It wasn’t alcohol
making them lose all inhibitions. He just had half a glass of wine and she merely
helped herself with some orange juice; that didn’t change the fact that they
were unhinged all the same, mouths, hands, fingers, they couldn’t bear to pull
apart for even a second, drunk in their own passion, unable to take off their
hands from each other. The kiss had started in the elevator and since then
their mouths were entangled to one another. Only God knew how they traveled
from the elevator to her door. She took off her right hand that was entangled in
his hair where it was making a mess of his haircut and fumbled with her
small bag hanging loosely from her shoulder, searching for the keys, still never
breaking the kiss.
“If you don’t
quicken it up, I’ll take you right here.” He mumbled in between kisses. Was it
a threat or an invitation? She wasn’t quite sure but the fact that she actually
contemplated it proved to her that she was really high on him at this very
moment. Though a pleasured groan escaped her lips, the left hand that was still
on his neck joined its brother to search more, it was really high time to find
those keys, lest an accident really occur! Once the metallic things were in touch,
it took all her willpower to break the kiss apart. Their breaths mingled, she
could feel his soft heat as he inhaled and exhaled at short inches from her,
his hands still holding her waist.
His eyes were
glassy, his lips had the faintest shade of her rosy lipsticks. She barely resisted
the urge to lunge for more as she put her hands over his and slowly part them
away to move more freely. Then she turned around to open the door.
“Wouldn’t want to
shock the neighbors now, would we?” She breathed softly, as her hands were working on the
knob.
Though she
resisted her pulsion, her companion didn’t have such conscience and as she had
her hands full, he embraced her from behind, raining kisses over her exposed
neck that she had tipped to see more of the doorknob. He smoothly slid his arm around her
waist, then lower, his hand a hot, heavy brand against her hip. He was pressed so tightly against her that she could
feel his desire through their clothes, letting her imagination ran wild. Her
hands shook, the keys almost dropping. She grasped them quickly and their
jingle was the sole sounds in the empty, long corridor. That and their heavy
breathing now.
Her
breath caught in her throat,
his gaze darkened and his hand moved upwards into her most intimate place. She could
feel his fingers clearly, despite the layers of clothes separating them from her
skin; with his chin, he moved her hair a bit to access the white ear he softly
bite.
“I missed you,” he whispered slowly.
She didn’t even have the will to scold him in her mind
anymore, rather, she put her hands over his arms to stabilize herself, leaned
her weight over his torso and dipped her neck slightly to the side, savoring
the feel he was giving her, the keys’ ring loosely hanging over her finger,
jingling with his every move. His lips on her neck were like a fire burning her
soul and she had to bit her lips to refrain from letting ambiguous sounds out.
As her breath was getting quicker so were his working fingers. There, there,
almost and she yanked his head capturing his lips with hers to stifle the moans
she couldn’t repress. As she rode her orgasm over his fingers, his eyes
darkened further.
She seemed to lose all her energy, lazily leaning all
of her weigh over him. She broke the kiss, her hand on his cheek, she made him
come closer to her, enough to whisper in his ear.
“You’re getting worse,” she criticized as she gently
took the ear in her teeth, nibbling it.
She felt the hands holding her waist shook, the bulge
on his pants poking her rear and in a flash, her lips were taken again, the
kiss less gentle. One arm was holding her waist while the other had already
taken the keys from her and were working on the door.
The click of the
door was like his salvation and it was all he did not to haul her up like a
caveman, instead once the door opened, he brought them inside and swiftly
closed behind. Her small bag was thrown somewhere, his cartable too. She was
pressed against the wall, her hands reach out behind his neck to deepen the
kiss.
They were too
urgent, too needy, they didn’t have the patience to be romantic at all. Her
long skirt was lifted, his zipper, pull down. They didn’t even bother to remove
their clothes, her panties were pushed to the side and in two breaths they were
one. He slid in easily, her warmth wet making him go more than just a little
crazy.
The light hadn’t
even been lit but through the curtains, she didn’t pull down before going out,
the neighborhood’s light from the side buildings was enough to slightly lit
their faces. They relied on their mouths to block the sounds, though if people
were to pass by the corridor this very instant, they wouldn’t need much
imagination to know what was going on -lucky that she was the sole occupant of
this floor.
The thrusts were
urgent and less than lovemaking it was more like mating. No finesse at all just
the search of pleasure.
The first time
was rushed, even though it appeased the urgent desires a bit it was simply not
enough. So, the soft kisses that were supposed to end the night actually lit another
fire, clothes flying everywhere now. She took off his vest and shirt,
unceremoniously throwing them somewhere. She vaguely saw one falling on the
sofa while the other landed on the coffee table? Maybe? She couldn’t be sure,
they were practically seeing nothing but they had memorized enough of the place
to direct themselves to the bedroom without needing the light, all the while not
taking their hands off each other.
He became
frustrated when working his hands on her buttons for some minutes now without
any result of it being taken off.
