Is it happening? But, can we wait a bit? I can't breathe.
The mental preparation I'd done earlier had long disappeared somewhere unknown.
When the zipper of the jacket was pulled down completely by him, and my back was supported by his large hands, he slowly slid off one of my arms.
His movements were slow, very gentle. They didn't make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Aside from the accelerated heartbeat and feeling lost, there was a little anticipation inside as well. No, he was so experienced; surely he practiced this on other women many times. Dammit, I knew it, yet I was still trapped in it.
My arm was gently lifted by him and wrapped around his neck again. Then the jacket was completely removed and tossed beside the sofa, and the other hand, without him saying anything, instinctively reached behind his neck.
My back was tightly supported by his hands, feeling my small frame so soft and powerless in his broad palms.
He, slowly approaching, slowly…
