The thing about a first kiss is you only get one with somebody. It's like what they say about first impressions, but I think a first impression is more redeemable than a first kiss.
For me, the thing that makes a first kiss so exciting is the build up. I am thankful that I'm married and my dating life is over, but there is something about that sexual tension and lead up to a first kiss with someone you are still getting to know.
My first kiss with my husband was a very long time ago, but I can still remember the butterflies and the sweaty palms. I was also in high school, so pile on some awkwardness and insecurity and it was like a powder keg of emotions.
I remember it clearly. We were in my bedroom at my parent's house watching TV, he started teasing me about something (always with the teasing) and then he started tickling me and I ended up pinned down on the floor below him. I remember having simultaneous thoughts of "Just do it already!" "And ohmygod I have no idea how to kiss!"
It's kind of like thinking back on my first spanking, I can remember the build up and the emotions, but not so much the actual act. So was that first kiss awesome? In reality, probably not, we were fumbling teenagers on the floor of my bedroom. But looking back on it I feel like my memory is shrouded in time stopping, music playing, and fireworks going off in the background.
I drew on those emotions for this first kiss between Caitlin and Simon from my upcoming release Call Me Yours. They are not fumbling teenagers, so their first kiss leads to some hanky panky, and Simon certainly knows what he's doing. The one thing that is true to life-- pizza. My first kiss started with a pizza date and so does this one.
Three pieces of pepperoni pizza later, Caitlin finished off her last beer and slumped against the cushions. "That was good."
Simon smiled at her. "You're a cheap date."
Her eyes shot up to his. Was this a date? But then she realized he was probably kidding.
"I didn't mean you were cheap," he stammered.
She smiled at his slip in demeanor. To think she found him so intimidating, but now he back pedaled, afraid he had offended her. "I didn't think you meant I was cheap," she assured him.
"Good," he said, placing his beer on the coffee table and sliding closer to her on the couch.
"What took you so long?" she teased. Maybe the beer was going to her head, maybe her talk with Amanda had kick started something, but she felt brazen at the moment.
His lips quirked up at the corners, "Were you waiting for something?"
She shrugged her shoulders, her brazen feeling escaping her the longer he kept eye contact.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his mouth already lowering to hers.
She parted her lips to respond just as his mouth took hers, causing her to moan into him.
Simon shifted closer to her, never disconnecting their kiss. He deepened his possession on her mouth, twining his tongue with hers as his hand slid up her thigh.
Her body tingled in the wake of his touch and she cupped her hand around the back of his neck. Her nipples hardened in the cups of her bra, the lace scraping against the sensitive tips. She crushed herself against him and he responded by lifting her onto his lap.
She straddled his hips, her knees digging into the cushions on either side of him. She rocked herself over his denim covered erection and felt his unmistakable length pressing against her.
Simon moaned into her mouth as she continued rocking. He wound one hand in her hair and tugged her head back, disconnecting their kiss, but continuing his own journey kissing down her neck, sucking and nipping as he went. His hand held her in place, gentle pressure on her scalp as he tugged harder. His other hand snaked around her hips and clamped her against him, stilling her movements.
"Keep that up and I'll come in my pants," he murmured against her as he continued his assault down her throat.
She let out a sound, something between a moan and a growl, her movements limited from his strong hands on her body. She could no longer rock her hips, and her head was bent back at an odd angle from his hand in her hair. But instead of being uncomfortable she reveled in his bonds. She didn't have to think about what move to make next. He was making all the moves for her, she just had to sit back and let it happen. Her pussy gushed as his tongue found the dip in her cleavage.
He let go of her hair, but his arm remained tight around her hips. His hand found its way up her shirt, pushing her bra up to toy with her hardened nipple.
She laced both hands behind his head, holding Simon in place as his mouth teased her other nipple through her t-shirt. She pulled back from him, ripping her t-shirt and bra over her head, leaving herself bare to his gaze.
Coming Soon to Amazon on 8/20!
Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.
Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.
Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?