I grasped the handle tightly pulling the car door open and stepped into the cab, knowing well enough what my intentions were for that night. I looked over to my right and saw him sitting down beside me, his eyes focused over mine and his lips looking more tender than ever.
"Let me help you with that," he said reaching over to my seatbelt and casually brushing against my breasts. I smiled at him and placed the palm of my hand over his thigh, tracing my finger over his shorts and teasing him with my touch. For the past weeks I had only one thing on my mind, to rip his clothes off and get down on my knees for him. And it was finally about to happen.
Back when I first met Harry I didn't think much of him. I thought he was a good looking guy, slightly taller than me with deep soulful eyes and a pair of pouty lips, but nothing that would make my world stop spinning. But the more time we spent together, the more attractive he became. His shyness was now stored away, and he brought out a side that I'd never thought he'd have. A dark side in him that would send anyone else running away, but all it did was pull me even closer. He infiltrated my mind and by the time I realised it, I was already captivated in his realm.
I fantasised about his fingers trailing down my belly and pressing against my clit, and I dreamed about having him inside me. I thought about how I'd let him take control of me, and how badly I wanted to please him. But I also knew that I was playing with fire.
See the thing about Harry was that he hung out with the troubled crowd. He was extremely smart and he could have chosen any other lifestyle, one where is life wouldn't be put to the test every couple of weeks. But as he explained it, he wanted a rush in his life and he loved the thrill of running the streets, so he had no intention of stopping. To put it bluntly, Harry was one of the strongest drug lords around the country.
He rarely ever used any for himself, but he made sure to enjoy the lifestyle that came along with it. And that is what he wanted to give me, a life of luxury without attachments. I tried to stay away, I told myself over and over again that this was simply a bad idea but I couldn't get him out of my head. So last night after we had a couple of drinks I asked him to take me home. I thought that if we'd hook up once I'd be able to get him out of my head, and move on with my life.
I opened the window and closed my eyes, allowing the warm summer breeze on to my face. For a moment there it felt like I was hypnotised. I felt weightless, and I forgot about all the consequences that this night would bring me. "We're here." He whispered, squeezing my hand.
The driver pulled over in front of a huge stunning villa, and Harry stepped out and around the car to open my door. He gave me his hand and led me into the house without saying anything. I walked behind him, following him through the hallway and across the living room where his friends sat playing poker. Then we came up to a huge tinted glass door, that led up to the terrace overlooking his neighbour's lawn. He closed the door behind us and sat down on the couch before lighting up a cigarette, and I followed. I sat down on the chair in front of him, looking over his shoulder and trying to see what was going on inside.
"You can't see anything through the glass," he said with a carnal look in his eyes. "I value my privacy," he continued, "so I got them tinted on purpose."
I looked over his shoulder once more and then leaned onto my elbows allowing my breasts to fall forward and expose my cleavage. "Kiss me," I whispered, as I licked my bottom lip and gently bit onto it. The carnal look in his eyes grew hungrier than ever as if he was trying to picture the curves underneath my clothes. He took one more breath from his cigarette before shoving it into the ashtray, and exhaling the smoke through his pursed lips.
