Through semi-words
She switched her position for the hundredth time within a minute; crossing her legs, passing her tongue over her lips, twisting her hands, wishing nothing more than for the door to open and Will to appear. She had been harsh to him without any good reason but a wave of anger towards herself though it was so easier to make the others pay for our own regrets. The day had sounded long, eternally painful and the hours had balanced between the oppressing idea that she had ruined it all and he would never come to Chinatown again and the absurd hope that very soon, she would be able to hold his hand through the streets of New York.
The neon must have been broken because for once its lights didn't reflect on the walls of the room, or the bedspread she was sat on. She had arrived early. Sunday was such a lovely day when you had someone to share it with but as soon as the shadows of loneliness seemed to invade your life, it turned into the sweet nightmare of pointless moments spent in the silence of old dreams. She hated that, even more after the fit she had thrown in the morning.
"You will know it. Something will come to embrace your heart, tighten it and then by the trick of some chemistry, you will know what love is."
The dark-haired woman smiled before the reminiscence of her grandmother's words. They used to be close, once. She remembered her scent, a mix of rose and whisky and the brightness of her smile. She loved cuddling in her arms and let precious time go by, conversing about the way existence was. She had learned it all from the old woman, an eccentric Latin teacher that had dreaming of nothing but becoming an aviator. She had died a few days after the first flight of The Concord; probably taking away the sublime image of progress of planes in her eternal soul.
She was thinking about the eventuality to leave when he came in. She looked up at him; her heart speeded up its pace as an odd automatism made her swallow back the tears that were asking for a release ,welling up in her eyes. She didn't move, trapped on the bed, paralyzed by her fears. His face was expressionless and she started thinking that it had definitely come to an end. He sat down on the edge of the mattress, quietly; locked his eyes with hers.
Very slowly she spread her legs, showing the paleness of her skin on her inner thighs; under the fine fabric of her stockings. It was all instinctive, disgustingly carnal but she was dying for it. He bent over and began to caress her ankles. She held her breath, thanking whoever was looking after her for his gestures. He went up slowly by her knees, the inside of her legs and settled between them to finally come face-to-face with her; a few inches away from her lips. She frowned, shook her head but he grabbed her chin and her apologies got lost in their kiss.
They laid on the bed as his hand went down her leg and his lips reached her neck. She looked at him kiss her bare shoulders then closed her eyes as his mouth made contact with her breasts. He unbuttoned her cardigan; unhooked her bra. She smiled and passed a hand through his hair wishing they could stay in this room for the rest of their life and forget all the rest because what they needed was there. He got rid of her skirt before concentrating on her stockings; his tongue playing with her skin, drawing invisible circles over it. Her sensations were boiling in her stomach and she pressed him harder against her body to accelerate his foreplay or she wouldn't be able to wait for him any longer. He came back to her mouth and kissed her deeply. They sat up; she undressed him, pushed him back on the mattress and straddled him.
With expert hands and a complete self-control she unzipped his pants and took them off before leaning over to kiss his inner thighs, teasing him all along; vaguely caressing his whole length of him in a light brush. She finally got rid of his boxers then looked at him in silence, staying perfectly still on his chest. She could feel his stomach following his breathing between her legs; his skin was warm, perfect. She grabbed her hair grip; threw it on the bedside table as long dark hair fell on her shoulders, reaching her breasts. She had kept her promise and never cut it. It had grown fast in loosely curls of ebony that contrasted with her pale complexion. Will passed his hands through it; he seemed fascinated. A smile played on his lips and she captured it in a sensual kiss as they rolled on a side; becoming one.
He began to move and she grabbed his shoulders in a protective attempt as he passed on top of her and she squeezed his waist tighter. His swollen lips were flirting with her neck through a fight of light kisses; one of his hands firmly clutched to her hip. They weren't moaning, not even sighing but just losing their breath in the sensations brought by their thrusts. How did he always manage, no matter the position they adopted, to press against her sensitive spots; to kiss her right where she was dying for him to do so? It began to warm up her stomach and she felt it come suddenly. She kissed him back and shivered against him as her tongue was intertwined with his. He did as well within a second apart. The synchronization made her smile in his mouth as the wave of pleasure was paralyzing her body, aching her back but she nonetheless kept on kissing him.
They broke apart and she swallowed hard, breathless; leaned her forehead against his and locked her eyes with his brown ones.
"I was so scared to miss you, Will."
The confession came through semi-words, a long whisper blown against his lips. She cared way too much about him to put an end to everything.