How dare he utter those words to her...those three magical words that every girl dreams about hearing from a man. No...not him! How could he just throw them at her as if she were some sort of charity?
She turned her back to him, closed her eyes, and inhaled sharply. She tried with all her might to remain calm and figure out why she was so angry at him. She looked down at her hands and noticed that her knuckles had turned pale from gripping onto the metal railing of the balcony; it was all that she could do to keep her hands from trembling and betraying her otherwise calm exterior. Her body remained deathly still, and as the moon above drifted in and out of the clouds, the silhouette of her ripe, young body suddenly became surreal, as if watching a painting come to life.
A distant wind blew across the sky and swept past her. It lifted the dark tendrils of her hair and carried with it the lush scent of her sweetness and perfume. And when she felt a chill creep down her spine, she reached up to undo the hairpin and welcomed the warmth that followed as her hair cascaded down her shoulders and shielded her body from the cold. The wind toyed with her satin dress, dragging it up slowly against her skin and then letting it drop so that it brushed against the most sensitive part of her ankles. And although her body shivered ever so slightly, she could feel the warmth of the blood coursing through her veins and her cheeks flush in all her fury.
For once in her life, she had been completely caught off guard. Time and time again she had waited for other men to utter those very words, but not once had she come close to hearing them. She always felt that they had been on the verge of telling her what she need to hear, and had she enough patience to stick around, she might have. She decided once and for all to give up her childish and foolish ideologies of love and romance. But still, she couldn't get his words out of her head. She couldn't forget how sensual his mouth appeared to her and how the outline of his lips curved and curled as he uttered each word slowly and deliberately, as if trying to mock her.
Cindy finally opened her eyes and let out a soft sigh. She couldn't help but admire the view in front of her. Everything appeared so perfect. The moon appeared directly above them and illuminated their bodies with its gentle glow. She could smell the rich, salty scent of the ocean below them and lost herself in the rhythmic undulations of the waves as they crashed against the shore. Her gaze drifted down to the beach where she saw another couple walking hand in hand, their faces all lit up with big smiles, and their stealing of kisses when they thought no one was watching. She wished that she had allowed herself to feel that sort of intimacy and closeness, but it was all too late. She had promised herself that she would live a life without any regrets.
"Cindy, why are you so quiet?" he inquired softly. She heard him take a few steps forward and felt the warmth of his body behind her. She closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply, reveling in a rich mixture of aftershave and cologne that was both sweet and musky and so intoxicating. She felt him lean into her as he grabbed a hold of her waist and pressed his warm lips against her ear...
"Cindy? Did you hear what I just said to you? Answer me."
She trembled at the way his words resounded in her ears and how his breath teased and stimulated every one of her nerve-endings. Cindy gently pushed his hands off her hips and leaned her body into the edge of the balcony. She reached up to smooth the hair away from her face, but he caught her hand in midair and squeezed it gently. Cindy laughed.
"Yes I heard you. You really are very funny tonight. It must be all those drinks you've had because you've said nothing but nonsense all night," she replied and tried to free her hand from his grasp. The more she struggled, the firmer his hold over her, and when she finally realized that he wasn't giving up so easily, she stopped struggling and stood still. She could feel his body press up against her back and his big arms encircle her waist once again.
"Cindy...why do you always have to be so difficult?" he asked.
"Why does everyone think that I'm so difficult?" she hissed. She had been down this road before and wasn't looking forward to the conversation they were about to have.
"What are you afraid of? Why don't you just open up and enjoy it," he replied.
"WHAT? Why don't I just open up and enjoy what? Just say it. You know, you sure have a lot of nerve--" and in that moment, he lifted her chin to him and smothered those pouty red lips with a deep, passionate kiss. And as he sucked on her lips and drew them into his mouth, he could feel the pulsating heat of her body and the sweet taste of desire on her tongue. She tried breaking the kiss but as she struggled, his fingers wrapped around her neck and forced her still. His tongue pushed past her lips and penetrated her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. And when she opened her mouth further to protest, she heard herself moan instead and couldn't help but suck on his tongue and draw him into her inferno, her wet desire. He could feel her body begin to yield and almost submit to him.
He knew that he had to act fast; he didn't want to give her time to think or to regain her composure. All he wanted to do was to overwhelm her completely and to make her feel as much as possible – even if it meant forcing himself on her. His left hand reached up to caress her succulent breast while his other hand slid underneath her dress to cup the soft mound of her sex. He squeezed it gently and when his fingers tried to slip under her panties, he felt her body resist him and her legs cross over in an attempt to shield her from his touch.
"Richard! What are you do--"
