the breath would rush from my lungs.
I tried to listen to the music. It was beautiful, it was entertaining, it was an incredible atmosphere, and I absolutely wanted to stay longer and get a room with this man. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted to feel his tongue gliding over my skin. I wanted him inside me, quietly grunting that deep warm sound he made when he fucked. I wanted to take exactly what he wanted to give.
But what I wanted was a fairytale, another fantasy.
The moment the band took a break and the crowd of people started conversing again, I turned to him. “I have to go.”
“Or we could go upstairs.” He studied my eyes.
“Please don’t ask me to do this tonight,” I said quietly.
He leaned in, keeping his eyes on mine as long as he could. “Why not? You enjoyed what we did together last time,” he said against my ear.
I stood, and he looked up at me calmly. I took a deep breath, steadying my resolve. “This life makes a lot more sense when I don’t.” I started to walk away, but his hand grabbed mine swiftly as he stood.
“Just give me your lips for a little while, and I won’t argue.” His eyes moved back and forth across mine.
“To do what with?”
He smiled, and then he tapped his own lower lip. “Nothing more.”
I glanced around, and the moment I nodded, his hand tightened on mine and he pulled me away toward the entrance. He helped me into my coat, which he was still holding, and the doorman held the door open for us.
He held my hand as we walked back toward the restaurant, and the closer we got, the more my fingers trembled until we were within sight of the place and I simply had to pull my hand away altogether. He approached a dark luxury-looking sedan and pulled his keys out of his pocket.
“Can I give you a ride?”
“No.”
“What? Afraid you might accidentally have sex with me?”
That’s actually exactly what I was afraid of, but I didn’t respond.
He chuckled, even as his fingers toyed with the keys. “You’re going to force me to make out with you here at the curb?”
“I’m not forcing you to do anything.” I sounded about a thousand times more confident than I actually felt. But if he could have seen the butterflies flapping their panicked wings in my stomach right now, he would have, without doubt, exploited it to his benefit.
He smiled and pushed me to the side of the driver’s door, pinning me in place with a hand on my hip. He leaned to my mouth, pausing. “I’m not forcing you to do anything either. You’re here of your own choosing, and you stayed of your own choosing as well.” And then he pressed his lips to mine.
I refused to return the kiss for a moment, but then he reached up, cupped my cheek, and used his thumb on my lower lip to pull my mouth open. “Kiss me,” he said into my mouth, and then he sucked on my lower lip.
I groaned quietly, and the moment I did, he pushed his body hard against mine. He was aroused, and I could feel it against my stomach. I wanted to touch, but I was having a hard enough time coping with my mouth at the moment.
He paused, and I felt his lips trembling against mine. I loved that sensation. I remembered it from the night I’d spent with him. It was a weakness of some sort, though I had no idea what that weakness actually meant. But what I did know was that it was a glimpse of something outside of his control, and I doubted very much there were many things in his world that he didn’t control.
He pulled back slightly, studying me.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “And just listen.” His voice was warm and seductive.
I closed my eyes, expecting him to say something more, but he said nothing at all. Instead, he kissed me gently. He kissed again, letting his lips quietly smack against mine.
And then I understood.
He kissed again and again, and I did exactly as he asked. I listened to the sound our mouths made together.
It was this universally powerful sound, more erotic than any other. It
I tried to listen to the music. It was beautiful, it was entertaining, it was an incredible atmosphere, and I absolutely wanted to stay longer and get a room with this man. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted to feel his tongue gliding over my skin. I wanted him inside me, quietly grunting that deep warm sound he made when he fucked. I wanted to take exactly what he wanted to give.
But what I wanted was a fairytale, another fantasy.
The moment the band took a break and the crowd of people started conversing again, I turned to him. “I have to go.”
“Or we could go upstairs.” He studied my eyes.
“Please don’t ask me to do this tonight,” I said quietly.
He leaned in, keeping his eyes on mine as long as he could. “Why not? You enjoyed what we did together last time,” he said against my ear.
I stood, and he looked up at me calmly. I took a deep breath, steadying my resolve. “This life makes a lot more sense when I don’t.” I started to walk away, but his hand grabbed mine swiftly as he stood.
“Just give me your lips for a little while, and I won’t argue.” His eyes moved back and forth across mine.
“To do what with?”
He smiled, and then he tapped his own lower lip. “Nothing more.”
I glanced around, and the moment I nodded, his hand tightened on mine and he pulled me away toward the entrance. He helped me into my coat, which he was still holding, and the doorman held the door open for us.
He held my hand as we walked back toward the restaurant, and the closer we got, the more my fingers trembled until we were within sight of the place and I simply had to pull my hand away altogether. He approached a dark luxury-looking sedan and pulled his keys out of his pocket.
“Can I give you a ride?”
“No.”
“What? Afraid you might accidentally have sex with me?”
That’s actually exactly what I was afraid of, but I didn’t respond.
He chuckled, even as his fingers toyed with the keys. “You’re going to force me to make out with you here at the curb?”
“I’m not forcing you to do anything.” I sounded about a thousand times more confident than I actually felt. But if he could have seen the butterflies flapping their panicked wings in my stomach right now, he would have, without doubt, exploited it to his benefit.
He smiled and pushed me to the side of the driver’s door, pinning me in place with a hand on my hip. He leaned to my mouth, pausing. “I’m not forcing you to do anything either. You’re here of your own choosing, and you stayed of your own choosing as well.” And then he pressed his lips to mine.
I refused to return the kiss for a moment, but then he reached up, cupped my cheek, and used his thumb on my lower lip to pull my mouth open. “Kiss me,” he said into my mouth, and then he sucked on my lower lip.
I groaned quietly, and the moment I did, he pushed his body hard against mine. He was aroused, and I could feel it against my stomach. I wanted to touch, but I was having a hard enough time coping with my mouth at the moment.
He paused, and I felt his lips trembling against mine. I loved that sensation. I remembered it from the night I’d spent with him. It was a weakness of some sort, though I had no idea what that weakness actually meant. But what I did know was that it was a glimpse of something outside of his control, and I doubted very much there were many things in his world that he didn’t control.
He pulled back slightly, studying me.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “And just listen.” His voice was warm and seductive.
I closed my eyes, expecting him to say something more, but he said nothing at all. Instead, he kissed me gently. He kissed again, letting his lips quietly smack against mine.
And then I understood.
He kissed again and again, and I did exactly as he asked. I listened to the sound our mouths made together.
It was this universally powerful sound, more erotic than any other. It
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