“Cara,” he
whispered warmly while kissing her temple, her hands on his belt shook, “do you
love that shirt of yours?”
Though he was
asking so gently, his hands were already roughly tearing at it and she couldn’t
even stop him for he took her lips, promising between kisses, “I’ll buy some
more for you.”
Damn the man, she
just bought those clothes the day before!
Apparently, he
got addicted to the sensation of tearing things apart and she could only assist
helplessly as her clothes were torn one after the other, “I’ll pay back every little thing. I so
desperately want to see you-”
She was having
none of it! The woman smacked his hands and took two steps back with a teasing smile
on her lips, she whispered, “relax, aren’t I here? Let us take this one slow.”
The only clothes
on her were her underwear and she deliberately took them off slowly letting her
tongue roamed on her lips to entice him further. Though not as fast as he
wished, she still ended up naked for his eyes to feast upon, “a goddess” he
whispered intoxicated.
She breathed in
and out, her breasts rising and falling under his gaze, her nipples hardening
some more. He approached and bent down, taking breast in his hands, caressing
it, his fingers traced her curve, roamed to her nipple and without warning
pinched her. Her breath hitched, he dipped his head, taking the other hardened
nipple in his mouth while pinching the first one still, she gasped.
The night went
on and on and they had very little sleep as though wishing to make up for the
three months and a half that they were separated. It seemed the man grew
creative during that short time they were miles away from one another and he
must have thought, long and hard about doing her for he changed their positions
and locations so much that at one point Amandine just felt like kicking him
away already. The living room, the bedroom, the bathroom and he woke up twice
that night to take her again. They really exhaust themselves that night and if
she was a smidge bit honest, he didn’t really wake up by himself the second
time. It had been a time since she last indulged herself so much.
***
Though they
tossed and turned for the good part of the night, exhausting every limb and
muscles of their bodies, Amandine’s biological clock still woke her up at five
thirty. It was early but the sky had already started to brighten, making the
surrounding more perceivable than the night before. The man beside her, deep in
slumber, had one arm wrapped around her waist. She smiled a bit at that. This
man who, before, couldn’t wait to leave the room once his business was done, actually
learned to be clingy. Well, apparently he was very much sated. Mindful not to
wake him up, she delicately took his arms off of her, slowly exited from the
blanket not making any brusque movement. He should be very tired, indeed. Even
without their nightly sports, he had had a long flight and considering the
jetlag, he hadn’t slept for over thirty-two hours.
Tiptoeing around,
she took her nightgown from the hanger and wore it. Stretching her sore body,
she let out a yawn, it was really the first time for her to be so sleepy after
waking up. Unhurriedly, she started picking the clothes they had discarded
everywhere the night before, in the bedroom, the corridor, the living room. When
her hands reached for her thorn shirt, she clacked her tongue in displeasure,
taking in the burst buttons. Really a brute! And she loved the design too.
She hung his
clothes to the corridor’s hanger and put hers in the bathroom’s basket to be
washed later. Her apartment neat and tidy once more she started humming a
random tone, opening her fridge to check what could be used for today’s
breakfast. Amandine’s fridge was full almost every day. Cooking was way easier
in this world and she had taken a liking to it. Her agent rarely let her do so
when she was supposed to model but it was relaxed now. It didn’t mean that she
cooked every day but she liked that if she had the urge, there would always be
the ingredients ready and with her agent’s nagging, there was just no way to do
so every day even if she wished to.
If she remembered
it right, Alexandros liked hard eggs with bacon. Since she was in a good mood,
she didn’t mind making him his favorites. Their relationship wasn’t half bad at
all. She quite liked it, a pity it wouldn’t last more. They were still in early
June and if memory served her right, they should be breaking up by mid
September or rather than say break up, it would be a one-sided decision on his
part to end their affairs. By then, the story would begin indeed. Aya, how she
would miss his body. He was really one of a kind.
Still humming,
she took the necessities from the fridge, putting them on the counter and while
she was at it, she also turned on the radio which was on the corner of the
counter. It was a bit early for the morning news, a song was playing and she
didn’t change the channel. Instead, she waved her hand in a semi-circle in front of
her and a transparent blue board appeared. While working on their breakfast,
she also checked the time to be sure. The sixteenth September, that was when
Amandine was supposed to receive the gift via the post.
Though Amandine
read about his life and that of his relatives over and over since her birth,
she didn’t really care all that much, for then, she wouldn’t be part of his life.
It would be a lie to say that she wouldn’t be disappointed once they were over
but since she knew the outcome, from the very beginning she hadn’t invested her
heart in that relationship. Why would she, when the item she was supposed to
take from this world was that very diamond necklace he was supposed to gift
her? It wasn’t any gift, mind you, but a parting gift. The break-up consolation fee, given via posting services. Not even face to face,
this man, wasn’t he quite a bit heartless? Not that they spoke words of love in
their relationship but still. Almost three years together, she deserved a bit more than that.
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