Page 4 of Night Fever
“Oh fuck,” she moans loudly, filling the smallbathroom.
“You be quiet,” I growl, finding her eyes in the mirror and one of my hands clasping over her mouth. “That’s for me, girl. No one else. You don’t let anyone else hearthat.”
Her eyes flutter closed and I focused on that face of hers, her eyebrows knitting together in the center in a silent scream of pain andpleasure.
She understands why she has to be quiet, and in this moment she ismine.
I slide myself out of her, almost all the way, but with just the head of my cock tucked tightly inside her, before pushing back in. A mere few more thrusts and I am about to go off, and I lose control as I removed my hand from her gaping mouth, snaking my hands along her body to find her hips, rocking in out and out of her faster and faster until our eyes met in the mirror again, her teeth pressed against her bottom lip. I watch her nod and her lips stifle a moan, and I take it as near-silent confirmation that she wants me to unload deep insideher.
And so I do. I brace myself against her body, feeling my eyes close tight as my forehead falls forward against her luscious hair, the scent of peppermint and orange blossom filling my nostrils, making me lust-stunned as the smell mixes with the scent of her perfect orgasm. She muffles a moan against my mouth as she turns her head for her lips to meet mine, and we both cum hard as we ride the wavetogether.
I don’t want to ever leave her. She is just...perfect.
I haven’t been with a woman in a long time - since before I returned home, and I don’t remember the name of the last woman I waswith.
“Who are you?” I ask her again as her lips break away from mine. She looks straight ahead, eyes in the mirror, and the dim, dirty light from overhead cast strange shadows on her face. She doesn’t look strange, though - only cast in a light different from the one we’d steppedinto.
“This was nice,” she says, peeling her body away from me. “You want me to leavefirst?”
I watch as she pulls those little shorts up and buttons them against a flat, yet curvy and pretty tummy and hops a little bit as she adjusts them around her perfect ass andthighs.
“Sit at the bar,” I say. “I’m buying you adrink.”
She throws me a smile and nods as she unlatches the lock on the door. She slips out and shuts the door softly behind her, and I stand here in stunned silence at what justhappened.
I zip up and wait what I think to be about thirty seconds before making my way backupstairs.
And I expect to see her sitting where she was sitting before, my heart still racing. The adrenaline hasn’tsubsided.
I don’t know what had just hitme.
But as I pull aside that heavy curtain and feel every eye in the place zero in on me, there is somethingmissing.
My heart tugs inside mychest.
She isgone.
I make my way to the door and swing it open, feeling the heat on my skin from everyangle.
There is a buzz in my brain that I don’t want to pushaway.
One of the first times I’ve really felt good in a longwhile.
But she isgone.
I look to my right and left, but I have no idea where to start to look forher.
So instead, with a heavy head, I push my hands into my pockets and start the walk to my sanctuary through the stiff, stiflingly hotnight.
Taylor
The first raysof sunlight stream through my window and wake me up. I can already tell it’s earlier than I’d wanted to awake. Warmth envelops me, the kind of warmth that feels good and calm and not at all like the hot night I left behind hoursago.
I was dreaming. I was dreaming of him. It was a warm, soft dream. I can still feel him all over me as I wake up, stretching and yawning in mybed.
And then -shit.
I realize it’s mybirthday.
