Hands

With sparkling, almost black eyes, she looks into mine over her latte. My heart skips a beat.

I thought she was quite nice and entertaining, but now everything inside me has suddenly warmed up by about ten degrees. With a look like that over the rim of her cup, I could start every morning. Okay, don't get too cocky, dear hormones. Maybe I'll try to survive the first date before I start dreaming of two toothbrushes in a cup and morning rituals.

"... excuse me, what did you say?" I manage to ask. She looks even more amused. Damn, she caught me.

"I asked if this is your first date since your last relationship." That look again. Concentrate. "No," I reply. "It helps me take my mind off my heartbreak when I meet new people. Most of it doesn't lead in a particular direction, but that's not my primary concern. It's more," I wrap my hands around my coffee mug as I think for a moment, "that I need to remind myself that life goes on and that other people are lovable too."

I hesitate. "Of course, a little physical distraction doesn't hurt either." She casually holds my gaze, and I could drown in those dark wells. I nervously look away.

"I know what you mean," she says. "When I broke up with my ex, it was the same. I completely lost myself in that relationship. Afterwards, I needed a few external anchors to help me find myself again. Of course, I had my friends... but some things only strangers can give you back."

Her slender fingers play with the coffee spoon. I have a thing for hands, and hers are just my type. Not too dainty, long fingers, short, natural nails. The clearly visible veins speak of strength and at the same time have a protective effect on me. I'm almost beside myself with desire.

"Exactly. Some things... are not platonic." I pluck up my courage. "Mira, at the risk of coming across as super intense and scaring you away: I feel very strongly attracted to you. I wanted you to know I could imagine taking you straight from this café to my flat and not leaving for three days." 

Wooooah, slooow dooown, cowgirl! "I mean, oh God, sorry, that was probably a bit too much..." Mira looks at me intently, seems to hesitate for a moment – then she leans across the table towards me and kisses me full on the mouth. Her right hand (those hands!) touches my left cheek, gently cupping my jaw, while her tongue gently parts my lips.

Fireworks explode inside me. Three cheers for my big mouth, that was a direct hit! I place my hand on hers, my other hand on the back of her head, as I surrender to her exploring tongue.

Even these five seconds of kissing cause a warm glow in my abdomen. With a deep breath, I inhale her fresh scent deeply, while my hands take on a life of their own and slowly run along her hair, neck, shoulders and arms.

My lower lip catches in a gentle, cautious bite of her teeth. It takes all my willpower not to moan loudly in the middle of the café. We have to get out of here. Reluctantly, I break away from our embrace, gasp for air and see her doing the same. I look at her, her hand intertwined with mine in an inseparable tangle of fingers. "Let's go." 

She just nods silently, her gaze lingering on my mouth, and we kiss again, now sitting next to each other, hugging so tightly that I think we're about to break each other's backs. Her small breasts press against mine through her cotton jumper, my hand has a few excellent ideas about what it would like to do with them, and again it takes all my strength to leave her lying on her back. Now she breaks away from me, gives me a hungry, dark look and pulls me out of the chair. 

"Where do you live?" – "Just down the street," I gasp. "Good," she murmurs, and throws far too much money for the two coffees on the table, stumbling out of the café with me in tow.

I fumble for my house keys in my handbag while she runs her hands (those hands!) up my T-shirt from behind in the hallway. I'm wearing a thin fabric bustier, no obstacle for her long, nimble fingers. She finds my nipples immediately. With lightning-fast, feather-light touches, they are rock hard within seconds and a deep moan escapes me. Her delighted laughter and hot breath are right next to my ear. 

I drop the key and hold on to the doorframe. I don't need to feel her other hand slide into my knickers to know that I'm already wet as the ocean. "Come on, unlock it," she whispers playfully in my ear. I snort, half laughing, half moaning. "Bite me."

"Don't worry, I will," she murmurs as she continues to work my right nipple relentlessly with small, circular movements. I could come right here and now without any problem. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her touch and bend over to pick up the key.

This earns me a firm slap on my jeans-clad bum, which elicits another, this time slightly louder, sound from me. Her hand slides between my legs and rubs my vulva through the denim against her other hand. I don't dare to stand up anymore, it feels so good. If one of my neighbours comes up the stairs now …

This thought snaps me out of my trance and, as if by magic, I find the keyhole straight away. The door swings open and Mira pushes me ahead of her into my flat. With a casual kick, she closes the door behind us. I turn to her and press myself greedily against her, my lips searching for hers. My hand reaches into her hair and pulls her head towards mine – eliciting a sigh from her. Good, we speak the same language. 

Now it's my turn to explore. My free hand wanders under her jumper and I gently roll her nipple between my fingers. I now have her head firmly in my grip and fixed slightly away from my face. I want to look at her, want to see how I make her feel.

