Last night's conquest had been a success in my eyes. I had unveiled the great mystery for her (and secretly me) in my own bed, and I was proud to take care of her, knowing that she trusted me to do so. It was strange when I awoke in the morning to discover myself nestled closely with my nose against her neck and her arm wrapped around me gently, protectively; stranger still to sense the remnants of a deep connection. I'm not one for attachment, yet in inviting her into my personal boudoir I couldn't simply leave the place quietly before she woke up. Even so, I didn't want to be there when she would wake, so I groggily slinked out of bed and examined the body I left behind. It stirred against the sudden loss of its accompanying warmth, but the breathing remained full and steady. Phase one of my getaway was complete.
Next I searched for an excuse. I could've gone to the kitchen and fixed myself something for a midmorning nosh, but then when she'd risen I was sure she'd expect that I'd prepared breakfast for her. I couldn't let her assume anything. I am not that hospitable nor am I looking for a reason to have her stick around. I decided I would shower – I could not be disturbed in there and if I lingered long enough she would probably, in a state of awkwardness, feel compelled to leave and I wouldn't have to face her again.
Ever so delicately I pranced into the adjacent bathroom, leaving the connecting door open ever so slightly so that there would be no confusion over my whereabouts. I did not need her wandering the place searching for me or thinking that she could get away with anything when I was within a knowing distance. I caught my tired reflection in the mirror and with some intrigue turned to face it directly and hesitated there briefly. Disappointment swelled within me as I caught the tired and lifeless eyes staring back at me. I blinked away and began roughly stripping off the clothing I'd hastily slipped into post-coitus. It wasn't until my shirt slumped to the floor that I'd noticed it had been inverted when it was on me. My pair of very short athletic shorts teasingly clung to the place just below my hipbones and just above the line of scrimmage. I snuck a peek into the mirror again, and this time was different. I couldn't possibly notice my empty eyes when such an elegant figure stood before me. I hadn't much to be proud of in my life, but in this moment I relished in one thing that I did have. The tanned flesh of my small frame was highlighted brilliantly by the bathroom lights, as if I was in some sort of playboy studio and they were setting up for a photo shoot featuring yours truly. Rotating slightly as I continued my admiration I couldn't help the sly smile that formed upon my lips when I had the perfect view of my flat stomach, perky yet somewhat small tits, and tight ass all at once. Running my hands lightly over my skin caused a delightful tingle to rush through me that ended as quickly as it started, but the aftermath was delightful. It brought forth a suppressed memory of a past lover – the only one that had ever held significance for me – and I shook my head as I tried to smother the thought once again.
Deciding my moment of vanity was only leading me down an unsafe path, I turned to grab a cozy towel and stepped in the direction of the shower. I slid open the obscure glass door and directed the handle to a steaming hot degree. I shut the door once more and turned to hang my towel in a convenient location when a sudden grasp withheld me from behind.
I inhaled sharply, unable to immediately register what had just happened to me. A barely clothed body pressed into my bare one, wrapping itself around this victim to avoid any chance of escape. I'd been hunted, and I'd been won without warning. I clutched the towel into myself for some attempt of security while I remained seized. My eyes rested upon the pale arms hugging me. I wanted to shove them away, but I was peculiarly frozen. I felt suddenly vulnerable and I began to tremble as if a cold breeze passed over me. She didn't seem to understand how uncomfortable I felt, or else she was insensitively torturing me.
"Good morning, Beautiful," she hummed with the utmost sincerity. She hovered dangerously close to my ear standing on her toes to reach my figure that shied away; her warm breath causing mine to catch in my throat. I couldn't remember the last time I was genuinely referred to as beautiful – unquestionably hot and sexy on numerous occasions, but beautiful didn't seem to be a word any previous encounter used to describe me. It made it difficult to believe, yet her words were innocent, seemingly only capable of echoing the truth. This simple remark confused me and my head started to spin.
Her grip loosened around me as she waited expectantly for me to turn to face her. I complied and found myself unnervingly nose to nose with her. I scanned everywhere save her eyes. I refused to be trapped within those sapphire spheres again. In my frantic distractions I noticed her messy blonde hair had started to return to its original wavy nature – sleep fought the flat iron and triumphed. I noticed her fair complexion was lightly dusted with freckles, something I was blind to in the evening's candlelight. It was rather charming, as though some spritely creatures had kissed her face. I felt obliged to contribute to their work, but before instinct could drown out my screaming mind I found myself desperately fighting the weakness in my legs. It took all of my strength to remain standing when she came across the sweet spot at the base of my neck. She ghosted her lips across my collar bone and the ability to see was momentarily stolen from me. I exhaled audibly, much to her delight and my chagrin. She must have deceived me for I deemed it impossible for someone so confessedly virginal to so quickly learn to do the things she was doing now.
