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I smile, "It's improving."
As the night deepens, our defenses lower. Once stifled by mistrust, our conversation now flows, punctuated by laughter and lingering glances. The distance between us narrows, replaced by a
confusing yet budding connection.
Evan says, breaking one of our many silences, "I've been watching you for a while. There's something about you."
I chuckle, a bit embarrassed. "Why? I'm simply... me."
"To me, you're much more than simply 'you'," he counters, his eyes holding a promise of more nights like this one.
The evening blurs, our conversation growing more intimate, our proximity closing with each passing moment. Like a moth irresistibly drawn to a flame, I can no longer deny the attraction I feel toward him.
We leave the club, the night air crisp against my skin. My new apartment is a stone's throw away. He walks beside me, our fingers brushing against each other. When we reach the entrance, he stops, stares at me with that smoldering gaze, and whispers, "May I?"
I nod, unable to trust my voice, and let him inside.
The space of my apartment welcomes us, faint moonlight streaming through the half-open curtains. He pauses, scanning the room before our eyes lock and any lingering uncertainty fades. The air thickens as I lead him to the plush loveseat in the center.
We sit, the space between us electric. It's not long before Evan bridges that gap. He leans closer, tilting my chin up, his lips brushing mine. A shiver runs down my spine, and I can't help but lean into the kiss. It's soft at first, tentative, but then deepens, becomes hungrier, more desperate.
His hand trails up my arm, sending goosebumps in its wake before it rests on my neck, his thumb brushing my jawline. My hands are tentative, starting at his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath the fabric before winding around his neck, drawing him closer.
A rush of thoughts floods my mind:Does he feel the same intensity? The same undeniable pull?As I am, Evan is searching for an answer with every caress and kiss.
He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against mine. "Isabella," he utters softly, and there's so much emotion in that one word.
I pull him back, deepening our embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair. There's a rhythm to our movements now - a dance of lips and hands, of sighs and soft moans. We navigate the terrain of each other's bodies, exploring and savoring each discovery.
Evan's touch is gentle and insistent, lowering the straps from my jumpsuit and bra, undressing me like a subject about to be painted. His fingers trace patterns on my skin, making me aware of every sensation. And I reciprocate, my own touches filled with curiosity and wonder. There's a thrill in each gasp, every shiver he elicits.
The moments turn into a haze of passion. The kisses are deep as I harbor him close while riding his cock. I make circles with my hips, and then he starts bucking me up and down while holding my waist. He flips me over on my back while his arms brace himself on the bed beside me. As his stubble tickles my face, I graze his beautifully tanned, strong arms. I caress his perfect ass cheeks as I feel them coming closer.
The deep kisses begin again as he starts to slip his rock-hard member into my wet caverns. He teases me with the head of his cock, slightly penetrating me. "Mmm, slide it in. I want you all the way."
The intensity becomes faster as friction builds between us. I start to feel that tingle, and by the expression on his face, he senses it too. We intensely orgasm together, releasing our juices into each other.
Our breaths begin to steady, our touches grow softer, more tender. We lay there, skin on skin, the afterglow of the night enveloping us. The intensity of earlier fades into contented sighs and shared smiles. This is like a dream that I don't want to wake up from.Is this a dream?
Does he genuinely find me attractive, or is it only the thrill of the chase? I'm not deluding myself into believing this is anything beyond a one-night encounter. He’s a stern, judgemental businessman one minute and flirty the next.Player. While I understand the night might be fleeting, wrapped in Evan's embrace right now, it's like an eternity.
He leaves with a soft kiss and a promise to call, but I know better than to expect it. As the door closes behind him, I let out a deep breath, the memories of the night etched forever in my heart.
As I expected, he slips out while he thinks I’m sleeping. I vaguely sense a kiss on my head but am unsure if it’s a dream. Either way, it gives me the warm fuzzies.
Whatever happens next, this was a night I'll never forget.
Chapter six
Erosion and Exposure
AfterEvanleavesfromwhat was probably the best night of my life, astral travel takes over during my slumber. I find myself on a shoreline. Opaque, navy tides nip at my feet while I sit on the sand. I can’t tell if I am on an island, but if I am, the ends are impossible to see. Fog clouds my peripheral, and all I see is the terrifyingly vast ocean in front of me. The sand begins to erode faster and faster; my paralyzed body is pulled into the waves. Disgustingly thick water enters my lungs and blurs my vision—a taunting death.
The rest of me slips under the rippling surface. It is strangely tranquil. Somehow, I'm not dead, but the calm ends when the cold touch of scaly tentacles runs up my leg. It continues enveloping me,
strangling my limbs. To my horror, the tendrils don’t come from an octopus or a squid. The long, invading arms sprout from a blurry black cloud, a vague face behind the dark void. Its eyes stare back into mine—the edge of a jaw, the fluff of hair. Stop. The last thing I need ishiminvading my sleep. Can't I have one incredibly delightful evening withouthimfucking it up?
Hepulls me closer.
