Chapter 3: Rising Action
Jessica Johnson glanced around one more time at the grungy, urban world outside her window before stepping into the elevator of the unassuming building. She tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind her ear, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her excitement was almost palpable—hearing that deep, sultry voice sing out Nick Miller, filled with such exciting conviction and promise, from apartment 3F set her heart on fire so strong she could feel the vibrations in her fingertips.
Nicholas was a man who commanded her senses and her attention; even though her mind reasoned this was not a good idea, there was no denying her desire to be tantalizingly close to him.
A funny twinge in the pit of her stomach caused her to hesitate, hovering just outside his studio apartment like a fretful moth. She was ready to knock—no turning back now—when he suddenly flung open the door. She looked at him and tried to compose herself.
"Mrs.
Johnson," Nick greeted her, his gaze taking a extended, deliberate stroll over her body that made her skin tingle from her head to her toes. Her chest tightened as she struggled to find her voice.
"Jessica," she said. "Please, just call me Jessica."
His smoldering gaze softened slightly, along with his lips, and he leaned closer. "Jessica, I'm so glad you came.
You look breathtaking," he murmured, those dark eyes full of lust and intrigue as he reached for her hand. "Please, do come in."
Leading her to a worn leather couch, he gestured to her. "Sit here, Jessica. Make yourself comfortable while I prepare the studio for our session."
She hesitated for a brief moment before complying, crossing one silky tanned leg over the other.
Her skirt rode up slightly, revealing a tantalizing hint of smooth skin. Jessica averted her eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.
Nick busied himself with preparing for the shoot, making small talk about photography techniques and his love of the art form. All nonsense, Jessica thought, memories of his sensual gaze seared into her brain. It was not long before his banter lulled her into a more relaxed state.
Walking towards her, Nick lifted her chin with a single finger, tilting her head just so.
"God, Jessica, you're fucking gorgeous," he rasped, searching her eyes.
The air between them crackled with electricity, and she couldn't help but shiver in anticipation as he leaned in closer. His lips brushed against hers just long enough to be maddening, and then, suddenly, he pulled away.
"Now, I want you to remember, this is just for art," he said softly, his fingers tracing a gentle pattern across her collarbone.
"But if we cross a line, just go with it, trust me.
Can you do that?" he murmured seductively.
Jessica stared deep into his eyes, her chest heaving as she responded breathlessly, "I trust you, Nick."
He took her hand in his, gently pulling her up from the zone of comfort, and began to unzip her dress. The cool air in the room brushed against her skin, raising goosebumps, as the fabric slithered off her shoulders, revealing milky flesh. She stood before him, feeling uncomfortably naked and exposed.
Jessica hesitated, her hands fluttering, unsure of what to do. Nick met her eyes, his own glimmering with hunger and, in a flash, any lingering doubts were obliterated. His lips found hers, possessive and hot, his hands gliding down her spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, nipping at her jawline.
Jessica cried out, a guttural, primal sound she hardly recognized as issuing from her own throat.
Nick's hands gripped her waist, hard, as he claimed her mouth with his own. His tongue delved inside, tracing her teeth and dueling with hers in a dance as old as time, but still it felt vibrantly fresh, wildly new. She tasted the coffee they'd enjoyed together earlier, intermingled with the hint of spearmint gum and a heady desire.
His fingers fumbled at the clasp of her lacy bra, discarding it with little finesse or ceremony to the floor.
Jessica's full breasts spilled free, her dusky nipples tightening achingly as they met the cool air.
"Fuck, Jessica," he breathed reverently, tracing the curves of her swollen breasts with trembling fingers. "God, you're perfect."
He cupped her luscious mounds, stroking a thumb softly across her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp in shocked pleasure.
“Goddamn it just fuck me already!”
Jessica panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she writhed beneath Nick’s touch.
Nick sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub. Jessica moaned in pleasure, her hands gripping his head tighter as she arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
“Help me out of these fucking pants already,” she demanded, her voice strained from pleasure.
Nick complied, hastily undoing her belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
Jessica slightly lifted her hips off the couch, easing her pants down her legs, shimmying them off her body. Now, she was completely naked, as Nick ravished her breasts.
Jessica's breathing became more labored, her moans becoming guttural. Panting, she begged, "Nick, I want to feel you inside me. Please!"
He slowly trailed his kisses from her breasts down her trembling stomach, finally settling between her thighs.