My heart was in its usual battle with my head. Do I or Don't I?
Starting at the top of the trail, I took in soulful eyes. They were surrounded by tiny laugh lines revealing a joyful and compassionate spirit. Could he see what I was thinking when he looked into my eyes? I had to steal my gaze away to continue the trail down over a handsome nose to his delicious lips. They curved in a knowing smile on the ends. Would those lips feel warm or cold on my skin?
He took a step closer allowing my eyes to continue their journey.
I continued down a strong neck to broad shoulders. They were shoulders I could lean on. Hair started on his magnificent chest. The trail was becoming more treacherous. I wanted to reach out and find his heartbeat with my hand but resisted my urge. Do I dare continue down this trail?
I was led further down to chiseled abs. Would those muscles flex if his hips thrust forward? The throbbing down low forced me to squeeze my legs together. I could almost feel him inside me.
My eyes journeyed further down to the top of a waistband. Polo Ralph Lauren, it read. Small tufts of hair were springing free. I wanted to touch. Would it feel coarse? Or soft? What would he do if I slipped my fingers underneath that waistband? I could see the outline of the treasure to be found further below.
I felt hands on my shoulders, lighting pressing down. I succumbed to it and dropped to my knees. Do I or Don't I? I had not been with a man in a long time. Am I on the right path?
I looked back up to the start of my journey ... his eyes ... for guidance. The reassurance I was on the right path was there.
My fingers bravely slipped inside his waistband by the Polo letters. There would be no turning back now. I felt something hard. My hand continued the journey until I reached the end of the trail. As I slid the waistband down to his knees, the treasure was a few inches from my face. My hand encircled it and slowly moved up and down. He was responding. And I wanted more.