It was pitch black dark that night. A flicker of lightening from the distant storm that had passed briefly heated the sky. The air was warm and damp; just enough moisture to frizz her hair between her car and his front door. He stood in the threshold leaning against the frame of the doorway. His sleeves were rolled just below his elbows. He held his arms crossed against his chest. He had the most relaxed look about him. Like he controlled the universe and nothing could go wrong. His soft eyes spilled the story he was imagining. Words would be obsolete. 'He is going to break your heart,' is all she could think as she took her last step onto his porch. He was so smug, a true Casanova for sure. She loved every bit of his arrogance and she had no idea why.
He tugged the back ribbon of her blouse as she brushed by him. It shimmered to the ground. She turned to face him and cocked her brow as if to say, 'Oh so you wanna play? Come get me baby I can handle what ever you want to do to me.' He blankly starred right into her soul. He waltzed into the kitchen and poured her a shot of Jack just like she liked it: hot. She drank it like a fish. He was a beer man, which matched his attitude oh so well: mellow and smooth. He wouldn't dare drink from the bottle though, had to have a glass, but that just added to his character. He led her through the living room passed his flat screen TV and brand new couch. His home was immaculate, quite decadent indeed. She followed him down the hall into his room. To her surprise they didn't stop there. He had to show off the entirety of his estate, fit for a queen. Slick bastard. It drove the ladies wild. The Whirlpool Jacuzzi alone was enough to make any girl fall in love. He was a grand seduction artist indeed. The way he went about things had her head over heels. She knew better than to have these feelings for him but she couldn't help herself. He made her positively giddy.
They retraced their steps and sat together on the couch. They had spent nearly an hour in each other's company before he ever touched her. But when he did it set her on fire. She positioned herself oh so carefully onto his lap. She didn't straddle him though, not yet. He raped her body with his eyes, begging for permission to devour her. She leaned into him and gave him the answer he had been waiting for. He reached out to taste her. The softness of his lips shook her to her core. His caress was so oddly familiar. He was so gentle with her. Not once did he step out of line. He offered a feeling of both entrapment and security. A twister of emotions she simply couldn't resist. He placed warm kisses on her cheek bone. His eyes forced bursts of feelings into her soul. She wanted so badly to be cautious but with each moment she fell deeper into him. She was hesitant to let herself go but the intrigue of temptation had overcome her. She surrendered to him completely.
He slowly loved every inch of her goddess like body. He neglected nothing. They made their way into the bedroom in no hurry at all. They had the whole evening to lose their selves to each other. He didn't treat her like the cheap tawdry one time extasidic journey she was. He was good at what he did (seducing women) right down to the Egyptian cotton draped across his bed. It's an amazing feeling to know what you're getting yourself into and still yearn for heartache. Damn it felt so good to let the rules go for just one night; slip into another dimension with this beast. It was so dangerous and so fulfilling. 'But don't lose yourself completely,' she thought. 'You have to remember he doesn't love you, not really.'
He didn't stammer to lift her onto the bed with one swoop of his arm. He had this thing for eye contact which only intensified the situation. There was nothing he could tell her that she wouldn't believe and nothing he could ask of her that she wouldn't do. Why the fuck did it have to be so good? There is no way she would be able to forget this tomorrow. She would eventually see him again and long for another blissful evening such as this one.
He rocked her body with a slow tease. She wanted so badly to stand out over all the others. She wanted to do something different, something he would remember above everyone, something to make him lust for her as she lusted for him. She could do nothing. He had taken over every bit of her. She was paralyzed: body and soul. She took in a deep breath and let herself go. She decided to live for tonight. Sure tomorrow would come, but why let tomorrow ruin right now. Open yourself to the moment and embrace it with passion.
