Chapter 3: Rising Action
The knock on the door came, subtle and soft, and I straightened up from the button on Michael’s shirt, adjusting my dress as casually as I could muster, although my heart was leaping from my chest.
“You ready?” I called, as Michael padded to the door, greeting one of the guys from the party in low tones, then softly closing the door with a quiet click.
”His eyes looked me up and down, lingering on my exposed shoulder and dark eyeliner. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
Despite my lingering anxiety, I couldn’t help but flush at the compliment. We shared a smile, as he moved closer, putting his arms around my waist, pulling me into a steamy kiss.
As we collided in a passionate embrace, we stumbled backward to the bed, tumbling onto the plush velvet comforter, allowing our bodies to tangle and roll together.
We were still for just a moment, breathless and grinning, then our hands began to explore--his hands tracing my curves hungrily, my own laced through his short, soft hair.
We made love slowly, teasing and kissing, at first losing ourselves in each other's bodies as his fingers danced across my skin. But then, things started to heat up, and I couldn't ignore the faint worry that was still picking away at the back of my mind: was I protected enough from the possibility of pregnancy?
Michael, however, was lost in the moment, and I didn't want to risk ruining the excitement with my concern.
He moved fast, assaulting my mouth with crushing kisses, and I could feel his erection through his pants, straining against me as he pinned me to the bed. Michael's eyes glinted with raw, new desire and there was no hesitation as he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up and grinding against my lace underwear from behind.
The sensation was maddening, and I pushed back into him.
Our pleasure was building steadily, but Michael clearly had other things in mind, as I soon felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck, exposing my collarbone to a trail of kisses.
It was his way of keeping me grounded, of making sure I knew I belonged to him, even in this moment of passion--or perhaps especially in this moment. I lost myself in the sensation of his teeth grazing my shoulder, my heart rate quickening, every nerve ending on high alert.