She treated me like someone her heart was devoted to, and while it made the sensations all the better it also made me feel all the more defenseless. In my dizzying exposure I'd lost the last of my strength and unwillingly collapsed into her. Lovingly she supported me with little effort and stroked my dark hair away from my face as I let my head hang. With a single hand she cupped my strong jaw line and lifted her thumb to caress my cheek. She followed through by bringing my face up to hers and what followed was inevitable. My eyes locked onto hers and could stray no more. The crystal blue revealed unspoken affection and invited my own repressed thoughts as they were stolen from me. My vision became misty as I was drowned in such openness. Internally I cursed myself for allowing such a sign of weakness to become evident. When did I lose control? Never before had I felt so helpless. However in this moment I realized something new – I was content with being soft. Moreover, I welcomed these forgotten sentiments despite my insecurities.
While this newfound recognition perplexed me, I had little time to think on it for my mind failed me, keeping up with the body that continued to betray me as it surrendered itself into this other blossoming woman's captivity. My hands attached themselves to her waist, and one ventured decidedly farther, dipping into the dimpled small of her back. This caused an unexpected yet pleasurable shiver to course through her body and she perceived it to be permission granted. She grinned naively before travelling the short distance to come crashing into my parted lips. Her hands massaged my face and neck as my arms pulled her in closer, daring any outside force to just try to break this bond.
A warm tongue politely fondled mine before challenging it to a duel. As difficult as it is for me to admit, somehow she reigned victorious and investigated a new environment. In her explorations she traced the space behind my front teeth with the tip of her tongue that resulted in an intimidated squeak from me. It startled her and she withdrew, but when she glimpsed my flushed face she instead resolved to be pleased with her work. Almost instantly she returned to capture my swollen lips and this time she kissed with more hunger. With great vigor I felt her body surge against mine, undulating skillfully yet unpredictably, and all the while guiding my hips and abs to move rhythmically, never losing contact with hers. A soft curse in my childhood language left my lips as I felt overwhelmed with not just the physical sensations but also the indiscernible emotional ones. Her lips curled upward against mine into a small smile of pride, but this time she continued her pursuit. My strength diminishing again, I slowed our dance and was met with a small cry of protest. She attempted to fortify me once more, moving her mouth's attention along my jaw before pausing to concentrate just beneath my ear, and then nipping at the lobe before continuing down my neck. Breaths were heaving, hearts were racing, and blood was pumping furiously in a great rush to bring oxygen to the exhausted extensions that continued gliding artfully across smooth and supple surfaces.
She voiced my name – with great infatuation, to my alarm. No one ever used my name during intimacy – it was far too personal. What gave her such entitlement? I had to remind myself that she probably didn't know any better. Although, I couldn't help the thrill I experienced following my instinctive alarm. I longed for her to say it again. Yes, this was getting far too personal.
My pulse beat faster as I became more sensitive to everything I was feeling as well as simultaneously clumsier in my returning favors. Impulses became nearly impossible to stifle. Her tongue was like liquid fire on my neck, manipulating one particular spot with such vigor that I knew would render a series of scarves to be necessary accessories over the following days. Ordinarily I would've been annoyed at something so territorial, but I silently screamed for her to continue. She removed herself from my neck, taking a moment to appreciate her efforts as I gasped for air. For the first time I witnessed a devilish smirk appear across those lips and I lost all that remained of my resistance. This time I initiated one passionate and final kiss, exhaling into her, expelling all of my freshly attained air and consequently filling her lungs to revitalize her, and that it did. My forearms tensed as I lifted her up again from her impressive back bent position. Thank goodness she was a dancer with impressive flexibility for I got carried away and dipped her as I leaned in to annex control once again with renewed confidence. I finished with a chaste peck to her pouted bottom lip before smiling triumphantly.
She appeared discouraged by my last communication, and with unexpected sadness her shoulders hunched forward and she backed away from me. Guilt struck me with the comprehension that I'd hurt her by demonstrating that I had something to prove – that this was all a game to me. Clearly it was more to her . . . perhaps it was becoming more for me as well.
"Wait," I soothed just as she shifted dejected eyes. I could hardly believe my next request – as someone who despised being revealed I was going to put myself into what felt like one of the most revealing positions of all. Why would I do this to myself?
"Come with me," I invited as I nodded in the direction of the shower, still releasing amounts of steam that filled the bathroom and contributed to the beads of sweat resting upon our skin.
Without a second thought she beamed at me and practically skipped along the bathroom tile before barreling into me with an enthusiastic hug. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't like me, yet I couldn't help but give away to her childlike antics every time. They really were endearing. With ease she slipped out of her clothes, tossing them next to those already littering the floor. She gracefully slithered her hand into mine, entwining our fingers and allowing me to guide her into the hot shower, though admittedly by that point I required a cold one.
From that moment on no tingle in my body would make me think of what's-his-name ever again. No longer was I hung up on his bad boy image or the idea of us as a power couple. The only one who mattered was her and I couldn't wait to share a glance with her again – the only pair of eyes that reached beyond the stone cold veil of mine with such an intense power that both terrified and delighted me by filling the void there. Though I did not understand entirely what was going on between us, I did know that I was never leaving her side again.
