Terry - Temptation

                She leaned into the passenger seat to retrieve the bottle of wine she had brought. His eyes instinctively ventured to the sliver of skin exposed when the hem of her sweater lifted slightly. He licked his lips unthinkingly as he remembered his hands on that same flesh several nights earlier. How much he had longed to touch her, how his hands trembled slightly with the first contact with her bare skin, how the feeling of her beneath his hands was a million times better than he could ever have imagined.

                From the moment he first saw her he was smitten. They had shared a smile that first night across a room full of people who suddenly vanished when his eyes met hers. And then the night he first spoke to her, another event with far too many people thinking they were far too important. His shirt collar was itchy and he had wanted to leave hours earlier but Anna was having fun and he felt like he owed her for dragging her to so many events. He had walked to the bar for a drink, downing it in a single gulp in order to face another hour of pressing the flesh. When he had finally worked up the courage to return to the throng of people he slipped the bartender a tip and took a step towards the center of the room bumping into someone in the process.

“I’m sorry” he apologized, catching her arm.

“No, it’s my fault I wasn’t watching where I was go…” she lost her words when her brown eyes met his blue. She noticed the heat emanating from where his hand held her arm and the little flecks of grey in his eyes.

                He stared, lost in the chestnut eyes he had only previously seen from across the room, “I’m Tony” he managed to gather himself enough to speak.

“Kerry” she replied offering her hand and nearly fainting at the sensation when he took it in his. She found herself moving closer to him and hoping he didn’t let go of her hand.

“Nice to meet you Kerry” his lopsided grin made her knees weak, “Do you have a last name?”

“Washington” she blushed, their legs brushing against one another.

“I’ll remember that” his thumb ghosted over her knuckles causing the room to spin.

                After that night he vowed to do everything in his power to spend more time with the captivating, enigmatic woman with the soulful eyes.

“What?” she had retrieved the wine and now looked up at him quizzically.

                Tony cleared his throat, again focusing on her, “Shall we?” he caught her hand and they took several steps before she pulled him to a stop. He faced her, searching her countenance for a sign of what was bothering her.

                Kerry looked down at their fingers knitted together, wishing their relationship could be as simple as the intertwining of fingers and his hands touching her body as they did days earlier. She wanted to walk into the party holding his hand and snuggle close to him and whisper in his ear and kiss his lips, quickly, slowly, innocently, deeply.

“What’s wrong?” his free hand touched her cheek, his thumb lightly caressing her skin.

“Nothing” she lied barely raising her eyes to his.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again, this time a deep furrow shown on his brow.

“I hate that this has to be a secret……us” her voice was nearly inaudible but that did nothing to lessen the impact of her words. He immediately flashed back to several weeks before when they had found themselves alone and let their feelings get the best of them.

                From the night they first spoke they began to find every opportunity to spend together. Suddenly they were championing the same causes and attending the same parties, always finding a few minutes to steal away together. To the uninformed observer good friends, but lately they had been taking more chances, meeting in more public places. Every part of her calling to every part of him, every minute with her making him crave five more.

                They had managed to be seated at the same table during an awards dinner, Tony maneuvering place cards so she was sitting next to him. During dinner they talked closely, their thighs gently touching, hands brushing together. Tony barely paid attention to the winners being announced, more interested in Kerry, the way she sampled her dessert, the cool metal of the spoon sliding through her lips.

“What?” she blushed when she noticed him looking at her intently.

“Nothing” he smiled, quickly averting his gaze.

“Did you want a taste?” her voice held a measure of desire as she offered him the spoon with the crème brulee. He leaned closer, taking the spoon in his mouth, the creamy dessert melting on his tongue.

“Delicious” he breathed, though in that moment he wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the crème brulee or the lips he couldn’t drag his eyes away from. They were so close, close enough for him to feel her breath and smell her perfume.

                She felt his breath on her hand as he took the spoon in his mouth. She watched his eyes dance, wondering if he sensed the electricity between them. She licked her lips, wishing she could work up the nerve to touch her lips to his.

“You have a little something….” She giggled, reaching her finger to touch the corner of his mouth, wiping away an imaginary bead of custard.  The touch of her finger sent heat pulsing through him causing a tightening in his pants. Looking around the table, noticing everyone else focused on the emcee, he caught her wrist, pulling her finger between his lips, sucking gently.