Her gaze fixes on mine, becomes empty and wide as I intensify my gentle massage a little. Then I slow down my caressing movements, slower and slower, her lower body pressing against mine and an unwilling sound, half horny, half angry, escapes from her half-open mouth. 

I smile, run my hand along her stomach to her trouser button. I place it on her zip and gently stroke her clit through the fabric of her leggings. Her hip movements already have that mechanical, unconscious drive that tells me she's not far from climax either. I guide her by the back of her head into my bedroom.

This change of scene takes some of the intensity away, which is a good thing. We look deep into each other's eyes. My smile could probably power the whole city. She takes my face between her hands (!) and gives me a gentle, passionate kiss, which we linger in for a while. Now our bodies don't matter, our minds are vibrating and for a few moments I am pure emotion.

Slowly, she pulls my t-shirt over my head. Then her fingers undo the button of my jeans and I let them slide down my legs. She takes a step back and looks at me with her head tilted and a smile. Suddenly, I am very aware of my body. Does she like me? Is she judging me? No, her eyes say something else. 

My insecurity disappears and I notice how I grow under her gaze, desiring myself. Slowly, I touch my own breasts, caressing and kneading them gently, moving my left hand to my vulva and dipping a finger into my wetness. I pull it out again and slowly walk towards Mira. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide. My finger slides between her lips and she wraps her lips around me and sucks.

Her hand slides between my legs and spreads my wetness all over me. Slowly, she rubs up and down with her flat hand, everything is soooo wet, and suddenly it comes, the unstoppable wave of pleasure. My moans become higher and shallower, her hand stays with the same rhythm while my hips do the rest. I pour myself over her flat hand with two or three last grinding movements, twitching, pulsing, screaming.

I sink onto the bed, soaking wet and exhausted. She lies down next to me, gently cradles my head in the crook of her arm and strokes my hair softly. Tiny butterfly kisses cover my forehead as I feel my orgasm ebb away. After a while, I turn to her without saying a word, look into her black eyes and kiss her gently.

That alone makes her breathing deeper again. Her pupils dilate as I run my tongue over her lips and my hand slowly makes its way over her breasts and stomach to her bush. My middle finger glides like a feather over her clitoris, touching it only minimally. She inhales sharply and lets it escape again with a sigh of pleasure. My finger changes direction and does the same thing again in reverse. Another sigh tells me that this was the right thing to do.

After a few repetitions, I increase the pressure slightly and move my mouth there at the same time. My tongue replaces my finger without interrupting the slow, caressing rhythm. Her slightly earthy, deeply erotic taste, telling tales of moss, musk and raw sexual force on my tongue, brings my body back into play and I enjoy the arousal rising within me.

Two fingers of my left hand find their way into her wet hole, which she acknowledges with a small, excited cry. My fingers explore, stretch, slide inside her, searching for her spot. Her muscles instinctively contract—found it.

Her back arches as I begin to massage it slowly. Now, don't rush things and give in to her desire.

I want to see her melt in my hands, but not yet. My tongue wanders back up to her left nipple. I nibble on it lightly with my teeth, matching my rhythm to that of my fingers. Her sighs turn into moans, her movements become more intense as she digs her fingers into the bedsheet. 

The wet, slippery sound of my fingers sliding in and out drives me crazy. "Can you hear that?" I whisper to her as I stare into her face. "Yes, yes," she whimpers back, her gaze breaking away from mine and about to disappear behind her closing eyelids when I grab her jaw and hiss softly:

"Look at me." 

She jerks her eyes open and stares back at me, her lips parted. I slide my tongue into her mouth without breaking eye contact, without stopping fingering her. She moans against my tongue, getting louder and louder, just as it should be.

I twist her nipple between my fingers again while my hand slows down in her pussy. "Do you want to come?" "Yes, yes, I want to come, yes, please let me, yes," she gasps, her hand clawing at my thigh. I stop fingering her and just twist her nipple between my fingers.

"How bad do you want to?" "Please, please let me come, I can't take it anymore, please..." Her pleading gaze is pure ecstasy. "Please, please..." Her movements are demanding, I can feel that she's almost there. I smile. "Then come for me, babe." That's all she needs.

Her eyes close and she suddenly becomes very calm, my hand massages her G-spot and her clitoris at the same time, her hips do the rest, suddenly I feel her tighten around my fingers and a small waterfall pours over my hand. She must have been holding her breath because when her body releases from the grip of her orgasm, she sighs one last time. 

The arch of her back slowly settles on the mattress. I remove my hand and now cradle her head on my chest, holding her and covering her with kisses.

She looks at me with a relaxed expression. "That was..." She can't continue; her smile leaves her speechless. I know what she means. I feel the same way.