A week had gone by since that day, where he found out who Hailey really was. He hadn't seen her much as she had spent the week at her day job, which he found out was being the PA for a project manager at Cross Consolidated. As the days went by, he realized that he was longing to see her and spend time with her. When she returned from work during the weekdays, he was already way too busy tending the bar and when he was done, it was way too late to stop by her apartment and talk. He was happy when Friday rolled in and that Julia would take her shift. His hope had disappeared when Miguel had told him he was filling in for her, as she had a company event that night.
She walked into the cantina, on that Friday night at half-past one. She was wearing a black halter dress and black high heels. She was stunning and took his breath away as her eyes locked on his and she smiled at him. She walked over to the bar, not giving the only three people left in the cantina, even a look, only keeping her eyes on him, giving him her full attention and he felt on top of the world. She sat down on the stool and placed her clutch on the bar.
"How was your party"? he asked as he leaned in over the bar.
"Boring as hell, but when duty calls, you do what you've got to do. In all honesty, I would have preferred spending my evening here".
"I think we'd all agree with you on that one".
He disappeared momentarily underneath the bar and came back up with a can of Coke Zero in his hand. "We don't generally serve soft drinks, but I think we could make an exception for you", he said as he winked.
"I appreciate the gesture", she said as she took it, popped the can open and took a sip.
"Buenos noche Drew, Hailey", said the last three customers as they headed towards the door. Julia and Arthur waved at them and he went around the bar to lock the door behind them. He turned off the main lights, leaving on the ones around the bar on.
"Tough night"? she asked him.
He shrugged. "Let's just say that Miguel is less pleasant to look at".
Julia laughed softly and bit her lower lip, visibly nervous.
She took another sip then stood. "I think I'm going to call it a night, goodnight Arthur".
"Same here", he said as he placed the contents of the days sales in the safe and shut the lights. He trailed behind her silently and watched each inch of her body move as she walked towards the staircase then up the stairs. He only had one desire, kiss her, remove that dress from her body and show her how much he was attracted to her and how much he wanted her.
She stopped once they reached the hallway. "'Night".
She took a step towards her apartment and his hand grabbed her elbow, forcing her to turn towards him. He pinned her against the wall and she looked at him breathlessly. When his mouth took hers, this time, she welcomed his tongue without restraint, and he heard her muffled moan of pleasure. Still with his mouth on hers, his hands wandered down to her breasts. He could feel her body being pulled in towards his by an invisible magnetic field and he felt himself harden.
He lifted the bottom of her dress up to her waist and let his hand graze the hem of her black lace thong. He let it glide all the way down in between her legs and rubbed her pubis. In response she dug her hands in his hair and removed her derriere from the wall against his hand, welcoming his massage. Her head and entire body was on fire as he removed his lips from hers and they stared into each other's eyes, wanting to make sure that they both wanted the same thing. His masculine odor of desire and how he was somehow dominating her, turned her on.
He removed his hand from her and she panicked momentarily, thinking that he was going to put an end to their intense and heated foreplay, something she didn't want. But when she felt his form, demanding hands on her derriere and he lifted her fears disappeared. He kissed her again as he walked to his apartment and closed the door behind him, with a kick of the foot. Still with her in his arms, against his burning body, he sat down on the chair with her straddled over him. He had a hard time containing his urge to make love to her, for once in his life, he wanted it to be more than just 'sex'. He needed a connection, he needed it to mean something, he wanted it to be different.
She grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. She stared at his chest as her hands caressed it. He watched her as she did so and the touch of her hands on his bare skin was enticing. He placed his head in the nook of her neck and kissed it softly. His hands went to the back of her dress as he unhooked the halter strap and in turn lifted the dress over her head, revealing what he had been eager to see, knowing full well that she wasn't wearing a bra.
She shivered, not from the cold, but from the adrenaline rush and what she was in anticipation of. She closed her eyes as his mouth consumed her breast. His tongue worked magic as it circled around her nipple, almost teasing it, before he finally decided to give it all the attention. When he gently bit it and tugged at it, she closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the mix of pleasure and pain. As he did the same to the other, she let her hand wander down his abdomen and felt how intensely he wanted her.
The scent of vanilla on her skin, the way her nipples were hardening each time his tongue stroked them and the fact that her hand was on him made him want to lose complete control. Everything in his life was about control and when he didn't control things, they went wrong. There was no way he was going to mess this up.
He felt her shift and pull away. She stood and removed her black thong under his eager stare, she could have come, just by the way he was looking at her, it was that intense. He took her hands in his and pulled her towards him, still standing. Her legs were spread apart on each side of his. He kissed her stomach then down until he found it. His mouth closed around it and she shuddered. When his tongue took over, she threw her head back and grabbed his shoulders in order to steady herself. He felt how desperately she wanted him as his fingers discovered her.
He gently pushed her away and stood in turn. He removed his black linen pants and his boxer pants and sat back down. He observed her as she knelt between his legs and when she took him, it was his turn to throw his head back at the perfection and intensity of the moment. Even if he was more than enjoying every minute of the pleasure she was giving him, he wanted her more than anything else. He wanted to have their bodies become one, he wanted to feel the use of his skin on hers.
Had she been any other woman, he would have pulled her up powerfully, but not her.
"Come here gorgeous", he said as he caressed her hair.
Gazing into his eyes, she straddled him and let him delicately slide into her. As he moved inside her, he caressed her back, kissed her, placed his hands on her hips and occasionally let his finger trail down to give her, more than she could take, pleasure.
Julia had never had sex like that with any man before and it was intoxicating. Their bodies were in sync, they were taking their time, letting the pressure grow more and more intense, then letting it fall again, to let it pick up to a culminating point. As he deepened and quickened his pace, she could feel it rise within her gradually and intensely at the same time. Seeing she was on the verge of extasy, he kept going until he saw her put her head back and let out a moan of extreme pleasure. He only gave her a few seconds before resuming his pace and within minutes he let out a groan of rapture.
He pulled her against him as they caught their breaths and as their glistening bodies combined to make one, he knew that this was the way he wanted it to be from now on in his life.
He stood from the chair with her on him and laid her down on his bed as he gently removed himself from her. She scooted over to give him some space on the bed, which was way smaller than hers. When he was on his back, he opened his arm, inviting her in. She placed her body against his, put her head on his chest and fell asleep to his caress on her arms and shoulder. He too fell asleep quickly, most probably the fastest he had in a very long time.