And Baby Makes Two - Dyan Sheldon [15]
Les swallowed and sort of sucked on his lips. His head bobbed up and down.
“You look good.” He held out his arms. “You gonna give me a kiss?”
I moistened my lips and started walking towards him, slowly. “Maybe…”
The “maybe” always works.
He lurched forwards, pinning me against the wall. He was bigger than me. I was powerless beneath his weight. It was pretty exciting. His breath smelled like the kitchen after one of my mother’s parties, but it was masculine and almost intoxicating. Unless I was just getting drunk on the fumes.
“I’ll kiss you till Peter Pan grows up…” I whispered.
It was a line from a film, but Les didn’t recognize it.
“You should be a writer.” His lips touched mine. “Or a professional kisser…”
I couldn’t believe it! We’d been seeing each other for over six weeks and I’d never even got my bra all the way off. But all of a sudden he was all over me. Tongue, hands, knee, even face. He kept rubbing his cheek against mine, which was like being licked by a very large and strong cat. I ignored the slight pain and rubbed back. The last person in the world I wanted to see right then (or ever, really) was Hilary Spiggs, but in a weird way I wanted her to see me. There’s your little girl, Mrs Spiggs, put that in your teacup and drink it!
“Let’s go to bed.”
I was speaking softly, the way you do in romantic moments, and my face was squashed against his neck, so I wasn’t sure he heard me. I gave him a shove.
“It’s late … let’s go to my room…”
It never occurred to me that it would be so easy.
“Bed,” said Les, and he kind of tottered backwards.
I grabbed hold of him and steered him down the hallway.
I reached round him and opened the door to my room. I suppose he didn’t realize, because he lurched forward, pulling me with him. He straightened up immediately, and I bounced against the door.
“Jesus Christ!” I’d never heard Les sound frightened before. “The place is on fire!”
For a second I thought it really was on fire. I’d forgotten all about the candles. Fire was a definite possibility.
I looked round him, and started breathing again with relief.
“It’s all right,” I assured him. Nothing was burning that shouldn’t have been. “It’s just the candles.”
He nodded, slowly, like I’d explained something very complicated to him and he was taking it in.
“Oh, right. The candles.”
I’d half thought he might scoop me up in his arms the way Nicolas Cage scoops up Cher in Moonstruck, but I suppose to be fair to Les he was having enough trouble holding himself up, without holding me up, too.
He grabbed hold of me, and started licking at my ear. It sort of reminded me of Nan’s dog.
“You light my candle,” Les murmured.
“Me too,” I murmured back. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Les burped. “Me neither.” He ran his hand over my breasts. “I’ve never felt you like this before either.”
Things got a little hectic after that. I’d never seen him so worked up. And because he was so excited, I was excited, too. Scenes of passion flashed before my eyes. Some were even in black and white.
Kissing and sort of climbing all over each other, we finally reached the bed. I helped him get out of his shoes and trousers. I had to leave him for a second, to turn the stereo on, and when I got back he was stretched out with a smile on his face.
“Baby…” he moaned. “Baby … baby…”
“Les…” I whispered. “Les, get under the duvet.”
I climbed in beside him.
His eyes were closed, but he immediately wrapped himself around me and nuzzled close. His leg rubbed against mine.
“Skin…” mumbled Les, yanking at my bra. “Skin on skin…”
Skin on skin…
It was the most grown-up thing anyone’d ever said to me. I kissed him with passion. He kissed me back.
Over and over.
We were kissing and groaning and all that stuff, and then Les started pushing against me. I could feel him sort of groping around between us.
Push … push … grunt … grunt…
“I can’t find it,” gasped Les.
I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.
Push … push … grunt … grunt…
And then there was this little jolt of pain and Les’s eyes moved around like he was having