A Kiss Before We Part

A Kiss Before We Part

by Millie Dynamite

© Copyright 2020 by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite

A warm glow in the eastern sky, all pink and reddish-purple, foreshadowed the impending sunrise. Gazing out her window, rubbing her belly, Iris thought of the hot encounter the previous night. Their intimate embraces lingered in Iris’s mind and on her body. His tender loving touch, his subservience, and attention to her needs flickered like a movie in her thoughts. The whole thing had been delicious. She basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Iris’s fingers ran over his frame, such a tasty man.

The date lasted well into the night. Iris and Cliff hit it off in spectacular fashion, partaking of an intimate dinner at a swank restaurant, an artsy film, followed by drinks and conversation. Never an awkward silence, the two gazed into one another’s eyes. A spark passed between them, a sense of understanding, a magic moment, when those destined to be one share an epiphany — the one second when love spawns.

Her touch reached into his mind, heart, and soul. Like tendrils of a plant, the contact grew, working deep inside him, stoking a fire. Twining around his will, the seed took hold. A tangle of her clutched him, taking control of Cliff in a manner he couldn’t recognize. Cliff perceived a connection.

You must understand, Cliff found his soulmate that night. He realized this in a flash. A bolt out of the blue struck him, and he wouldn’t blow this chance. Often, all you have is one chance at happiness, one opportunity to make the perfect connection. He resolved not to muck up this thing; he’d do what’s required, in the time necessary, to win this beautiful soul.

Time, as time wants to do, got away from the young would-be lovers. And so, the hour grew late, “Last Call,” the bartender called out, and the pair made their way to the parking lot. He went to open her door. She stood with demure patients, waiting for a first kiss. Turning to her, Cliff sensed she wanted him to kiss her.

Leaning down, he parted his lips, so close, and pressed his to hers. A fire passion swept over him; he fought to control himself as burned inside his chest, his intellect, his loins. Engulfing him, consuming him, Cliff wanted Iris, every inch of her, every ounce of her love. He needed to touch her soul. The embrace went on for moments, seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to five. Tongues danced inside one another’s mouths. Lips pressed together, dancing with one another, as sparks of electricity ran down Cliff’s spine.

At last, Iris broke the kiss, breathing hard, fixing a gaze on Cliff; Iris’s eyes devoured him. Her appearance appeared angelic, and yet her desire showed in her eyes. A lusty expression of wanton need covered her face, her tongue slivered out, running over her luscious lips, snaked back inside her mouth.

“I understand it isn’t proper, but would you like to come to my apartment? I sense, mmm, this connection with you,” again, Iris’s tongue danced on her lips and teeth. “Only this mustn’t be a one-night-stand for you. This isn’t a one-night-stand, is it? You do feel as I do?”

“I’m not sure what this is,” Cliff smiled at her. “But, if you want me in your home, I’ll be there. And no, this, for sure, is not a one-night stand at all.” ‘Can’t rush this, can’t let her realize I’m head over heels this fast,’ he thought.

On the drive to her place, they conversed. Cliff spoke of his childhood, mother and father, brother and sister, friends. Telling her more in a twenty-minute drive than he’d ever related to his ex-girlfriend in their five years. As he pulled into the parking lot, he realized he’d dominated the conversation.

Reaching across the console of the car, Iris placed her hand on his shoulder.