Fiction: Crossing lines…

I touch you tentatively. You flinch at first, and then, as if taking a decision, nod at me, giving me permission to touch. I come close. I hold you close, my fingers gently cupping your shoulders, my right hand on your chest. You move gracefully to the sound of music.

I’m surprised. I didn’t know you danced. Your hand rests firmly on the small of my back, gently guiding my movements. I look up. Your eyes are almost closed, as though enjoying the pleasure of the moment. I can’t resist. I reach up and kiss your jawline.

A slow smile spreads on your lips as you open your eyes. You pull me in closer, as if to ask, “what next?” I’ve made my decision. Tonight is mine. I kiss you deeply, my fingers running through your hair. You return my kiss, with a passion that makes me believe you wanted this for longer than you cared to admit.

Your arms tighten around my waist, drawing me in. I can feel your desire, and my heart does a victory dance. I glance quickly around the room and realise that nobody is quite bothered if we’re there. As if reading my mind, you nod and pull me along towards the exit.

I can hardly contain my emotions, my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. I hand over my parking card to the valet and wait. All the while, your arms are firmly around my hips, as if to reassure me that all will be well. As the car arrives, you take the keys and slide into the driver’s seat. I’m surprised, and don’t quite know what to expect. You take my hand and hold it to your chest for a second before starting. Twenty mins later, you’ve pulled into an apartment I’m unfamiliar with.

You park, come around and open my door as I sit frozen. It’s your place, it dawns on me. You’ve brought me home. Home. Not a nondescript hotel room. This begins to take on a whole new meaning. I get down from the car and fall into step with you. Minutes later, I’m in a beautiful apartment. It’s obvious that you live alone, but it’s exactly like I’d have wanted it to be: cozy, intimate. It’s clear that this is your space. Everything here feels like you. Feels like home.

As you shut the door behind us, I feel the excitement return. My heart races as you once again pull me close to you. And now, it’s no holds barred. I kiss you again, this time more passionately, more surely. My fingers caress your neck, wishing you weren’t wearing so many layers. You break the kiss and whisper into my ear, “Tonight, I surrender to your will.”

I need no more invitation. I unbutton your shirt, and run my fingers on your bare chest. You moan softly. I look up into your eyes to see raw passion. I realise with a jolt how much and how long I have wanted this. For as long as we have known each other, I’ve wanted this intimacy.

You unzip my dress, letting it fall in a heap around my feet. Now I know there’s no going back. I kiss you again, not getting enough of you. My own desires are impossible to deny. I know yours is too. You smell like soap and aftershave and a perfume that’s uniquely you. I reach down and undo your belt, letting your pants fall. You oblige by stepping out if it, and lifting me in one swift motion out of my clothes. Now, it’s just you and me.

I’m almost crying in anticipation and desire. You snap my bra open, even while gently guiding me to your room. We leave a trail of clothes in our wake, expensive garments carelessly discarded in the heat of desire. I pull you in, wrap one leg around your hips and nibble your earlobe. I hear a sharp intake of breath that indicates how pleasurable it is for you. I gently push you back on the bed and take charge.

I kiss every inch of you, relishing the feel of your skin, the hardness of your muscles and the heat of your desire. I can see you beginning to lose control. I see the lust in your eyes, threatening to overshadow everything else. I decide not to tease you any more.

I straddle your hip, gently guiding you into me. You gasp. You moan. And then, swept up in a wave of desire, you begin to stroke. I’m still in control but I realise that it’s not going to last much longer. You’re on the edge. You take control. I relinquish mine. As you take me, I ride on wave after wave of pure pleasure. Our bodies glisten with sweat despite the air conditioning.

Finally, you allow yourself to climax, filling me deep inside. Exhausted, I fall back onto the sheets. You draw me closer, pulling the sheet around us. As we fall asleep, I only see a contented smile on your face, signalling that this was an important line to cross.