He had no idea when he woke up that morning that events would end up spiraling out of control the way that they did. He figured it would be just another day in his boring existence. Wake up, shower, go to work, go about his mundane, every day business, come home and sit in front of his computer screen until its time to pass out and do it all over again. Hell, even when she asked him for a ride home he didn't expect anything crazy to happen. Its not the first time he'd given her a ride back to her place. Just a small detour on the path back to his stale life.
As he pulled up to the front of the house, he got out of the car to open the door for her, like he always did. On any other day, she would just stand up, give him a hug, say thank you, and head on into her house. He'd drive off and that would be the end of the story. And it started just like that, with the hug, with the gratitude of a "thanks so much." But as he turned and started to walk back to the driver's side, she called out his name.
"I don't want you to leave..." she said, almost crying. "I cant spend another night alone." She reached and placed a hand on his cheek. "Stay with me." She grabbed his hand and pulled him, longingly to the door. The passion between their fingers intertwined was practically visible as she closed the door behind them. Pressing him against the door frame, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and stared boldly into his eyes.
His mind suddenly raced off into about a thousand different directions. "Am I really standing here right now?" "How did this happen?" "Its all so sudden." "Why me?" "Why now?" He didn't even know she was interested in him, to be honest. Nothing more than the standard work-casual relationship. Sure they flirted from time to time but since when does that actually mean something?
He had no idea what she had in mind at this point. It was as if her arms were a great wave somewhere in the Pacific Ocean and he was completely caught up, with absolutely no control over his body. Wrapped around his neck, her eyes staring at his, he stood there in that doorway, unable to utter even a single word, in unabbreviated shock, completely blown away.
She stared into his eyes for a long time, trying to figure out the best way to convey every thought that she had in her head. Once the initial wave of emotion passed through her, she gently placed her hand back into his and pulled him through the house, and finally to her room. The sound of her door closing echoed through her bones. There was no turning back now. The decision was final. And so she turned to face him, once again, and pressed her lips into his. That single moment in life where everything makes sense, and at the same time, a want for more so badly that her breath caught for a moment. "I want you," she whispered softly in his ear as her lips brush against it. "I always have."
The reality of those words took a while to set in. You see, secretly, he had always wanted her too. He just never thought she could feel the same way about this lonely loser who never had anyone before. He couldn't even believe she was saying those words to him. Her with her beauty and grace, her unparalleled charm. "How could she want me?" he thought to himself. But as she pressed her lips to his and he felt the tingle shoot up his spine, he knew that he shouldn't question it. His tongue piercing passed her lips, she opened her mouth for him. His hands turned on autopilot, flying without any control, up and down the sides of her body, as he got lost in the focus and passion of the kiss.
Nothing prepared her for the realization that the feelings were mutual. That this single moment has been the thought in both their heads since the beginning. She kissed his bottom lip, tugging at it softly with her teeth as she pulled her lips away. She moved along his jaw bone, working her way to his ear, her breath hot against his neck. She caressed his collarbone with her tongue, and pulled him softly onto the bed beside her. His hands hot against her skin, like a fire that fueled the burning passion going on. She took one of them gracefully, pulling it upwards and putting it to cup her breast, and squeezed the hand shut.
No longer in disbelief, he was now running on instinct. With every touch she gave him, every lick, every nibble, his breath got shorter and shorter. For the first time of the night, he found the strength to actually speak. He stared into her eyes as his hand gently caressed her breast and told her "You look so beautiful. I can't believe how lucky I am right now."
As he finished his sentence, he leaned in to kiss her once more, the most passionate yet. Their tongues dancing as his hand squeezed tighter and tighter. As the kiss escalated, so did his hands, his other reaching under her shirt as he began to lift it slightly.
She couldn't help but smile. From the first day they met, he had been nothing but kind to her. An ear to listen, a shoulder to lean on, a reason to smile. She kissed him again, pushed him onto his back, and straddled him, her leggings so tight on her skin she could feel the warmth between their lower halves. She sat up from the kiss, and looked into his eyes again, softly this time, and ground against his groin. She undid his belt buckle without ever breaking eye contact, or losing the smile she had on her face.
She spoke softly and slowly, "I want to be as good to you, as you have been to me." She ran her hands up his shirt, pushing it up as she went, and came back down, dragging her nails softly down his sides, and pushing down on his hips. The grinding was a constant slow rhythm, like a heartbeat between the two of them.
"You deserve the world, and tonight I will give you every piece of it I can. You can do with me what you please. Your fantasies are my script." She leaned down, kissing the inside of his elbow, moving slowly down his arm. She reached his wrist and bit down, slightly rough, all the while her hand intertwined with his.
He let out a moan when she bit. "Really? Anything I please?" He said with a slightly sinister grin on his face. Its been so long since he'd been with anyone, it was like every feeling was brand new. And every single motion was emphasized ten-fold. He reached down and undid her belt buckle, to match his own. He reached down to her stomach, under her shirt and lifted his hands up, her shirt coming with him. He lifted it up, over her head, and threw it across the room.