"Deep breaths."
Stepping out of the car and looking at the coffee shop with trembling hands and a light-headed feeling. Nothing fit right that morning. Her hair did that flip that she hated. Her hands were shaking, so she couldn't get her make upright.
'What color lipstick would he love? Which perfume would linger after she left?' Nothing made her feel like she could ever live up to his expectations. But he was here. And after so long, it was finally time.
So much was wrong with their meeting. They were both married, and both had careers in which high moral fortitude was the standard. Everything about what they were about to do was risky. But it felt right. For so long, they had half-heartedly joked that they would one day meet. That they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other. That they would spend days finally feeling each other. Finally fucking.
But today was the day. The day of truth. Was it too late to turn back? She looked through the window of the small, obscure coffee shop. A place where nobody she knew would happen by. Looking at the faces of each person inside, he wasn't hard to spot. There was an air about him. Kind eyes and a look of anticipation on his face.
'It's cute,' she thought.
He even seemed a little nervous. She watched him for a moment as he sipped his coffee. Watching his strong, skilled hands as he fingered through a magazine. She wanted him to finger her. To feel his hands exploring her, finding all of her secrets, grasping hard at her skin.
Almost as if he had sensed her thoughts, their eyes met. His amber eyes had a soft gleam, and he stood, motioning her to come inside. She felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She smiled, waved, bit her lip, and walked inside.
The first contact was awkward, as it was bound to be. After a quick fumble of hands and bodies, they opted for a hug. He was tall and stood a full head over her. He leaned in and kissed her cheek, but she felt it everywhere else. A shiver, electric and warming, spreading through her body.
Her face, her neck, her breasts, all turned a slightly pinkish shade. She tried to hide her face. His laugh, not a mocking one, but one of endearment, made her feel at ease. So much that she might melt.
"Good morning, Treacle," he said with a broad grin. "I've ordered your favorite."
A wide grin spread across her face. He remembered that cinnamon hot cocoa was her choice, and even though it was an odd selection, he was happy to oblige.
She sat across from him, and they smiled awkwardly for a moment. The tension that had so often weaved itself into their conversations had carried through to their physical meeting. She sipped her cocoa that was the perfect temperature. The warmth flowing down her throat made her long for his warmth in her mouth.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I almost forgot!"
She smiled mischievously and pulled from her purse two candy canes. He laughed, that beautiful laugh, the one that had so many times before made her heart skip a beat. She handed him one and then unwrapped the other and slid it into her drink.
She had a habit of licking the hot cocoa off of the sticky shaft. A gesture that he did not mind, nor was the implication lost on him. He remembered a time when she had playfully licked and sucked a candy cane for his viewing pleasure and thought of the one he had kept on his desk for months to remember her by.
Red lipstick is what she had chosen. Watching her lips as the candy disappeared into her mouth made him twitch. So often had he pictured those lips around his dick. Feeling her taste his arousal and knowing she would have an immediate response between her legs that he would be able to feel and taste finally.
They lead a conversation of small talk for a while, getting used to one another's company. The desire for physical contact was palpable. It tasted like coffee and cinnamon and candy canes.
"Shall we go for a walk? Show me around your city," he suggested as they both finished their drinks.
She smiled and agreed. They stood and walked to the door. He held it open for her. She reached up to squeeze his shoulder as a gesture of thanks. But that wasn't enough. As her hand slipped away, he caught it with his and pressed it to his lips. They walked forward, hand in hand, like teenagers touching each other for the first time.
As they strolled along the street, pointing out things to one another, they found themselves striving for any kind of physical contact. A brush of shoulders as they walked hand in hand. A quick rub of his thumb against her wrist. A playful ruffle of his hair.
Finally, they stopped in front of a beautiful mural, a colorful homage to her home in the desert. They stood side by side, admiring the different aspects and pointing things out to each other. She hugged his arm close against her, fingers of one hand still intertwined with his, and laid her head on his shoulder. The smell of her perfume filled him with desire that he felt at his very core. Watching her face light up as she spoke passionately about the world around her made it hard for him to not smile. And, of course, his smile, his light teasing, and his laughter filled her heart with a song.
He kissed the top of her head. She bit her lip, feeling that electricity like a million fireflies shooting through her body again. She didn't dare move. Afraid she would wake up from this dream. But she looked up at him, and their eyes met. Their pupils dilated as they looked longingly at one another.
He brushed a piece of her long red hair away from her face and held her cheek in his hand. Her pulse in her neck quickened at his touch. He found himself wishing to feel it throughout the rest of her body as well. Exploring her and making her heart pound. Wishing to feel that pulsating inside of her, his own joining in resonance. He leaned in slowly, and she raised herself up on her toes. Finally. Finally, Their lips met, and the whole world was on fire.
Almost within an instant, they had found themselves in his hotel, barely able to make it out of the elevator and to his door before they were undressing each other. Fumbling in his pocket, he found the key card and slid it into the slot to unlock his door. They walked in, quickly shutting the door behind them. He grabbed her and pressed her against the door, her hands running madly all over his body, tugging at his clothes. He knew exactly what she wanted. They had discussed it so many times.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, gently sucking and biting at her flesh. She moaned into his ear, stealing soft nibbles of his lobe. He grabbed both of her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers, pinning them against the wall above her head. She wrapped her leg around him to pull him against her, her skirt sliding up to expose her soft, milky white thigh. He abandoned her hands to grab her thighs and run his fingers up, reaching to remove her dress. She kept her arms above her head, standing still to allow him to undress her.
He stopped and looked at her face. "No, Treacle, not like this."
He let her skirt drop and reached in to kiss her tenderly. He put his hands on her cheeks and pulled her close against his chest. She stood on her toes to reach up and wrap her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her and slid his hands up and down her body before finally resting his hands firmly on her ass, pulling her even closer against him. He ached for her. She craved him. But there was no rush. No reason for a mad dash of sex.
Instead, he walked her over to the bed and helped her sit, never breaking their kiss. He sat with her and began to caress her body as he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately. She moaned against his kiss, a moan he had heard so many times over the phone. But now, it was in person, and she was here, and she was his. Slowly, she climbed on his lap, straddling him, pressing her whole body tightly against his. She held his face in her hands and let her hair fall all around him. Her scent engulfed him. She tasted sweet, just as he imagined she would. A faint hint of peppermint lingering on her lips.
She began to gently grind against him, both of them very aware of the other's arousal. She kissed his neck, biting playfully. She unbuttoned his shirt and left a trail of wet, sucking kisses down his chest as she went. She slid her body down his and onto the floor between his legs. She had dreamed so often of worshipping his cock.
As her breasts slid across his tented pants, he groaned. She kissed his stomach, his hips, his thighs, then she unbuttoned his pants. She took his zipper between her teeth and pulled it down, keeping her eyes fixated on his slight mischievous grin spreading across her face. He laughed. God, his laugh was musical.
