I Love The Way You Love Me

She thought about him day and night - more at night though, if she were completely honest with herself.  She thought of running the palms of her hands up and down his smooth, strong arms, soaking up the hard, raw strength of his chest. She loved the feel of him, of all of him. She luxuriated in running her fingers through his dark hair, teasing and tugging gently at the bits on the nape of his neck. He liked that too, if you were to judge by his reaction. His growl in response, as his eyes rolled back behind his eyelids, always prefaced a retaliatory attack on her senses. That was when things would inevitably escalate and envelope them both in that fiery whirlwind called passion.

He loved her thoroughly, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. True, he didn't always go in order from top to bottom or vice-versa, but he never left a single square inch of her body ignored. What might start out as a soothing foot or neck massage would turn into a caress, to light kisses dropped all over her shoulders, neck and upper back. He would pull her hair back gently and whisper love words to her as he kissed even her ears. He would tell her how beautiful he found her, how much she pleased him, how lucky he was to have such a beautiful woman in his arms. Their kiss was unhurried, lingering and savoring every sensation, taste and reaction. Her arms would wrap around his neck, his around her waist, as the kiss deepened. That one small tug on his hair was all it ever took to take things farther. Clothes would go flying in every direction in their desperate pursuit of intimacy. His hands would slide down over her hips, then around to cup her smooth buttocks in each of his strong hands. He would lift her onto his lap, having her straddle him. His hands would then move instead to her breasts - so perfect they were, filling his hands, and so warm and exquisitely soft. She made sure to keep his mouth occupied with hers until he could no longer stand it. He couldn't resist those nipples of hers, the rosey pink seemed to call out for his attention, straining against his fingers. He ducked his head down and obligingly captured one in his mouth. Such sweetness! She would arch in his arms, instinctively giving him even better access to her chest. He would nuzzle the sweet valley between her two breasts, bestowing a kiss or two there before turning his attention to her other breast.

By this point, she would already be writhing in his arms, eager for what was ahead for them. Lightly spreading his kisses down her belly, nipping and licking as he went, he made his way down to her woman's flesh. His hands went ahead of him, preparing the way. Before his mouth ever even arrived, his fingers were stirring her into a frenzy. And she was ready, so hot and wet, just for him. His sex swelled even more at the feel of her tightness, the muscles squeezing around his fingers. He dropped his head and laid the lightest, sweetest kiss on her pink flesh, and she shuddered with that experience alone.

She would scream for him before they were done.

He set himself to his task more diligently at that point, anchoring her down with one arm while he explored her depths with his other hand. His mouth embraced her; his tongue stroked her and caressed her. She was moaning and whimpering in her pleasure thus far. So close... He couldn't wait any longer, his sex was so painfully swollen. He sat up on his knees, kneeling between her thighs as he lifted her hips and thrust deep into her with one swift stroke. He was motionless for a moment, reveling in the tight heat that surrounded him. He was so deep inside her, he could swear he could feel her womb. It stirred him back into motion. He took his thrusts slowly and deliberately, withdrawing almost entirely before pumping back into her. Her moans and whimpers had changed to cries of impatience, as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Her hands stroked wildly up and down his back, his buttocks, digging into his shoulders, urging him on.

And on he would go, deeper and more forcefully each time. Her fingernails scored the skin on his back as she clung to him. The bed would rock wildly, knocking against the wall, undoubtedly ruining the paint. Neither of them would have cared, even if they had noticed. As he took her farther and farther, her cries grew louder and louder. He kissed her once again, expressing every ounce of the passion he was feeling through that kiss. She moaned loudly even through the kiss, and he released her mouth in time to hear her scream his name as she climaxed. She felt herself, her entire perception of reality, shatter as the onslaught of pleasure took her breath away. He watched her face, watched her eyes widen and glaze over before rolling back behind her eyelids. Only when her screams began to die down would he take his own release, throwing his head back and roaring with her and with the power of it.

He would then collapse over her, as they both struggled to catch their breath and ease their wildly beating hearts. Making love with him was invigorating, and she never wanted to let him go. She loved the way he loved her.

Untitled, Chapter 5

            The rest of the evening passed with relative ease for Dyanne and her dinner companion.  It was a marvelous meal – one that Dyanne would never have dreamt of enjoying on her own, or even with Evan.  But with Xavier?  He seemed to ooze wealth and confidence.  Despite her unfamiliar surroundings, Dyanne found it would be easy to get comfortable both with his company and with his lifestyle.

            Xavier returned her home safely before ten o’clock.  They had spent only a small portion of the evening actually eating at the restaurant, then had taken a small stroll around the block to continue their conversation.  Xavier seemed eager to learn all about her: her favorite color, her friends, her family, her past, everything.  She couldn’t deny that she was curious about him too, but enjoyed answering his questions for her more.  Dyanne had been married for nearly two years, and she now couldn’t think of any questions Evan would have for her, or her for him, that they didn’t both already know the answer to.  They had grown so accustomed to each other, that it was a thrill for Dyanne to meet someone new.  The process was exhilarating to her.

