no original thought.  I already know that though, don't I?" She smiled over her glass and took a drink.

"That's a weak one but yes it's true. You can do better than that." he grinned.

"Perhaps I simply don't feel you're worth the effort to come up with something better." she added quickly.

He raised his eyebrows and glass. "But I know that isn't true."  He waved off the argument and beckoned her to join him.  He pointed to some pictures and began to tell her the stories behind them.

Tracey didn't catch a word.  She stood there, willing her ears to hear but her mind was wandering; watching the curve of his mouth wanting to kiss it. She studied his frame under his clothes and wanted to touch him.  She felt  like every nerve was burning just under the surface of her skin.  She turned her attention to her glass, changing her focus to the deep leggy wine.

"And so I killed them all and they are stuffed in my stock freezer downstairs..." she caught.  Her head snapped up; embarrassed that he'd found her not paying attention. Her eyes were wide open.

"You're a million miles away. What's wrong?"

"Mark, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"You didn't like dinner? I stink?"

She laughed softly. "No. Don't be silly. It has been a wonderful evening. As always. Thank you."  She placed her drink on the mantle. The fire's warmth and light played on her body.

"You want to go?" Mark asked slowly.

"Oh." she was startled by this. " Oh, yes, I suppose I should. It's late." She could feel her speech getting faster. She was getting upset.

Mark took a long drink from his glass and stood quietly in front of her. 

"What?" she half laughed.  "You've got lots of work to do. I shouldn't have stayed so late." she was trying to regain her ground and keep it...friendly. She went to move passed him.

He stepped up to her, reached around and set his glass next to hers; his fingers drawing along her chin.  Tracey caught her breath at his touch.

  "Stay." he whispered. 

She closed her eyes and felt his lips for the first time.  They were soft and sweet.  He pulled away but she could still feel his breath.  Leaning in, she returned his touch and traced his mouth with her tongue lightly, curiously.  Her body tingled with desire.  She slowly ran her hands along his chest and cupped his face in her hands. 

 He said her name and began to kiss her again.  His lips more firm and hungry than before.  He nuzzled the hollow of her throat. He took her hand, guiding her asking her to touch him.  When she did, he groaned quietly into her hair.  She pulled at his clothes and tugged open his shirt.  She wanted to see him, feel his skin. 

His lips coarsely found her mouth tasting her desire and nervousness.  As she hands teased and explored his body, he whispered his desire in her ear and along her body.  He pulled the zipper to her blouse slowly, relishing the goose bumps that flashed across her back as his fingertips caressed her skin.  He pulled it up and over her head tossing it carelessly aside so he could taste her.  The way she moved against him drove him wild.  He quickly picked her up and lay down with her along the couch.  Kneeling above her, he drew along her sides and hips; feeling her breath quicken and watching her move to meet him.  He ran his mouth just above her skin so as not to touch her but for her to feel his words as he told her she was beautiful and perfect. She moaned  softly when he finally undressed her.  She pleaded with him to kiss her; excitedly whispering how much she wanted him. He loved that her body was warm and eager; that he had the same effect on her.  Mark kept his pace was slow and cautious.  When she could take no more she pulled away and sat up.  Her lips and mouth were dry  He watched as she licked them and smiled.

Tracey moved almost like a cat to crawl above him.  She pulled at his jeans and when they were equally vulnerable, she began to taste his skin; his body.  He clenched his fists and felt every muscle begin to burn.  His breath was jagged. He begged her not to stop. Her mouth was warm; soft.  Her kisses hungry and insistent. Her hands scratched and clenched him. She tortured him with her tongue, curious and tender along the length of him until he was convinced he would explode.  She could feel he was close and pulled away to kiss his hip, his stomach, travelling slowly back the way she'd come.  She was fully above him now, her hips gently lowering to feel him better.  He cupped her backside and sat up slightly.  He slid against her, inside her and groaned as her back arched.

She sighed; a soft sideways smile crinkling her mouth.  Her body tightened around him as they began to move together.  His hands slipped around her hips pulling her down closer, deeper. She gasped and pushed against him.  He felt her slide into ecstasy.  Her jaw quivered as he continued to move, more quickly, urgently.  She took his hands and brought them around to her breasts.  He kissed them, teased them. She moaned his name and brought his fingers to her lips.  She tasted them, lingering; savoring the feel of every inch of his flesh. 

His body began to shake and tighten. He clutched her and began to pant. Like a fire it crawled under his skin causing him to cry out.  She matched him with every breath and push.  She shivered, warmed by her own passion.

Their bodies still entangled and slick, he shifted to have her lie next to him.  He stroked her hair and kissed her skin more gently this time.  She sighed and traced his body with her fingertips.  Their breath slowed and sleep tickled them.

"You want to stay?" he asked quietly.

"You want me to?"

"Is this a good thing?"

She smiled on his skin and reached for him again. "I'm pretty sure it could be."

The fire dimmed to let the new lovers sleep.




It's been a while since we've had one of these.  I'd hate to get rusty in the passion department.  I hope I stirred you a little.  Have a nice night.  Thank you for stopping by, we have such fun when you're here.