The elevator dinged. The doors slid open.
Hushed voices carried out. A low breathy laugh. He pulled her closer by the waist as they made their way. His lips coming close to her ear as he murmured something. She bit back a smile, leaning her weight against his frame. A hand sliding up his chest. His breath on her temple. Making its way down as he softly nibbled her ear. Her hand gave a shy push. Earning a throaty laugh from him.
Their steps slowed down. 2412. This was them.
Her hands slid off him. Something he didn't like. She rolled her eyes at him. Her lips curling into a smile as she produced the keycard from her purse. Her back was suddenly on the door as he trapped her against it. The keycard falling to the floor. A teasing remark was cut short as his softened gazed roamed all over her face. Her heart couldn't take it but she didn't want him to stop.
He cupped her jaw, his thumb softly stroking her skin. His eyes lingered on her lips and slowly went to her eyes once more. The way he was looking at her made her breath catch. He slowly leaned forward; her lips tingling with anticipation. His lips brushed hers slightly. Their gazes meeting again. The momentary contact sending a myriad of emotions through them. He longed to taste her once again and swooped down. Her eyes slowly closed with the sensation. The sighs escaped from her parted lips as their kiss deepened. Her hands slid up his chest, going around his neck. His hand slid down, locking on her waist as he pulled her to him tight.
He kissed her long and soft. His lips tasting every inch of hers. Making her weak in the knees. A soft whimper escaped her throat. As if mirroring the overwhelming emotions that were threatening to burst out of her if she doesn't stop this. But she didn't have the strength to fight it right now... All she could feel, all she wanted to feel was him as she molded her body to his. He whispered her name achingly against her lips. And in that moment, whatever he wanted from her, it was his. All his.
But a tutting sound broke the moment. Their lips reluctantly parted. Their breaths shot as they turned towards the sound. An old couple were making their way down the hall. The husband's bushy brows in a condescending frown while his wife was looking as giddy as a schoolgirl in love. They remained motionless as the couple walked past them. Time seemed to have stood still for them as they were taking their time. The tutting finally past them now, the wife then looked back, gave them a wink and covered her mouth as a soft giggle escaped from her.
They stood there staring at the now empty spots. Their eyes then met. And mirth filled them in seconds. Feeling like a couple of caught highschoolers themselves. It was cute and refreshing. She leaned against the door, still feeling a little light-headed as she tried not to laugh too loud. He doing the same, although masking a resigned sigh as his eyes fell on her. She bent down and scooped up their key. She pushed the door open, her heart suddenly drum-rolling; the high she was feeling gradually waning. The thoughts and impulses just seconds ago without a doubt a big concern. She kept her back to him as she made her way inside, collecting herself. She can't lose control now. She just can't. But he just makes it so damn hard. Too lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realized how quiet he'd become. She was about to turn around when she was pulled against him from behind. His arms engulfed her as his lips pressed against the curve of her neck. He didn't say anything as they stood there a while. Though she knew she didn't want to hear it too. An invitation to take a shower was whispered to draw him out of his dangerous musings.
Her voice turned a little husky as she turned to him. She started taking off his jacket and he stopped her. Her hands in his. Her whole being was starting to panic as he gave them a light squeeze. Her name was on his lips again. She tried to dismiss the fact she likes hearing it like that. And his tone said it all. He was going to say something that can change everything. His lips opened once more and she suddenly grabbed him by the collar, her lips crashing into his.
She kissed him hungrily, her hands pulling out his shirt, his belt almost undone. Her tongue urged him to welcome her. Her hands distracting him further. This was all that is between them. Nothing but carnal desire. That was it... That was it...
But he had something different in mind. As her lips ravished his, his kisses in turn were still soft, still tender. Showing her a different kind of passion. She tried not to be taken in. Her lips losing the fight. She opened her eyes slowly, not moving anymore. The way he was gazing down at her made her ache. His lips coaxing her to let him in. To surrender to what they have. Give in to this between them that's long been obvious.
