daydreaming (4)
I smelt her sex…inhaled it…reveled in it. My fingers continued their frantic tap-dance for a moment more….
“Please…” she begged, her hands were not so politely pulling my head to her hips.
But I held back, unwilling my mind still foolishly reeling from the possibility of more than this, I did not want a potential beginning of something to start this way.
“Let’s go inside,” I urged. “Now.” I begged.
It wasn’t the proverbial ‘I don’t know how we got into the apartment’. I know exactly what happened. We both got out of the car, and she kissed and sucked on my neck while I opened the door to…what, I wondered.
I flipped a light switch, and so did she. Again. Cassie was definitely not living up to any images I’d had of one-nighters. I took off my jacket while she wandered around, taking in the little pieces of my life scattered about the room.
“I like.” She said, giving me that smile of hers again. Well, it was a start.
“And I like…” I watched her watching me as I walked up to her. I stopped in front of her, still looking into her eyes, and took her hand in mine. Soft…but tender? Only time would tell if she could gently cradle what I feared I could see myself giving to her.
I caressed her fingers, and lifted her hand to my lips. I nibbled on her palm, her fingers…
She cried out as I sucked on her fingers. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat radiating from her make its way down my body, stopping along the way to encircle my breasts before reaching between my legs.
She drew me to her then, drew my head down to hers and kissing me with what seemed to be all of her strength. We began frantically pulling off each other’s clothes, hands racing against an unseen clock until we stood in naked embrace. Cassie moaned her displeasure when I pulled away. But I wanted to look at her. I wanted to really see her. Her eyes were hooded by desire, her breaths heaving – breasts always heave in passion, don’t they? I was heaving quite a bit myself. I looked at that which her dress had only hinted at…I saw beauty…I saw grace…I saw lust.
I swept her into my arms, making my way to the bedroom and gently laying her on the edge of the bed. I kept her my hands on her thighs as she sat up to kiss me again…again.
“Touch me,” I moaned.
And she did. She had. She had me.
