"What are we doing?" Shelley asked.
Mr. Coffee stopped and slowly pulled back. He was few inches taller than Shelley, but her body fit comfortably in his arms. His chest swelled as he inhaled a deep breath. He bit down on his lip and looked in her face. His eyes searched her face to understand.
Shelley laid her forehead on his chest and sighed. The sweet taste of his lips on hers had left a warm sensation that would not go away quickly. She had to slow down. Shelley had sensed that whatever would become of their friendship was something that would be unlike anything she had experienced before.
He exhaled at last. The sound of his heartbeat banged loud enough for Shelley to hear it. The bulge in between them was clear evidence of his arousal, to her. He cleared his throat.
"When you brushed your lips across mine, I thought that you wanted…" Mr. Coffee explained.
Shelley gently rubbed the small of his back. She closed her eyes tightly. She struggled not to look up into his eyes. An animalistic impulse to tear off his shirt and plant soft luscious kisses down to his navel overwhelmed her. Shelley shivered in his arms.
"I think that my mind is captivated with some thoughts that are less than lady like about you, at the moment. When we make it to the point that I take you into my bed, even if it is only for one night, I want it to be special." Shelley said.
Mr. Coffee raised his hands and caressed her shoulders. She tensed all over from his touch. He massaged her lightly for a few moments. Soon she felt his hands roam farther down her back and rest on her flared hips.
"I like that you said when and not if." Mr. Coffee replied.
Shelley smiled. She forced herself to look at him. Her heart warmed over when she saw him grin. He had a crooked smile that showed a single dimple on the right side of his face. His skin was smooth and clear. She reached up and gently ran her thumb across his cheek.
"I think I had better go now. Holding on to you like this feels so damn good. Too damn right." Mr. Coffee said.
Mr. Coffee began to untangle himself from their embrace. Shelley held onto to him for a bit, before she half-heartedly let him go. Coolness quickly replaced the heat from where their bodies had meshed. He gasped.
Shelley's body had the nearly the same reaction. There was an immediate desire to grab him and bask in the heat that they created together. Her breasts heaved as she fought to maintain her decision. Still, the closeness of him, his scent, his touch, had a sensual impact on her senses.
Mr. Coffee turned and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, he raised a hand and grabbed the handle. He hesitated. Finally, he turned the knob and pulled the door open. Mr. Coffee turned to where Shelley last stood to say goodbye.
A sharp and fresh breeze wafted through the open door. The night sky sparkled with the clarity of stars. He opened his mouth. Mr. Coffee looked down at his hand on the knob. He shrugged his shoulders and wiped his face with his free hand.
Shelley walked over to the door. She placed her hand on top of his. Her fingers looked so small compared to the size of his hands when she laid hers over him. Shelley pushed the door closed.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him until he turned around. Shelley placed her hand in the center of his chest, once he did. Mr. Coffee stepped back until the closed door pressed against his broad shoulders. Shelley reached out and put her arms around his neck.
"Shelley, what are you doing to me? " Mr. Coffee moaned.
Shelley leaned up and pecked his lips once, and then again. Little by little, she parted her lips and let her pent up the passion for him out. She slid a hand between them and began to caress the swollen knot in front of his slacks. Her small hand traced the outline of him down his thigh.
Mr. Coffee reached up and grasped a handful of her hair, again. He tugged until she leaned her head back. Mr. Coffee stared down at her with flared nostrils. She whimpered when he bent down and returned her kiss with a fixated appetite for more of her.
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