AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Desdemona closed her eyes and gave in to the music, not even caring that his smoke surrounded her head as if she were in a cloud as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned back. “It’s so haunting. So delicate. Hopeful and sad all at once,” she whispered. “It’s like the pianist is barely touching the keys. Barely stroking them. So gentle. I just love it. And then the middle—this part right here—is like a beautiful storm that sudden erupts as he pounds the keys a little harder and picks up the pace. Do you hear it?”
“I hear it,” he agreed.
The music ended, and she released a satisfied breath as she eyed him through the smoke and shook her head. “Play it again,” she requested. “Please.”
He did. Several times.
She enjoyed the music and he his blunt as they embraced or kissed or just stared at each other.
* * *
Lo closed his eyes and moaned. “So, we’re just pretending it’s not Valentine’s?” he asked, opening one eye to peek at her.
She tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling, avoiding his look. “Yes,” she said lightly. “I have never celebrated V-Day before and I don’t plan to.”
“You’ve never had me in your life before.”
The feel of cool metal on her chest and his warm fingers at the back of her neck caused her to look down at the necklace he had just fastened around her neck. Dangling from it was a small but beautiful 3-D butterfly charm. She stroked it with her thumb.
“Don’t think of it as a Valentine’s—”
She gave him a meaningful look.
“V-Day,” Lo stressed, correcting himself. “Don’t think of it as a V-Day gift. I know you’re not my girl and never want to be. We’re friends and I’m grateful for your help. There are different kinds of love to be celebrated this day, even friendship. So happy V-Day,friend.”
“Thank you for my very first V-Day gift ever,” Desdemona said with meaning, locking her eyes with his as she pressed her hands to his face and leaned in to kiss him. “Friend.”
They laughed together. Softly. Warmly.
He kissed her. “With benefits?” he asked, his words touching her lips.
She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. “Oh, yes,” she assured him.
“Good.”
“Good?” she asked.
“Great,” he said, sucking her bottom lip.
She shivered. “I agree.”
They laughed together and kissed as Loren turned his body to press hers down onto the bed. He left her just long enough to slowly remove his clothing as he eyed her body stretched out on his bed. When he pressed a knee to the bed between her legs, she spread them long enough to welcome his weight down atop hers, her heels digging into the flesh of his buttocks and her hands twisting in his hair. The streetlight outside illuminated them as he entered her smoothly and swiftly. She gasped into his open mouth at the feel of him stroking against her walls with a slowness that was addictive.
Their breaths were panted.
Their eyes locked on each other.
Their hearts pounded wildly.
Stroke by stroke by stroke.
She circled her hips and matched his rhythm. “Lo,” she sighed, lightly biting his shoulder.
“Say my name again,” he demanded, raising up to look down at her, the rapture on her face like a wild animal’s with the intensity of a hunter on its prey.
“Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo, Lo,” she moaned, biting her lip as she met his stare.
Their chemistry was off the charts, and nothing at all what she had expected as they shared kisses and whispered praises as they made love. Slowly. Deeply.
