Adeline stood at the front door of her small apartment, her arms crossed. She was dressed in a long plain black backless maxi dress, a lovely slit cut along its right. Her weight was rested on her left leg, while her right leg flaunted itself through the slit, about 3 quarters of the slender limb sticking out through the opening. She glanced at the clock above the front door. *He's 5 minutes late.* Bitterness laid its tendrils deep and wide into her consciousness. She hated it when people were late.
It was cool and quiet evening. The sound of birds chirping away in the distance was easily audible, as was the sound of trees rustling with the windy evening weather.
Finally, the long-awaited noise of the doorknob turning graced her ears. She mentally checked that there was not a speck of smug smiling to her face, watching the visitor's head slowly poke out through the slightly opened front door. Ben's hair was ruffled and messy; he hadn't even showered before coming, and probably overslept.
"Adeline? H-hi..." He pushed the door open fully, stepping inside. That charming nervous smile showed itself. She could already feel her bitterness beginning to melt away just at the sight of his beautiful face. But no, she preferred acting upset. Ben slowly closed the door behind him, his right hand sliding up to his head and scratching his scalp in a classic 'I am anxious' pose.
"Get out. You're an intruder." Adeline kept her facial expressions as serious as possible; everything would fall apart if even a small chuckle escaped her lips. Her eyes were narrowed, her brows furrowed and her lips were pursed tightly.
"I... uhm what?" Ben blinked twice, his jaw beginning a tortoise speed descend downwards. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes scanning her face for a hint that his leg was being pulled. Needless to say, surprise was the word written on his face.
"Get out, knock on the door and ask for permission to enter, or I swear I'll call the police on you." Adeline grinded her teeth together. Her hands moved to her hips, and she puffed out her chest.
"Okok! Yes ma'am..." He scrambled his way out of the front door. He knew better than to try and play games with her when she talked like this.
"Yeah shoo." She closed the door as soon as he stood clear of the doorway. *Oops, poor choice of words.* She locked the door, turning the lock's knob as loudly as she could manage. She stifled a giggle.
There's a knock on the door. "Adeline, may I enter?" Ben's voice is muffled through the door. His voice had a sad tone to it, as if he was heartbroken.
Adeline looked to the wall on her left and straightened up, her hands reaching up and cupping her cheeks. She relaxed her muscles. No smiles no giggles. When she was ready, she turned back to the door. "Yes you may." Adeline reached out to the doorknob, wrapped her fingers around it and turned.
Ben pushed the door open all the way, stepping in and immediately entering her private space. The first thing she noticed was the smug smirk on his face, but it didn't fully register in her mind. Adeline ignored his sudden advance. "You were five minutes late you-" She didn't get to finish. Ben grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the wall. His lips had already engulfed hers, and were working their magic on her.
She tasted his lips, watched the passion burn in his eyes, breathed in his scent. She felt completely undone by him. She closed her eyes, enjoying all the little sensations he sent coursing through her system. Their tongues played between their romancing lips, taking turns to lick and swirl around one another. She felt his hands explore her body, hands caressing her bare back. She moaned into his mouth, her hands grasping at his strong shoulder blades, squeezing them ever so gently. He felt like heaven.
She wished it wouldn't end. But then, it did. He pulled away. Before she could protest, his right index finger pressed itself into her lips. His eyes stared into hers, and she stared into his. He was enjoying this, she could see it in his eyes. "Shhhh..." He cooed softly, his voice a tender whisper in her ears. "You talk too much baby."
Adeline was speechless. She simply stared into his eyes, enjoying every split-second that went by. His eyes were mesmerising, seemingly captivating and stealing her soul away piece by piece by the second. Her fingers slowly stroked and caressed his shoulders, brushing against the rough texture of his skin. She felt the depression in his flesh closer to his neck, slipping her thumbs into them and massaging the flesh into his shoulder blades.
They just... stared at each other, just enjoying the moment. Ben's finger faded away from her lips. His right hand lightly grasped her neck, gentle with her delicate organ, while his left gripped her thin shoulder. He pulled her in, and she could see the kiss in his eyes before their lips even made contact. He was such an excellent smoocher. His hands slid down to her waist. She knew what that meant. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bracing them against his shoulders as she lightly jumped up. His strong arms supported her weight as she coiled her legs around his waist, hugging him tight.
His hands moved to her plump ass, enjoying his firm grip on her butt cheeks as he began to carry her away from the entrance to their home. Her body jumped ever so gracefully with every step, but her eyes remained fixed on his. Their kiss was still going, and she couldn't help but moan helplessly as he made a feast out of her mouth — sucking, licking, toying with her tongue.
Finally, they reached the kitchen. He set her down carefully on the kitchen counter, and withdrew from their long-lasting kiss. She couldn't help but smile; these moments she spent with him just made her feel as high as a kite.
His hands slid up to her upper body, roaming around her, taking their time to caress, stroke, gently massage her flesh. The sensation of his hands brushing against her back sent shivers down her spine, her body twitching every so slightly in response. His touch felt so good. She gave him a moan as his reward, and he moved in to kiss her once again.
She just couldn't get enough of his lips. Their tongues swirled between their mouths, while her hands grasped at his neck, squeezing and gently pulling it closer. His hands however, began venturing down her chest and past her abdomen. He took his time to tease her with every little tap of his fingers. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, her tongue withdrawing while his went on the offensive. It was a dance of passion they performed for one another.
She couldn't wait for what was next. Finally, his hands were over her pelvis. His right hand dropped down to the kitchen counter, and slowly walked its way onto the fabric of the skirt on her backside. It strolled under her skirt, and before she knew it, it could be felt hovering just over her lace panties.
His fingers lightly circled around her nether regions. She twitched and convulsed with pleasure, hardly able to continue waiting in participation. She pulled away from the kiss, and looked him in the eyes.
The night was peaceful and cool, but could not hold a candle to the tranquility and serenity in his eyes. She smiled. She could feel the passion for her lover burning inside her, the lust for the precious thing they shared.