                She felt the heat of his mouth surge through her, winding through her belly, down to her toes, and concentrating at the growing wetness between her thighs. She quickly pulled her hand back, a relieved whimper as his warm mouth left her flesh.

                That taste did him in, at that moment he knew he wanted, needed more. He prayed his lopsided grin didn’t betray his less than pure thoughts as the rest of the evening passed quickly amid comfortable conversation, gentle caresses, and lilting laughter.

“How about a nightcap?” he asked as they walked out into the spring air, the back of his fingers grazing hers.

“I’d like that” her cheeks pinked as he stood aside for her to slide into the backseat of the waiting car.

                They rode for quite a few minutes in silence, their hands barely touching as they lay in the space between them. He glanced in her direction several times, trying to catch her gaze. She felt the heat of his stare, suddenly conscious of the ebb and flow of her breath and the brush of his hand against hers. She slid almost imperceptibly closer to him, their knees grazing. His body prickled at the contact and he moved ever closer, their hands now resting on their joined thighs.

                He lifted his left hand to brush his fingers along her cheek, tucking one of her perfect curls behind her ear. There she was, a matter of inches away, perfect neck exposed to him, lips glistening. Before he could think further she turned, her brown eyes gazing into his deep blue orbs.

“Tony…” she glanced at his lips then back to his eyes.

“Kerry…” like a song from deep within him. Neither was sure who moved first but suddenly their lips met, tentatively at first, each sampling the other, memorizing each contour. His large hand cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, easing his tongue past her lips.

                The sensation of his tongue passing her lips brought her hand to run through his curls, holding his mouth against hers. She sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth, a deep growl rising from him. She had waited months for this moment, kissing him, losing herself in his arms, his lips, his scent. Then his lips were on her neck and her jaw, sampling the skin, silently comparing the taste of her mouth, her ear, her neck.

                He couldn’t believe he was kissing her, tasting her lips, touching her face. She tasted like custard and wine, desire and passion, like nothing he’d ever experienced before nor likely ever would again. The strain in his pants was insufferable, seemingly connected directly to every point on his body she made contact with.

                They had parted that night, having kissed for long minutes, with a promise to discuss their situation and make a plan. All he knew was that he wouldn’t last long without tasting her again.

“How about we talk about things after dinner” he offered taking her hand as he rang the doorbell.

“Kerry, Tony,” smiled Jeff opening the door, “Come in, dinner is just about ready.”

                Tony and Jeff shook hands then Jeff turned to hug Kerry.

“For you” she smiled offering the bottle of wine.

“Great, thanks” he enthused, accepting the bottle and leading them in the direction of the kitchen.

They talked with the other dinner guests, trading secret smiles and brief gazes between them. When dinner was served Tony rushed to pull out her chair then slid his chair close to hers, close enough for their thighs to touch beneath the table. During the meal hands skimmed over thighs and fingers intertwined briefly, their bodies speaking the words they couldn’t say.

After what seemed like an excruciatingly long meal the group moved to the deck. Kerry smiled sweetly as Jeff handed her a glass of wine, wondering how early was too early to leave. Their arms touched as she settled back in her chair, his skin nearly scorching from the contact. She swallowed hard and crossed her legs, drawing his eye to where they disappeared beneath her impossibly short skirt. He cleared his throat and took another gulp from his wine glass, relishing the feeling of the alcohol gliding down his throat.

He stood, carrying his glass to the kitchen. When he reached the sink he heard the French doors open and close behind him, every part of his being knowing it was her. He turned just as she moved close to him, pressing her entire body along his and touching her lips lightly to his.

The contact sent his head spinning as he cupped her face in his hands.

“Take me home, Tony” she breathed between kisses and he felt his breath catch. He wasn’t sure exactly how but in a blur they had said their goodbyes and found their way to the car. He opened her door, placing a sweet kiss on her lips before gently closing it and hurrying to the driver’s side.

“Dinner was delicious” he remarked as he started the car.

“Are you nervous?” she nearly giggled, her hand tempting his thigh.

