I remember driving to your house that first time.  Nervous.  Scared.  Excited.  We had known each other for quite some time.  Talking, laughing, sharing our troubles and our joys.  It seemed surreal that we were finally going to take that next step.  You met me at the door with a glass of wine and showed me around.  We wound up standing at your breakfast bar, sipping wine and talking comfortably.  You stood behind me and reached over to refill my glass, then kissed the side of my neck while putting the bottle back on the counter. I dont know what you did with your glass but suddenly I realized you were running your fingers lightly up and down my arms, giving me the shivers.  I leaned my head back against your chest and carefully sat my wine down on the counter, your kisses and nibbles on my neck and shoulders was enough to make my hands shake.  When I let out a moan you whispered "lets go to bed".