            But now, the evening was drawing to an end.  They had pulled into her driveway, and Xavier was standing outside her side of the car, opening the car door for her.  He had such a polished air, she couldn’t help but noticing.

            “May I walk you to your door?” he asked her, offering his hand to her to help her out of the car.  She sat there stupidly for a moment, gawking at him, before gladly accepting his hand.

            “So…do you take every acquaintance you make at grocery stores out for a night of fine dining?” she asked, trying to put a note of teasing into her voice.  She felt so out of her league with him.

            He glanced at her sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips.  “Only the young, attractive women.”

            Her jaw dropped.  Just slightly, but it was enough that she was sure he had to have noticed.  Goodness, you’d think she were a junior high schoolgirl, the way she was flushing at his every glance and word.

            They arrived at her door.  She pulled out her house keys, and tried to fumble her way through a “thank you”.  She kept her eyes very carefully lowered, away from meeting his gaze.  Every time she saw his eyes, she saw him trying to stare straight through to her soul.  There was no way she could form a coherent thought while facing that kind of scrutiny.  Even without actually meeting his gaze, she could still feel his eyes on her.

            That much alone made it difficult to think clearly.

            “I had…  I mean, that was… Err, thank you.  Tonight was…”

            “Dyanne.”

            She made the mistake of looking up into his eyes.  As she should have known, he was attempting to bore through her gaze, into her innermost thoughts.

            “Dyanne, I asked you to dinner tonight with me not simply because I found you to be an attractive young woman.  I do find you very attractive, but I could have found three other attractive women at the very same grocery store the day that I met you.”  He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, ensuring that her gaze was locked with his.  “But I wasn’t solely intrigued by your good looks.  It was your mind, your…essence.  You are a very beautiful woman, Dyanne, inside and out.”

            He drew her closer to him, simply by the gentle hold he had on her chin.  Her gaze lowered from his deep, dark eyes to his mouth.  His lips were slightly parted, and with a glance to his eyes once more, Dyanne could see he was looking at her mouth too.  Oh my god, she thought.  He wants to kiss me!

            Even as she came upon this thought, she couldn’t tear herself away from his hold.  She simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.  She was captivated.

            Xavier came close enough to nearly be able to do so, and closed his eyes as if in preparation for the final act.  Dyanne remained frozen in place, eyes wide as saucers, as though she were caught off-guard with the entire situation – which she was.  She knew it would be wrong to kiss him – she was married, after all – but she still couldn’t quite convince her body of this idea, despite her love for her husband.  She did love him.

            Didn’t she?

            Xavier paused just as their noses were beginning to touch.  It was as though the close, intimate, physical contact all of a sudden made him realize what he was doing.  He sighed audibly before turning to kiss her cheek instead.

            Dyanne almost sighed herself, with disappointment.  Her brain had turned to mush.

            He drew back from her, but took hold of her hands instead.  His hands were warm, she noticed, and strong.  “Dyanne.”  He said her name softly, almost like another sigh.  She wanted to melt in his arms.

            What was wrong with her?

            “Beautiful Dyanne,” he whispered.  “I would love to see you again, if  you would allow it.”  He looked down to her hands, enfolded in his own.  His thumb gently traced over her knuckles, back and forth, as he spoke.  “There is a business gathering coming up this Tuesday.  A cocktail party being held in honor of a prominent book release.  I, as the executive director of the publishing firm, am required to attend.  I was going to simply have my secretary accompany me, but I hope that will prove to be unnecessary.”  He raised his eyes to meet hers once again.  There was a confident gleam in his eyes as he looked into hers.  “Dyanne, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to this cocktail party?  I would, of course, provide you with suitable attire, as well as arrange transportation for the both of us.  All you would have to do is go along with me.”  His fingers came up to grasp her chin, tilting her head up to look at him more directly.  “Dyanne, say yes.”

            Her brain was still mush, and only became more muddy with his gaze so intently, admiringly, focused on her face.  She couldn’t have formed a complete sentence if her life depended on it, and she continued to stand there: stock-still, eyes wide, mouth gaping, breathing unsteadily.  It was a good thing she didn’t need to think through an entire sentence – only a single word.

            “Yes,” she said, with the little breath she had left.

            Xavier beamed, his eyes lighting up to a color similar to chocolate.  “Thank you, Dyanne.”  He leaned in to give her another quick kiss on the cheek.  “I will see you on Tuesday then.  Good night.”  And he left with nothing more than a wave.  Dyanne went inside, closed the door, and leaned back upon it before sinking to the floor.

            What sort of wild fantasy was this, anyway?