“No” he choked, mentally calculating whether her house or his was closer, needing to have her in his arms. As he put the car in gear he looked over at the petite beauty in the passenger seat, that same sliver of skin exposed, the feel of her skin under his hands several nights earlier vaulting to his mind.

They found themselves alone after a party, sitting on a couch, chatting like old friends. They had flirted, even kissed on several occasions, but this night was different. The way she touched his leg, heat snaking its way through his body, how close she was sitting, her lips pink, plump, and oh so kissable. He had planned on just another kiss, how he loved the taste of her lips, but something happened when their lips met. Her hands were in his curls and her tongue pressing into his mouth, his hands searched out the hem of her sweater, eager to feel her warm flesh. Her hands had somehow found their way beneath his shirt and the feel of her hands on his body was nothing short of bliss. He tasted her neck, her jaw, her dainty earlobes, nearly panting when her fingers then her mouth found his ear. How had she found his spot in a matter of minutes when his wife couldn’t find it in nearly thirty years?

“Tony, we can’t” she managed to whisper

                He pulled back, looking intensely into her eyes, “I know. It’s the timing….I’m married….I don’t want to put you in that position…”

“No, just not here, not like this…” the words were a mere whisper but they breathed new life into him. He hadn’t been imagining it, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He gathered her against his side, his lips against her hair, hand running along the skin of her back beneath her shirt. They sat like that for long minutes until they regretfully parted, home to their empty beds.

                The movement of her hand further up his thigh brought him back to the present, back to her coy smile, her fitted sweater, her perfect legs, her glistening lips.  She watched him drive, his grip on the steering wheel, his thigh flexing as he pressed on the gas, willing him to drive faster.

                Anxiety set in as he pulled the car into the driveway and walked briskly to open her door. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed the car door closed. He took a deep breath, unable to recall a time that the prospect of sex had ever made him so nervous. But this was different, this was his true love, the woman he’d searched for, this was perfection, this was Kerry.

                Sensing his anxiety she took his hand, intertwining their fingers, her thumb brushing lightly against his skin. He fumbled for his keys, taking another deep breath to regain his composure, then the door was unlocked and they were inside and his lips pressed to hers, all evidence of his nervousness evaporating in their kiss.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he panted between kisses.

“Sure” she reluctantly pulled back as they moved into the living room.

                He disappeared into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “Make yourself at home. Put on some music if you want.”

                She flipped through his Spotify account finally settling on a playlist he had named “Los Angeles” and pressed play. He returned with two glasses of wine, taking a seat next to her as the music began to play. She took several sips of her wine then set the glass down, turning to angle her body towards his, her fingers teasing the buttons on the front of his shirt. His eyes slid closed at the sensation of her dainty hand on his chest. She smiled at the obvious effect she had upon him, licking her lips as she moved her mouth closer to his ear.

                He felt her breath along his neck then her teeth graze his ear and the most seductive tone leave her lips, “Let’s go to bed”

                Every inch of his body bristled at attention, his breathing increasing, his hand sliding to her lower back beneath her sweater. They stood and he led her up the stairs to his bedroom, watching her kick off one shoe then the other as she neared the bed. She turned to face him, her fingers in his belt loops pulling him towards her.

                He looked down at the petite beauty before him, breathing quickly, cheeks flushed, pulling her bottom lips between her teeth. He reached for her sweater, pulling it easily over her head and tossing it aside, gasping as her perfect body was revealed to him.

                She grinned, unbuttoning his shirt and running her palms along his muscular chest, “You like?”

“I love” he growled reaching for the zipper on her skirt, allowing it to float down her thighs into a heap at her feet. She nimbly removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, watching them join her skirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, knowing he was nearing the point of no return, praying she wouldn’t change her mind.

                She nodded, “I’m pos….” before she could get the words out of her mouth he was kissing her, deeply, desperately, deliciously.

                He lifted her onto the bed, sliding his boxers down his thighs before climbing next to her. Their lips melded together, tongues exploring, acquainting themselves with every inch of the other’s mouth. She took his hand, guiding it to her satin covered wetness, feeling his erection press against her side as his fingers ventured through her folds.

“Tony” a soft moan resonated from her and she gripped his length, stroking gently at first then picking up her pace.

