It’s 2:02am and the hotel sheets are expensive.
I’m waiting for him. I’ve fretted for three hours in this bed, in the dark, on these high thread count sheets, in a black bra and panties. Three hours.
His flight should have landed hours ago but I stop myself from calling the airline.
He gave me explicit instructions. He wants to find me in bed when he walks into the room.
So I wait for him in silence and the bed is beginning to feel like an island.
Mercifully, ten minutes later, I sleep.
Click. Click. Snick.
Waking up on my stomach, my heart beats so hard I slide my hand to my chest.
But I keep my eyes closed because I know he is in the room with me.
I hear him put something down and I hear him taking off his clothes. I don’t hear him breathing and I can’t smell him yet but I know it’s our time. Finally, my time with him.
Many weeks of him in my head. Imagining him next to me when I fall asleep. Wondering what he smells like. What he tastes like. What his skin feels like. What he looks like when he sleeps, when he wakes up, when he smiles, when he laughs, when he eats, when he cums.
And the guilt is pushed all aside because I want him that badly.
The mattress gives under his weight and I’m shivering now.
Trembling.
The sheet is jerked away and the secret girl muscles inside me clench and twitch. I press my hand harder to my chest.
His hand touches my hip and I jump.
It’s the first time he’s ever touched me.
Grabbing my hip, he pulls me over onto my back but I keep my eyes closed because I can’t look at him yet. I’ve run through this moment a thousand times or more in my mind but the reality of it pushes at me so hard tears fill my eyes.
He lowers himself over me and I can feel him. I can feel his skin stretched over his muscles and I can feel his thick, hard cock settle against my thigh. I concentrate on not moving my hips. Not letting the tears spill out of my eyes.
So carefully. So gently. He puts his hand on my cheek and pulls his thumb across my lips.
“Open your eyes for me, baby girl.”
My lips twitch and I nearly smile because I know it’s him for sure now.
I open my eyes but any smile falls away.
Because he’s pinned me down to the bed with his own blue eyes and he is better than any imagining of him.
And I want him so much. He knows this but I also know how much he wants me. The features of his face are taut with it and, for the first time, I have no words for him. No words.
He drags his cock up and down my thighs and I stretch out under him, under his hard body so different from mine. I’m wet for him now and he knows this, too.
I breathe him in and my hips move in a slow circle underneath him. He leans over me and touches his lips to mine. He kisses me softly, no tongue and we kiss like this until I’m limp. I lose track of time.
When I finally reach for his forearm, he grabs my wrist and loops a long piece of leather around it.
He looks down at me. His expression tells me nothing. He could be gentle. He could be cruel.
All I can say is his name and he answers me. A small smile on his face now.
“Keep your eyes open. Unbroken eye contact, ok?”
And I know I will keep a piece of this man with me forever.
