Page 88 of Kiss and Make Love

She smiled at me, and I almost passed out right then and there.

One side of her lips tilted up more than the other, creating a cute, lopsided smile. Warm and inviting. One dimple appeared on her right cheek, and that was it for me. I was a goner. A beautiful woman like this, smiling atme. I would’ve been happy to leave it at that for the rest of the trip, but then she beckoned to me.

Such a slight movement. She tilted her head back to signal tocome over. Shoving my book back into my travel bag, I made my way down the aisle and took the seat across from her.

She asked me what I was doing on the train; I asked her the same. We were both traveling for business. I mentioned how beautiful she looked in the sun's light as it faded. Her giggle was musical and charming, shooting another arrow into my heart. I asked for her name, but she shook her head. A playful grin graced her lips, and she stood, offering me her hand.

She said it’d be better if we didn’t know each other's names. We could have one exceptional night together and go our separate ways tomorrow. No strings attached, no hang-ups, no messy potential. Nodding my agreement, I told her where my sleeper cabin was, and she took us there, my hand in hers. I was right—her skin was supple and perfect against my rough palms.

Pulling us into my cabin, she placed her palm on my chest and closed the space between us. My arms wrapped around her instinctively. I dipped down and kissed her pillow-like lips, tasting coconut lip gloss. Somehow, I knew the flavour suited her. Flirty and fun.

It didn’t take long before she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and teasing at mine with her tongue. I matched her in passion as she grabbed handfuls of my shirt and tugged me toward the bed. My hands found the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. She slipped out of her jeans, urging me to take off my clothes too. It took me a second to find my belt buckleas I gaped at the generous curves of her body. She was thick and voluptuous. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her bra, and her stomach had soft stretch marks along the sides, leading down into her satin underwear.

That giggle sprang from her mouth once again, melodious and tinkling. No doubt she was laughing at the dumbstruck look on my face. Her hands found my belt and helped me shrug out of my pants. Reaching behind my head with one hand, I pulled my shirt off in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor. I was nothing compared to her. Absolutely nothing, but for some reason, she wanted me.

I practically salivated at the sight of her. She dropped to her knees and slid my boxers down my thighs. Looking up at me with a glimmer in her eyes, her hands wrapped around my length and pumped. It was tough not to let out a moan the moment her skin touched mine. I tried to contain it. She could tell I was holding it in and encouraged me to be vocal, telling me she loved hearing men whimper their satisfaction.

Her mouth swallowed my tip, and a deep groan left my mouth, filling the cramped cabin. She licked up and down my dick, coating it with her saliva, making it slick. Taking all of me in her mouth this time, she hummed in contentment as I hit the back of her throat. Her gaze on mine had me melting.

Working up and down my shaft with her plump lips, she still gripped the base of me with one hand. She moved her mouth and hand in tandem, twisting and sucking. My palms found her head and encouraged her movements, fingers digging into her hair. My body began to tense, and she pulled off, kissing the tip of my dick with her red, swollen lips. They wouldn’t taste like coconut anymore. I’d bet anything they tasted like me. The thought sent a fresh wave of blood to my erection.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her—tasting myself on her tongue. We fell back onto the twin bed, my hands fumbling for her underwear, pulling it off. Settling myself between her legs so she had to wrap them around me, I kissed my way up her silken body.

Her voice called out to me, asking me to fill her. At first, I objected, desperately wanting to please her first. Make her pleasure a priority. This needed to be as memorable for her as it was going to be for me. She shook her head. Loose waves fell against my pillow. Her legs tightened around my waist and pulled me in. My dick was notched at her entrance. Words of wanting fell from her lips, and I couldn’t help but indulge her.

I slid in without another protest. She was wet enough for me to fully seat myself inside her without worrying about pain. Soft touches caressed my back. The pads of her fingers moved in unhurried strokes across my skin. Hips bucking against my own coaxed me on. We moved together, reveling in the sensation of our bodies pressed against one another.

Our breath mingled, and our sweat mixed while we moved together as one. I don’t know what I expected when she pulled me into my cabin, but I know it wasn’t this. Sex, yes. Butthis kind of sex?It was almost…profound. We moved together, unhurried. Enjoying the excitement, the gentle touches, the slow build of pleasure.

Together, we became something intoxicating.

I wrapped my arms around her, memorizing the way her soft skin felt against mine. My tongue found her collarbone and traced a path up her throat. A soft sigh fell from her lips.

Ample thighs tightened around my hips when she moaned out her release. I buried my head in her breasts, wanting to suffocate in them, as I shuddered out my own shortly after.

We laid in the bed after, wrapped together, squeezed onto the limited area the mattress provided. No rush to depart or separate. I’d had one-night stands before, but nothing like this. She was special. There was an instant connection the moment her eyes locked with mine. That connection translated into the bedroom. Sex with her wasn’t urgent and greedy. Sex was surrender.

I don’t remember falling asleep. Though I know at some point I must have, since I never saw her dress or leave. I never got the chance to tell her how beautiful she was one last time or take a chance to ask for her name in hopes she’d changed her mind about this being a one-time thing.

No, I woke up to an empty cabin. The warmth from her body against mine, gone. The barely perceptible aroma of coconut lip gloss had faded. The only thing to remember her by were a few strands of dark hair on the pillow next to me.

Determined not to feel like I’d lost something, since she was never mine to keep in the first place, I dressed. This time, in my suit. I wanted to look irresistible in case she was waiting for me in the carriage where we met.

Exiting the sleeper compartment, I searched every seat in the carriage. She wasn’t there. I knew she wouldn’t be. It was a feeling that settled in my bones the moment my eyes opened this morning. I didn’t know if she’d gotten off the train at an early morning stop, or switched carriages for the rest of the ride, but I knew I wouldn’t see her again.

The way my heart sank was surprising. It was just a one-night thing. But it wasn’t. Being together last night—our touches lingering and languid—was something I was already craving again. With her. Not with anyone else but her.

Returning to my cabin, I noticed a small white piece of paper tucked into the side of the sliding door jamb. My heart leapt into my throat. Was I right? Did she have a change of heart?

Unfolding it, one thing was scribbled inside. No name, no message, no expectations. Only a phone number.

And that’s all I needed.

The possibility.

The Early Morning Return

Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.

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