Page 13 of Night Fever
I watch his eyes and feel myself smile as he looks down at my body, reveling in my curves, his hands roaming my breasts and his eyes taking in every damn inch of me at the same time as his bodydoes.
And all the while, my body is hot and I am so, so ready to have sex for the secondtime.
But my mind wanders, like it always does. And I’m brought to a thought that feels elusive and firm at the same time: that even though we aren’t actually having sex right now, this feels so intimate and perfect. And strange, even though I just met this man lastnight.
“You are so fucking perfect,” he groans, taking my face in his hands with both of his. “Now make that pussy cum all over me. Right now. Cum forme.”
I finally let myself go, obeying his perfect command like I was made for him. I feel my head fall back softly against his hand behind me, guarding me from the hard mirror, and my pussy opens up in a manic spasm as I cum, the groove of the head of his cock entering me slightly as I tenseup.
“Oh yes,please, finally,” I moan, my eyes shut tight as bright lights burst in thedarkness.
“Tell me who this belongs to. I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear your lips and your soft words tell me whose thisis.”
“It’s yours,” I groan as he pushes the rest of his cock inside me slowly, spreading my cunt open around his thickness. It feels like his cock goes on forever as he slices me open, and I finally feel the tip all the way inside me, hitting me deep inside over and over as he claimsme.
“I want to do this all day long,” he groans softly into my ear, pushing my hair away. Kissing my neck, he makes his way up and nips my earlobe, sending a shockwave through my body. “Now I’m gonna cum, baby. You keep that pussy soft and wet for me, and you take all of me really deep,okay?”
Every single rational thought goes out the damn window and I swallow hard, nodding, and then feel him spasm against me as he unleashes himself, letting his cock pump his thick, hot seed deep insideme.
“Shit,” he groans, and I feel his hand come to my chin. “Look at me, baby. Look atme.”
I feel my eyes flutter open at his words, and the intensity and darkness behind his expression makes my belly flip as we keep cumming together, in perfectconcert.
Intimacy. Desire. It’s all around me, and it was when I first laid eyes on his impossibly handsome man with the cute ass and the hard jaw. I felt it before he touchedme.
Warmth spreads through my body like water in a stream on a calm spring day. My forehead comes forward and he plants a kiss on it, resting his chin on my head softly, exhalingdeeply.
“That was…” I start, not knowing what to say but unable to simply saynothing.
“Yeah,” he replies with a deep sigh, “yeah, itwas.”
Taylor
“How about this one?”Olivia says, pulling my shortest black dress out of my closet. “This is chic. This is sophisticated. This one says you’re out, your open, you’reavailable.”
I shake my head and look up at her with a smirk, the scent of nail polish nearly suffocating me in my small apartment, even though I have both of my tiny windowsopen.
“What is the message I want to send?” I ask, running my thumbnail along one of my cuticles. “Do I want to say I’m sophisticated or do I want to say I’mavailable?”
“Why the hell not both?” Olivia replies with a big smile, turning around to throw a grin over her shoulder. “The two aren’t mutually exclusive. In fact, I’d say that if you want to attract therightkind of guy, you’re going to have to clearly broadcast the fact that you are, in fact, both sophisticated andavailable.”
“And this is something you condone?” I say, raising my eyebrow at her. I screw the bottle of the nail polish closed and pad barefoot over to my tiny bathroom from where I was sitting on the corner of my bed, throwing the door open with a swing of my hip. “It’s not like I’m looking for a mananyway.”
“Oh, on the contrary,” Olivia sighs. I open my medicine cabinet carefully so I don’t disrupt the coat of polish I’ve applied while I try to find my topcoat. “You’re always looking for a man. Notyou, per se, butyougenerally.”
“Not all women are looking for a man at all times,” I say with a roll of my eyes, finding the topcoat in my medicine cabinet and starting back over to my living room-slash-bedroom. “And anyway, I highly doubt that what youreallywant is a man who wants a woman who would telegraph her sexual availability to men who want someone who is...what was the wordagain?”
“Sophisticated,” she says with a slow flourish of her wrist in theair.
“Right,” I say, hopping back down on to the bed and tucking my legs under me, “sophisticated. At least I knowmyparents wouldn’t be too thrilled withthat.”
I know what Olivia is getting at when she says she wants me to look sophisticated. She wants me to attract the kind of guy who isn’t interested in something short-term. The kind of guy who wants a family and kids. The kind of guy who won’t settle for something he hasn’t completely planned for his entire life. But under the surface, I really think she has the wrongidea.
In my mind, I think the kind of man who is going to be right for me is going to be a man who won’t care whether I look sophisticated or look like someone who just wants to have fun before settling down or someone who isn’t looking for a partner at all. I think the kind of man who is going to be right for me is going to find me when I least expect it. Someone who isn’t looking for anything atall.
Someone whose heart just happens to speak the same language asmine.
“What do you mean?” Olivia says, resuming flipping through the dresses squeezed into my tinycloset.
