I wanted him to touch me then, not knowing just how much until I snatched his hand unawares and abruptly. Taking it, I placed it around my waist and grabbed him to me. His eyes dilated in surprise, but he did not pull back. We were almost the same height, making it easy for his mouth to seek mine out in a mashing kiss.
I tilted against the warm stone wall behind me so that I was clutched between it and him. I could feel every part of his body against mine, but we still were not close enough. Not nearly enough.
Our kissing grew more intense, as though our lips alone might close whatever ailing distance lay between us.
I moved his hand again, this time to push up my skirt along the side of one leg. His hand caressed the soft flesh there and, without further hastening, glid over to my inner thigh. I arched my lower body toward his, nearly squirming against him now, needing him to reach me everywhere.
"Letha? Where are you at?"
