It was, by no means, a great first kiss. We couldn't match each other's timing at the start, but there were sparks. God, there were sparks.
Our lips met, and neither one of us pulled back. It was as if time was frozen, and in that one connection we learned everything we need to know about each other. Eventually I pulled my lips away and came back down from standing on my tippy toes. My eyes were closed, and I didn't want to open them for fear that I would realize this is all a dream.
Brayden moved one of his hands from my waist to my arm. He began to rub up and down in a comforting fashion - asking me to open my eyes. I did as he asked, and I was greeted by a little smile and eyes that couldn't decide whether to look at my eyes or my mouth.
Brayden's hand slid down my arm to my hand, and he began to interlock our fingers. I brought our hands to the small of my back, willing Brayden to move there. He transferred both hands to my back, and I was propelled towards him by his force. I lifted my arms to dangle around his neck, and I reached up to make contact with his big bottom lip. After almost completely missing and getting the corner of his mouth instead, we both started laughing.
While we were giggling, Brayden started to move us towards the bed. I didn't impose. I knew we were there when the back of my legs hit the mattress. Brayden slowly lowered me down onto the bed. Before getting on top of me, he took a second to just take me in. He started at my feet and made his way up. Once our eyes met, he smiled. His smile was big and contagious; I couldn't help but smile, too. Brayden jumped on top of me, straddling his legs, he cupped my face in both of his hands. His tongue poked out of his moth just long enough to lick his lips. I leaned up and he leaned down. It was a lot of back and forth at first. When I was the hungry one, he would back off and let me run the show, and when he was hungry, I would let him do what he wants with me. His lips were moist and soft and perfect. When he took over, he slid his hands underneath my back. I arched my back to his touch and ran my fingers through his hair. He moaned into my mouth. His hands found their way to the zipper on the back of my dress. Once he got past the zipper he un lipped my bra.
That's when my brain first began to function. I backed my lips from his, "Wait."
He sighed, obviously disappointed that the night was about to come to an end. "Am I moving too fast?"
"No, no, no," I assured him. "I just promised myself that I wouldn't let this turn into a one night stand..."
"Kelsey," he giggled, "I don't want just one night with you. Why do you think I was so nervous the other day at P.J.'s? I've been wanting to ask you out for a while now. With one nighters, there's no pressure to do everything perfectly, but with you... I needed to make sure everything went right."
He turned his face to stare at the wall. I cupped his cheek with my left hand, and he turned back towards me at the touch. I gave him a little smile.
"We can continue this on our next date, okay?" He nodded, though still a little disappointed that the night was ending early.
Brayden helped me stand up, clip my bra, and zip up my dress. I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him goodbye. Before I got a chance to kiss him one last time, I felt the reason why he was disappointed that I was leaving.
"Brayden, do you need me to help you with that." He knew what I was talking about. He flashed me a little smile and told me that he would take care of it. "I promise that I'll make this up to you next time," I said. He nodded and leaned down for one more passionate kiss. In the midst of it all, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. The gesture only made me regret not staying the night.
We continued the kiss for a few more minutes. Brayden moved his hand from my back to my ass. He spent some time grabbing my ass, but stopped after another moan into my mouth. "Okay, now I'm just making things worse for myself," he laughed, but I knew there was a hint of frustration in his voice. I could feel his erection much more easily now. I couldn't just leave him like this...
I slid my hands down his chest, over his abs, and then I reached his pants. My fingers gripped his belt, and he froze. As soon as I removed his belt, he relaxed - as if all of the pressure was caused by that belt. I spun him around, and pushed him towards the bed. He sat on the edge and took off his shirt as I worked his zipper down. I pushed past his pants and boxer briefs to find the source of his frustration.
I ran my hand down his shaft and he arched up. Lacking any lubricant, I began to slowly lick my hand. Brayden watched for a moment, but closed his eyes and leaned his head back while he released a loud moan. Before he could open his eyes, I had a grip on his dick. He gasped and then caught his breath as I started moving. Slow at first, but I picked up the pace. I twisted my wrist ever so slightly to get some noise out of him.
It didn't take long to get him to come. He was exhausted so I walked to his bathroom to find a towel. I ran it under warm water and headed back to Brayden to clean him up.
"You are amazing. Do you know that?" I think his brain had moved down to his dick.
"I know, I know," I told him. Once I was done cleaning up his stomach, I tossed the towel across the room, not really caring where it landed. I laid down next to Brayden. He was too spent to drive me home. I rested my head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We both drifted off to sleep.

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