“Hello” I answer the phone in a breathless whisper. Silence… my heart hammers waiting to hear the voice I knows is on the other end. “Come to my house” his husky voice purrs into my ear. I am quiet; my stomach does a nervous flicker. “Now” he growls in his deep manly voice, silently daring me to tell him no. I know I don’t deny him, he knows I don’t deny him. “I’m on my way” I whisper. Another growl, “bra & panties” and he ends the call.
I fling the covers off of my sleep warmed skin and grab a set of lingerie that I hope he won’t rip to shreds. Although the thought of the pink flowered lace being torn from my body speeds my flight to his house. I rev my car’s engine and tune into some seductive music to keep the mood he put me into, Alicia Keyes sings about the things he and I do together. A glance at the dashboard clock confirms my insanity, 2:06am.
I approach the front door and it swings open. He is barefoot, in jeans slung low on his hips, a snug black shirt stretches across his massive chest. My mouth waters as my fingers itch to reach out and touch him. He stares into my eyes then takes in my whole appearance. My auburn hair is tousled from sleep but still seductive and sexy. My dark eyelashes sweep downward in feigned shyness. Lips full, wet and pouting smirk at him, taunting him constantly. The zipper on my jacket shows just the slightest swell of my breasts underneath. He knew I’d have on a bra merely because he told me too. Tight black leggings run down my hips and legs to tiny ballet slippers. I was there finally, within his reach, at his command. God I intoxicated him, that power thrilled me. I make eye contact again and lick my lips. He needs to devour me right then but only pulls me gently closer. “Breath” we both think but both have our breath held. He pushes his nose right underneath my ear and breathes in the scent of me. I always smell sensual and spicy to him, but what he breathes in now is more heat than scent. I tremble and my stomach clutches, eager but tense. His nearness brings out a weakness in me, a willingness I am not accustomed to feeling. He knows how he makes me feel; he revels in this new found power.
He takes me by the hand and pulls me in the door. A small orange lamp cast off eerie shadows and it is so hushed. He turns and puts a finger to my lips. I know his roommate is home so I take his finger in my mouth and suck on it, nibble it softly. The quietest moan escapes his lips. My eyes are triumphant. He grabs my upper arms and pushes me back towards his room. I fight the weakness in my knees and go silently as he directs me. The ebb and flow of control between the two of us is like a choreographed dance.
One lone candle burns in the corner, barely fluttering a flame.