He suddenly stopped, his lips just inches away from hers. His breath she could feel. Waiting for her answer.
Their lips hovered each other's. Her gaze locked with his. Her breathing had gone shaky. Something inside her hurt so much as she fought it. And in a split second's moment what he saw in her eyes next shook him to the the core. Her lips inched closer, almost shyly. And he soon became powerless as her lips came to him so gently.
He stifled a moan as he enveloped her. He can finally have her. All of her. As she threw aside her apprehensions, her fear of pouring everything into their stolen moments... Losing herself in him. Body and soul. Each caress, every sigh and sound, her tender need for him... It was everything he was waiting for...
As everything slipped away, their bodies collided... Craving every inch... Tasting every breath... Never were they close enough...
He needed her.
The pounding was in his ears.
God, how he needed her...
A soft gasp came from her as he took her; further heightening his senses. He held her close to his heart. The steady rhythm rocking them now belying racing heartbeats that unmasked the depth of the emotions coursing through...
They clung to each other... Their senses overwhelming... Calling to each other...
The night's promises just beginning...
**
She stirred in her sleep and slowly lifted her head. Squinting, she looked over at the clock. 5:30AM. The sudden deflated feeling was cast aside immediately. She then looked down. He was still fast asleep. Looking so peaceful. She wanted that too... Inoue Mao then laid her head back down and breathed him in.
There were only a few hours left for them.
And she never expected to feel this disheartened. Something she shouldn't be feeling at all. Because she had been very clear on how things will be when they started this.
But...
She slowly propped herself up again to have a better view of him, hugging the sheets closer to her. She was careful; afraid to wake him up. But his sleep was too deep. A languid smile then formed her lips. She herself was feeling deliciously spent. She extended a finger and lovingly traced the line of his jaw. Up towards his cheekbone then brushing it against his long lashes. It stayed there a while as she thought of his gazes. She wanted to stay in them. It just felt right... The smooth bridge of his nose under her fingertip; she gave it a slight pinch, grinning. And then held her breath, waiting to see if he'd felt that. No reaction. Her finger moved again and stopped on her favorite part. His lips. She bit her lip as if trying to stop herself from planting a kiss. Or from biting them. Pushing back the memories of how they moved over hers.
What was she doing? She hung her head. She peeked back at him. This isn't the first time she's woken up just to take him all in. She's definitely on her way to becoming a top pervert. She licked her lips as her eyes enjoyed the expanse of his bare skin.
Ugh. No, it wasn't just that. Her fingers raked her hair; ignoring the warmth spreading through her again.
He just can't know how much he affects her... And what's going through her right now he can't ever know. But somehow that may have been compromised earlier as she was unable to hold back... How could she have let him draw her out like that...? Her face turned hot. It wasn't as if it had been their first night. But the poignant tenderness between them just washed over her... And in that moment, she had never felt so free. Free to show him... Show him what he was making her feel. Show him she didn't want to let go...
Which was stupid, reckless and could very well have the effect she may never be able to control. This should stop.
Something she keeps telling herself over and over again. Telling herself it will be the last time. No more. And then she finds herself unable to say it as her heart looks forward to seeing him again...
And because of that it came to this.
She knew what to do in the morning though. Just dismiss this as another one of their trysts. She may have to work extra hard this time but for now... she just wanted her time with him... Trying to make up for all those times she's kept it all in... Her eyes softened at him... A hint of sadness in them. Perhaps this is also her way of saying goodbye to him properly...
Because come morning, she's going to push him away again... She has to... It was the only way she believes she can keep him...
She slowly leaned forward. Her lips brushed his ever so gently, her heart squeezing. She then gingerly laid her head back down, her hands sliding across his chest, pressing closer. His scent lulling her into a relaxed state. Her eyes were gradually getting heavy. Her lips brushed his skin lightly; the time in front of her once more. She was drifting off.
Only a few more hours and she's back to pretending...
