She stood so close now that I could feel her breath, so warm and soft. Her fingers were still resting on my arm, which sent a surge through me like a bolt of electricity. I couldn’t deny that my body was reacting before my mind could catch up. I felt the erection in my pants growing, and as close as we were at this moment, she felt it too.

I had been trying to control myself for so long, resisting the urge to grab hold of her, and take her then and there. I foolishly tried telling myself that it would just pass. But now, with her touch and that look in her eyes, there was no way I could hold on any longer.

"Maybe we don't have to," she had said. Those words lingered, like they were daring me to cross that line. The line I swore I wouldn’t cross. She held her gaze, and her hand, which had been resting on my arm, began to slowly move lower. Her fingers dancing around a button of my shirt, before going lower still, eventually finding its way to my belt buckle.

I inhaled sharply, swallowed, barely able to say her name, "Tatiana…" It came out like a question, although I wasn’t sure what I was asking. But she knew. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. “Yes?,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. There was something about the way she said it that ignited a fire deep inside me. It was the certainty in her voice, the way she said it with such confidence, as if this was always where we were going to end up. And maybe it was. Hell, of course it was. That’s really what I wanted.

I swallowed again, but the lump in my throat remained, pressing harder as I tried to focus on anything other than the way her hair smelled of sweet strawberries, the way her eyes seemed to read every thought I was trying to hide. "I don't know if..." I trailed off, not really sure what I was trying to say.

“If what?” She quickly returned, her head tilting just slightly, her lips so close to mine now. My breath caught, my thoughts were scattered all over the place, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. “Don’t you?” she teased.

For a long moment I just stood there, heart pounding, ears ringing, hard on growing. But how do you go back after this?

“I know,” she whispered, clearly seeing the hesitation on my face. She then leaned in, so close her lips brushed against my jaw, a kiss so soft it was barely there, but enough to pull that one strand that would unravel me completely. “I know,” she said again, as she lowered her hand to my crotch, feeling the bulge that was clearly evident.

I closed my eyes, the warmth of her touch seeping through the fabric of my pants. As she massaged my erection, she pressed her lips to mine, and we shared the most amazing kiss that I had ever had. Everything was about to change – change forever between us. This—her—was all I could focus on. My hands, which had been limply resting at my sides, moved on their own, one finding her waist, the other tangling in her hair.

I pulled her closer, and in that second, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted her. Needed her. And I could feel that same desire in her. The tension between us snapped, and this intensity took over. It was raw, passionate, and uncontrollable.

My heart pounded in my chest, my breath shallow as I tasted the sweetness of her kiss, a hint of cherry. She suddenly broke away just enough to allow us to each cat our collective breaths. She brough her hand up from my crotch and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“This is crazy,” I whispered, helping her with the last button on my shirt.

“I know,” she said, with a low, breathless little laugh, “but I don’t care.”

And neither did I. Not anymore.

As I tossed my shirt to the side, Tatiana began working on my belt buckle, clumsily trying to unclasp it, while my hands explored her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as I ran my fingers across the soft material of her dress.

Standing there in my t-shirt and boxers, my cock so hard now that I felt dizzy. For a couple more seconds she caressed me, the precum already forming. Then she slipped her hand into my boxers, grasping me, holding me, slowly stroking me. The heat of her touch ignited a fire within me. I wanted her. Needed her.

She pressed herself closer, forcing my hands to move away from her chest, and I instinctively went to her ass, and gently but firmly squeezed. She flung her hands around my neck as she bucked into me, my cock pressing against her stomach, and her lips pressed against mine once more.

The way her body fit perfectly against mine, the way her lips moved with mine, it was as if this was what we had both been waiting for all along. “Jacob…” she whispered, softer this time. There was something in the way she said my name.

“I—” I started, but she didn’t give me a chance to finish. She kissed me hard, and with such force, that I fell back against the wall. Not missing a beat, she lowered herself down to my stomach, stopping briefly to apply quick kissed, and then she pulled down my boxers completely, freeing my cock with such eagerness, that it slapped against my stomach.

“Tatiana,” I rasped, as she took my cock in her soft hand, stroking me gently. Her tongue flicking out, licking the tip. She then wraps her lips around my entire shaft, taking me deep into her warm, wet mouth. I automatically placed my hands on top of her head, running my fingers through her hair, as she began to work my cock in her mouth.