“Jesus Kerry” he panted against the curve of her neck pushing her panties down her legs and off the bed. He used his free hand to unhook her bra then slid it down her arms, inhaling sharply when her breasts fell free.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes upon when she was fully clothed, but naked and vulnerable in front of him, she was simply exquisite. He sat back on his heels, taking in her beauty as she looked up at him.

“What’s the matter?” she panted when he seemed to have stopped. Had he changed his mind? Maybe he didn’t want her the way she wanted him. She shivered, suddenly growing chilly.

“Not a thing” his voice warmed her immediately as he scooted her up to the pillows and moved over her, “I just can’t believe how lucky I am”

                She felt tears prick the corner of her eyes and quickly pulled his mouth down to hers, releasing every emotion into his mouth and deep into his soul. A near growl moved through him and thundered against her neck as he tentatively pushed into her.

“Oh Tony” her head thrown back in passion, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour the exposed skin of her neck as the song coming through the Crutchfield speakers changed.

If it were the real me and you

This wouldn’t be the right thing to do

Now the room is so hazy, we’re too lost in the fumes

                His hands moved along her sides, wanting to feel every inch of her, along her arms, then intertwining their fingers above her head. She braced herself, gripping his hands as he slid further into her, stilling for a moment until they were both accustomed to the fit.

I feel like it’s just me and you

Yeah we got nothing to lose

It’s too late to run away from it all

It’s too late to get away from it all

I’m done with running so I give in to you

                He took a deep breath, swallowing hard, as the feeling of her gripping him threatened to make him lose control. When he looked down into her face her eyes were dark with sparkling gold flecks, willing, waiting, expectant. He moved his mouth to touch hers as he stroked slowly in and out of her, tongues dancing together, their pace quickening, hands gripping one another.

                When he released her hands they flew to his curls, gripping, pulling, scraping his scalp. His hands cupped her breasts, running her taught nipples through his fingers, then down to her ass where he steadied her for his increased pace.

“You’re so gorgeous” he panted between kisses on her jaw, her fingers rubbing his ears, forcing him to concentrate on each deliberate stroke.

Oh you take me to nirvana

I don’t think this will last

But you’re here in my arms

                She marveled at the feeling of his weight upon her, centering her, making her feel every part of him as he possessed her. Between kisses they looked into one another’s eyes, almost a more intimate experience than what was occurring between their bodies. She gripped his shoulders, dragged her nails down his back, needing him closer, never wanting the pleasure to end.

“Faster” she whispered against his reddened ear and felt him shiver with desire as he increased his pace. Longer, deeper, faster he stroked feeling himself hurtling towards oblivion, concentrating on the freckle on her collarbone and the red mark he’d left on her neck.

We’re in this together, we don’t know who we are

Even if it’s moving too fast

Baby we should take it too far

                She wrapped her legs around him, needing him deeper, her hands steadying his face above hers. She watched intently as he moved above her, not noticing the movement of his hand until his fingers met her bundle of nerves, branding his name. She felt her eyes sliding closed.

“Look at me Kerry” his voice was gruff and her eyes flew open in obedience, the sparks of pleasure singeing every nerve. He moved faster and faster, a tortuous assault on her body, until she didn’t think she could bear another second then with one final flick of his hand she tumbled over the edge with a cry of his name.

“Beautiful” he whispered against her lips, kissing her, eyes open, hands playing in her curls. She ground her hips against him, rising up to meet his strokes, sensing he was close. 

Oh you take me to nirvana

I don’t think this will last

But you’re here in my arms

                She pulled his ear to her mouth, running her tongue along his earlobe then biting lightly, “Cum for me Tony”. She barely finished the sentence before he came hard, spilling into her, breathing her name.

                They lay together, hands moving over damp skin, he kissed her eyelids and her temple, she stroked his ears and tangled her fingers in his curls. If she had to guess this was as close to perfection as life would ever get.

                She shivered, the cool air coming through the window chilling her moist dewy skin. He shifted to pull the covers over them and pulled her closer against him. She traced the muscles of his abdomen with her finger as they looked into one another’s eyes.

“I am the luckiest man on the planet” he whispered.

                She smiled shyly and buried her head in his chest, placing light kisses there, “I love you” she breathed against his skin.