Let time go by
His hand went up her back with a surge of protection, lost in the intensity of their sighs. She could feel shivers all along her spine and the heat of his body inside of her as his lips were caressing her neck; his tongue licking it softly. She leaned backwards; her fingers pressing the smooth mattress to remain sat up on the bed and not lose her balance, threatened by every single thrust. His mouth went down her breasts in a trail of light kisses punctuated by the warmness of his breath on her skin. She squeezed his waist a bit more with her legs and made full contact with his chest, grabbing his neck as her orgasm began to grow in her stomach and released its boiling wave from her feet to her brain. She moaned in a stifled and low tone of voice; wishing nothing more but spend the rest of her life in such a state of ecstasy, there, in Will's arms.
It didn't take him long to reach climax; his sigh absorbed by Karen's deep kiss. She loved doing that as if while capturing his lips in the exhilaration of his feelings, she would steal a piece of his heart, the energy of his soul and the fusion was total.
She passed a hand through his hair, breathless, and leaned her forehead against his. Her lips were brushing his in her attempt to fill her lungs with air, to slow down her heartbeats. Will started to move but she tightened her grip on him; whispered softly.
"Stay against me…"
She locked her hazel eyes with his brown ones; swallowed hard before kissing his lips gently.
"Stay inside me."
A couple of minutes passed by in their quiet embrace but before her loud breath the attorney looked back at her and frowned, a bit worried.
"Are you okay?"
She restrained a laugh and nodded.
"Yes, I am. It was just…"
She bit her lower lip and shrugged, blushing; hiding a timid smile. The unexpected cuteness of the millionaire's reaction warmed up Will's heart and as he started rubbing her back, she cleared her voice and tried not to assume it all.
"It was kind of intense."
She looked down at her leg wrapped around his waist. The neon of The blue lagoon was reflected on their flesh like an absent-minded tattoo that made its best to impregnate the skin but always failed.
She adjusted her dress, looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled in an attempt of perfection; just to find out some courage. She had done her hair in a studied bun, some strands falling on her shoulders, embracing the dark red of her satin clothes; matching with the paleness of her skin. She looked like a porcelain doll with delicate features, graceful and feminine ones that tended to emphasize the fragility of her frame if not for the Chinese tattoo on her ankle; and some more injuries engraved in her heart.
She left the bedroom and nodded at Stanley who opened the door, letting her pass. They stepped into their limousine and settled in their seats in the most awkward silence as the streets of New York began speeding past through the windows. They weren't angry towards each other but had simply nothing to share; no conversation to start. The building appeared in the night and very soon they found themselves plunged in the crowd of guests where the brouhaha of voices got lost in the clicking of glasses and Champagne poured in a constant melody. She was holding his arm as the tradition required, smiling peacefully, multiplying gestures of attention towards him.
He passed his hand on her waist and kissed her cheek unexpectedly. She jumped and swallowed back a scream; then rolled her eyes as Will winced.
"How are you?"
Stanley shook the attorney's hand. Karen observed her husband, the facility with which he seemed to accept the fact he was facing his wife's lover; the man who happened to caress her and made her shiver in pleasure when he hadn't touched her for so long.
The evening went on slowly under the conventionalism of charity events; in the purest tradition. Stanley had invited Will advancing the idea that as his attorney, he had to attend it but while the hours were passing by, Karen's mind was plunging into a dry confusion. Her husband was on her left; her lover on her right. She couldn't help but feel troubled, uncomfortable as well as her friend while the man she had married a decade ago seemed highly delighted by the night; enjoying the improvised ménage à trois, way too much.
She didn't say a word though; emptied glass after glass of vodka as her vision was getting blurry, falsified by alcohol and the vague sentiment that she should get a divorce with Stanley. It hadn't crossed her mind until then but perhaps life was only repeating itself and her husband's attitude that night was the detail that made it all tip over exactly like the one that had pushed her into Will's arms.
She was disappointed by Stanley.
The door got slammed and she took off her heels in a stifled moan as he passed his hand underneath her dress, caressing the depths of her inner thighs. They didn't make it to the bed and slid down on the carpeted floor led by the fast pace of their movements. Their kisses were long and sensual, almost too strong; vaguely violent as if they were releasing a restrained anger through them, an old and quiet frustration. She straddled him, got rid of her red dress and unzipped his pants. Her elbows made contact with the floor as she leaned over and locked her eyes with his, breathless. She moved her hips backwards.
She thought about Stanley and the charity event; how they had run away before the end, oppressed by some carnal desire and without knowing how, The blue lagoon had appeared in front of them like a logical dead-end. She brushed his lips softly and straddled him properly, feeling his whole length inside of her. Her hands cupped his face; she looked at him, and murmured.
"Fuck me."