As soon as the words were out for her mouth she wanted to take them back. She pulled back to look at him. his face was open and eager and she loved the puppy he was. Her question carried an insinuation she was not sure that she wanted it to. Well, of course, he wanted to, she wanted to. Had told him so. But, it felt wrong to jump into it tonight. They had had a lovely meal, lots of fun conversations and bad joke exchanges, but they needed to build a bit more.

How could she let him down easy, indicate her interest and future intent, but get him to still spend the night. 

She didn't have to though, he seemed to read her mind. He covered her hand with his own and closed the gap she had opened when she realized her Freudian lapse.  Once his forehead was against hers, he closed his eyes and exhaled.

"I'm gonna let you take that back if you want." he blinked open slowly and offered a tiny smile.

She took his and gave back a small grin of her own and pouted, "I don't really want to take it back," she breathed and let her eyes drift to his chest, watching its rise and fall increase. "and I'm not taking it back. I'd really like you to stay the night. I want to keep talking to you, but....."

"No, I get it. Tonight, it's too soon, yeah?" he lifted his eyebrows and leaned back to look into her her eyes.

She nodded and laughed a little under her breath. Shrugging she spoke,  "Well, if we aren't going to fuck, what do you want to do?"

The sound that shot out of his mouth she had only ever heard geese make when they were very angry. "Was that, was that a laugh?" She pointed at him and rocked back with her own giggle fit. "I think that is the most ridiculous laugh that I have ever heard." The momentum of her sudden motion moved the light metal chair she was in to rick and as it tipped she squealed in alarm.

He caught her by grabbing the spindles supporting the  backrest as she started to go over. His chest was brought to hers and she continued to laugh in his face. He looked charmed for a moment then his face twisted into a mock scowl.

"Should have let you fall, making fun of my laugh. Don't think I haven't noticed those little piggie sounds you make. Know you try to cover them with your hand, love."

"I do not snort, you fucker!" She chafed and pushed him back from her a bit. 

"Oh yes you do, let's see if I can prove it to you," his fingers danced over her ribs and she writhed, trying to escape his offensive.

"stop, please," she gasped,  "I hate being tickled......... Stop, ca suffit!" but the giggles spilled out and he seemed to be using the opportunity to watch her face change and feel a little more of her than he had up until that point. His finger had moved from her ribs, up under her arm pits, where she knew he had drawn a loud prolonged snort from the smug grin on his face. Though this part of her body had yielded the sound he was looking for, he quested down instead of lingering until they had traced the v she created with her body as she tried to pull her hips away until her backbone hit the chair behind her. Her hips were not as sensitive and she was able to open her eyes as she wiggled. His were glued to her breasts and she couldn't find it in herself to be self concious of their unrestrained bounce. She had beautiful breast and she knew it, hoped he knew it too. "Like what you see?' she hiccuped out.

He had the good grace to look embarrassed, but he didn't stop, his hands just drifted to her thighs and the pinches he gave around her knees nearly caught him a one to the chin, which she thought he deserved.

"Nearly got me, " he chuckled as he pinched her heel on her right foot as it descended from its near miss and he ran his middle and ring finger down her instep, her feet were not ticklish, so she had enough of a mind to be intrigued by that motion.

"You need a knee to the chin, might pretty up that visage!"

"Oh yeah, think I need a little rearrangement?" he grabbed the back of her thighs suddenly and she found that the minimal space between their bodies had been erased. The tip of his nose touched hers and then glanced from side to side. 

"No," her hand cupped his jawline, her thumb nestling in the notch above his adam's apple. "You face is parfait, I particularly like these," she brought their lips together. He interlocked his lips around hers and mmm-ed his way into the kiss. He pulled back and switched from bottom to top, his tongue touching the mid point of her pout. She found that her other hand had joined its twin on his jaw before she pushed them back to his hair, catching his earlobes in the webbing between her thumb and hand. She felt that his hands had moved as well and were clutching her t shirt near her ribs, pulling her body onto his.  She soon found her hips around his and the gears of their body clicked into place and the machinery took over. His hands ran under her shirt and hers met outstretched behind his head before she turned her head and opened her mouth to slid her tongue against his. After the tango their linguals engaged in she pulled back to catch her breath and he nipped her chin more roughly than she would have expected before mouthing at the chord of muscle on the side of her neck. Her borders broadened and she gasped when the gentle kissing he was doing turned into strong suction behind her ears and a bite on that chord he'd favored before.

"Lover, lay me down," she moaned and heard him grunt as he stood and carried her into the living room. He dropped her onto the couch and smirked at the look on her face. She could only imagine what he saw. Wet eyes and matching bright pink lips, red splotches on her neck where he'd been so attentive. He looked proud of himself, and she couldn't be fucked to care, he'd barely started his work, but he'd earned it. He pulled his shirt over his head and she got a real life glimpse at his artwork. She'd have to investigate later, because he was now on top of her. Her hips matched the rhythm of their sighs and hums and she couldn't seem to quiet them. The pressure between her legs from her internal and his external force were mixing with the bottles they'd imbibed and she was going to cast her insistence they wait off the balcony they'd just vacated. He rutted into her and she was hoping her mons would be tender to touch tomorrow. A token to remind her.

There was a thought floating just out of reach and she had half a mind to grasp it. Her lover sat back on his haunches and pulled her down, grabbing the shirt she miraculously still had on. She was not wearing a bra and had a feeling that this was going to reach the oncoming crescendo without any intermission, no matter how necessary, if she didn't stop it.  His glided the cotton up her ribs and she somehow found the strength to say, "arrete," before the pink bloom of her nipples were exposed. "Wait, please." 

He stopped suddenly and shook his head like a dog. His clouded eyes cleared and he looked down at her. "We aren't supposed to be doing this are we?" His bashful smile might be the best one she had seen so far.

She bit her lip, "No, I want to, you can tell," she pointed at her erect nipples, "but let's wait awhile, before we go to far, no."

He laughed, "Do me a favor and don't point out your hard nips while you're turning me down, alright?"

"It's not, I'm not," she was trying to back her way out of this gaffe, "I just think we might be worth the wait, I promise, I'll be worth the wait."

"Of that I have no doubt," he scanned over her prone form and shook his head again. "I'm going to the bathroom, to..." he gestured to his semi clad figure and vaguely thrusted his crotch forward, "And you should grab the wine and put on some netflix."

"Deal," she nodded. He was almost at the bathroom when she asked, "Do I just look at netflix and see what I find."