It was raining out again. The cold, rawness that made the world dark and damp sent shivers up and down my spine. But that was the least of my discomfort. Call it butterflies or call it knots in your stomach, they were still uncomfortable. My right leg was near drilling through the floor as well; the nervous bounce that I briefly paid note to. As my mind raced with a million scenarios, I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.
For being so comfortable, knowing someone as well as we know each other, why on earth am I so jumpy?
That was a simple question, with an even simpler answer. How can you not be jumpy, when you're meeting your soul mate for the first time? How can you not have massive butterflies in your stomach, when the mere mention of that person always made your heart leap from your chest? And here I was, sitting on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting with each other, and my leg still drilling away. The anxious feeling was making me nauseous, so I began to pace across the hotel room, peering out from the heavy drapes every so often.
We've talked about this, its been planned for months. Its Darkness... your Darkness...
Shaking my head to try and break the nervousness, I walked back across the room and glanced into the mirror. I decided on a simple outfit, knowing fully it wouldn't matter when scattered across the room. A pair of jeans that fit snug to my hips and thighs, and a decently revealing tank top. My hair was down around my shoulders, strands often finding their way across my cheek, and I was barefoot. The rain fell harder against the balcony outside the room, the wind added to the storm, and I couldn't help but get worried something might've kept him. I always worried about him. It was like second-nature. I had nearly lost him once, completely, so the thought always burned in the back of my mind. Sure, I was reassured many times, and while I believed him, I still worried. A noise outside the hotel door made me nearly jump out of my skin, yet no further movements brought a wave of calm and disappointment over me. Where is he? Aurora, calm down...relax...you`re getting worked up. Relax.
I tried to reassure myself, but clearly my thoughts did nothing to soothe my nerves. Suddenly, as if he could feel my anxious aura, a knock radiated from the door.
This is it. He's here. Breathe Aurora, breathe.
I can't even begin to explain the feelings that pulsated through my body at that moment. My heart was nearly ready to explode within my chest and the knots that plagued my stomach now felt like they consumed my entire insides. As I peered through the peep hole, the `fish-eyed` view of him appeared. There he was, as handsome as I've ever seen him, and it was right then where he completely took my breath away. As I reached forward to grasp the handle, a static shock let out, jolting me back to reality. With a long, deep sigh that escaped my lips, I opened the door, and his form slowly came into view. Darkness was drenched from the storm outside. His t-shirt stuck to him in large patches, and his hair was wet and matted to his head. The jeans were soaked from the bottom up to his shin, and his shoes made a slight water-logged squish.
As my eyes took him in, they slowly made their way up to his face and locked with his own gaze. A curl in the corner of his mouth formed into the devilish grin that made me melt and go weak in the knees.
"Hey baby" His words were soft, his eyes not leaving mine for a moment. "It's raining out" he said, the chuckle I love so much following it.
"So I see. Don't worry, darling... I`m quite sure we'll be equal with wetness very shortly" I replied, knowing what the statement would bring. In a swift motion, he brought himself into the room, dropping his bags and closing the door. I barely had time to move to let him in before I was pressed against the wall, and his hands cupping my face. Darkness pressed against me, his mouth a breath away from my own. If I thought my heart was beating violently before, this surely outdid the feeling ten-fold.
"I've been wanting to do this for over a year, Aurora" And with that, his lips locked with mine.
I closed my eyes, savoring the soft flesh of his lips, tasting the Marlboro on his breath. They say first kisses are like fireworks shooting, the world nearly spinning off its axis, or something along the lines of complete and utter explosion. This kiss was none of those things. How can you describe a kiss that has been dreamt and thought about every single day for over a year? A kiss so passionate, so filled with love and devotion that all other romantic kisses in books and movies couldn't compare. Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet couldn't compare the devotion this kiss expressed. Nickie Ferrante and Terry McKay in An Affair to Remember couldn't get the need and completion right. Even Jack and Rose in Titanic couldn't touch the sense that there was nothing else in the entire world better.
So, as my lips were locked with the man of my dreams, no words to describe it were necessary. As the kiss intensified, the pounding in my chest changed from anxious to an intense want of him. His body was against my own, I could feel the warmth radiating through his damp clothes, and the pounding in his own chest matched mine. My arms reached up, wrapping around his neck to hold him closer, but he had other plans. Grabbing both hands, he raised them over my head, pinning them against the wall with a strong grip. His free hand traveled down the length of my body, then slid up under my shirt to caress my side. I could feel the kiss fill with desire, and I reciprocated with my body pressed harder against his. It was if he had a map of my body, knowing which spot turned me on, which touch would send shivers throughout, how to grip and make me whimper through his kisses.
I was still restrained by his grip, as his hands began to work at my jeans. Unbuttoning, unzipping, then sliding them down over my hips to let them pool on the floor. As they did, Darkness lifted my right thigh to hook around his waist, then switching hands on the grip of my wrists so that he may lift the other. Darkness continued to kiss me, yet traveled down my jaw to my neck, kissing and biting it as I moaned with pleasure. His hands released from their grip on my wrists, as he pushed his hips harder against mine to pin me to the wall. As he did, my shirt was quickly pulled up and off my body and thrown to the floor. He parted from the kisses he gave and looked deep into my eyes at that moment. No words needed to be spoken between us, and as he carried me to the bed, I couldn't picture any place I`d rather be. Laying me down on the bed, I watched as he removed his clothes. These actions had played over and over in my mind, yet having it actually happen before me made the cotton against my swollen sex moisten with desire. My delicate fingers began to pull at the band of my panties, teasing as I tugged it down then back up again. How I loved to get him worked up! Darkness's eyes widened with hope, then an evil grin painted his face as I made him wait just a bit longer.
When he crawled up on the bed, and made his way between my legs, I could see the bulge that was threatening to pop from his boxers. Instantly my hands reached out and touched the soft flesh of his chest and shoulders, nearly melting at the fact I was able to touch him this way. Finally. A hard and passionate kiss to my lips made my core burn stronger, followed by trembles of desire as he made his way down the length of my body with bites and kisses. I knew what he wanted, it has been spoken of many times before, and the visible dampness on the cloth made it apparent I wanted it too. I watched as he leaned forward, pressing a thumb against the soaked cotton, rubbing the swollen mound beneath it slowly. He breathed me in while his eyes toured my flesh like an animal ready to consume its prey. I watched as Darkness once again made the devilish smile before leaning down and biting at my sex over my panties. A whimper escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered closed and he quickly removed the cloth that separated him from my sex. It was then when he buried his face deep within my glistening folds, sucking at the hidden jewel, then letting his tongue glide over the delicate flesh. He devoured my sex, biting and humming against my clit, then teasing my hole with the tip of his tongue. One hand gripped my thigh, holding me close to him as I squirmed about with pleasure. The other made its way between my legs, two fingers sliding in and out of my core while his mouth hungrily feasted on my bright pink and throbbing pussy.
This continued on, his mouth happily devoured my wanting sex, satisfying his intense hunger for me. The strong fingers within my core curled and caressed my walls as he switched from two and three fingers then back again, holding my release off until he was ready. He then removed his fingers, sucking at them hungrily to enjoy my juices, and buried his face once more in my delicate folds. The hot and passionate tongue penetrated my core, pushing in and out of the hot sex, while I cried out for him, wanting and needing more.
