Chapter 26
He leaned against the opposite wall in the elevator, just looking at her; never taking his eyes from hers. Not one word was spoken. The atmosphere was palpable; both of them in eager anticipation of what the next moment would hold. She felt as though electricity ran through her veins instead of blood. How was it that her elevator rides with him were always like this? She would never ride an elevator again without recalling these last few days. As if on cue, the bell signaled the arrival on their floor. Still keeping his eyes on her, he reached out to take her hand and led her to his door.
As she stepped in, it felt like the first barrier had been broken. The first step in a process of losing her virginity all over again…if that was possible. That’s certainly what it felt like. But, not in an awkward or uncertain way like the first time is for most people. This was more of a blissful surrender. Unsure what part she was looking most forward to, she would do anything for him.
She led him into the light in the middle of the room. She ran her fingers over his arms and chest, feeling every twitch, every muscle. He closed his eyes and took slow, deep breaths, taking in her soft, sweet scent as she kissed his neck. He ran his hands along her arms and back, tangled his fingers in her hair; it was soft and gave off the same sweet scent as her skin.
She tugged his shirt from his pants and pulled it over his head. She ran her fingers along the colorful tattoo on his shoulder, kissed his chest, tasting the salt on his skin. He ran a finger along her jaw and pointed her lips up to meet his. They shared an intense, searing kiss that left them both breathless. He pulled away from her slightly, looking her in the eye. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” She caught the fire in his eye as he slowly unzipped her dress and leisurely pushed the thin straps off her shoulders, letting the unnecessary item fall to the floor.
She stood before him in lacy lavender bra and panties. He sat on the edge of the bed and took the sight of her in. He reached for her hands and pulled her close, applying soft sensuous kisses to her stomach, between her breasts. He could hear her heart beating so loudly, he was lost in the sound of it, of both of their hearts; the two of them beating in perfect synchronicity, as if they were already one.
He undid the clasp on her bra and she slid it back off her shoulders; their movements perfectly timed. She reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair as he held her in his hands and planted soft wet kisses on her. She moaned ever so softly as his lips savored her, biting ever so gently.
“I want you,” she leaned over and whispered urgently in his ear. She heard him take in a sudden breath. They were the words he wanted to hear. She kissed him deeply, firmly, passionately, causing him to lean back on the bed. She traced a finger down the center of his chest stopping at the button on his pants. She expertly popped it open with two fingers and went for his zipper, ever so slowly inching it down, notch by notch. She could tell the suspense was killing him the way it was her, but she wasn’t about to rush anything. She gave him an inane smile as she realized that a sweaty man in tight leather pants might not so easily be parted. She stopped. Her smile turned into a stifled giggle as thoughts of a recent repeat of ‘Friends’ ran through her head. This wasn’t the time to be laughing she thought to herself.
He had been watching her closely. He knew her well enough that he’d figured out what she was thinking, besides, he’d seen that episode the other evening too. “Don’t worry. I’ve got lotion and baby powder if we need it,” he teased.
She shrugged and eyed him seductively, “I’m not concerned with getting you back in these pants…as long as I can get you out of them,” she smiled. She planted another kiss on his lips, and then began to extricate him from the supple leather. She wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off of him next time she saw him wearing them. There he lay, on the bed, in his boxer briefs…and his socks. They both giggled till he removed them.
He was happy that they felt so comfortable together. They could laugh and tease and thrill each other without even trying. The passion flowed from them naturally. He put his arms around her and held her close. He had wanted her for days now and he was getting that opportunity. It was almost disappointing, in a way, that the moment had arrived. Like a kid who’d long ago learned that the most exciting part of Christmas was going to bed on Christmas Eve, he knew that the anticipation was often the best part of situations like this. But then, he’d never really met a girl who’d made him feel like this. This time, he knew it could only get better. He rolled on his side to face her, propped his head up on his hand and inhaled her scent as he rested his eyes on her. “You are my muse.”
She lay on her back staring into his eyes. “Thank you," she smiled, "That’s an amazing compliment.”
“I mean it, you are. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s deeper than want or desire.” He followed the lines of her body with his fingers. “It’s…it’s like I require you. I can’t imagine a day without you.” He leaned over to kiss her again; this time more urgently. Gradually, his kisses trailed down her body as he nimbly relieved her of her lacy panties. She gasped and a desperate sound found its way from the back of her throat; she squeezed her eyes shut. He looked up at her lying there, fists clenched, close to the edge of oblivion with her eyes tightly closed. “No, don’t,” he whispered, “Keep them open. I want to be able to see you.”
A short while later she was writhing, literally screaming with the intensity of the moment. It had never been this incredible before. She pulled him close, melting into the warmth of his body. She outlined his ear with her tongue before she breathlessly whispered, “Please tell me you thought of everything.”
“Of course,” he said as he backed away from her slowly and went to rummage through his suitcase.
At the moment, she felt so alive, so connected to her world, to John, but the second he left her sight she felt empty, incomplete, like half of her was missing. Not that she wanted to think about it now, but what would she do after this? This empty feeling was just a reminder of how she feared the rest of her life would feel in a few days.
She took a deep breath and resolved to live in this very moment, to get lost in it, to become part of it. He returned to her and handed her a small package. Setting the box aside for later, she peeled off his Calvins and eased him back on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows. She crawled up over him, kneeling on all fours and kissed him hard on the mouth, smiling delectably, “Want me to return the favor?” She could feel his chest rising and falling between her limbs; his breath was hot as it rushed past her skin.
“You can do anything to me you want,” he smiled, his eyes sparkling with the desire he had for her. She gave him her naughty look and licked her lips, then his. She traced his profile with the tip of her tongue, from his mouth, right past his dimple, under his chin, down his neck…lower…slower…. She kept her eyes on him as best she could as he watched her, his eyelids fluttering with each unexpected sensation. Her teasing was like an act of sublime torture. Without hurrying, she reached for the box when she felt he’d gone as far as she wanted him to go. She tore the packet open and rolled it into place. Locking her eyes on his, she made her way back up and straddled him, gasping for breath the moment she felt him. The feeling was incredibly delicious and she felt tingles in her fingers and toes. She craved the sounds he made, the mumbles, the moans, it all made her absolutely ecstatic.
In a matter of minutes that passed all too quickly, she felt him tense, he bit down on his lips and closed his eyes. “No,” she said between rapid breaths, “look at me.” The second he opened his eyes and looked into hers he was lost. His mouth opened and he sucked in an involuntary gasp for air. His arms threatened to break her in two; he squeezed her so tightly. There they lay, staring at each other, suspended in time- for a short while nothing but the two of them existed on earth. He finally broke her gaze and dropped his head to the pillow, “That was…. life altering.”
She wondered what exactly he meant by that, but it was certainly how she felt about it. She smiled, “There’s no turning back now.”