Chapter 3: Rising Action
The room was a symphony of sighs and whispers. Jack's heart pounded like a drum in his chest and his breath, ragged and hungry, echoed the rhythm of his thrusts. He had grabbed Samantha with one swift motion and now her hips were firmly in his grasp and her soft skin, warm and yielding against his fingers. His muscles, sculpted from decades of training, were a symphony of movements as he moved his hips against her with precise control. The air, thick with the scent of their arousal, seemed to shimmer in the candlelight, as if heated by the intensity of their passion.
The city outside, a distant hum, faded into irrelevance. The walls of her apartment, adorned with vibrant art and photos from their life together, seemed to recede, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own making.
The cup of tea that Samantha had firmly held in her hand sat on the coffee table, now forgotten, as she stepped forward to greet Jack. Her eyes roved over his body, a slow, deliberate appraisal that made his pulse quicken. "You've been waiting for me," she stated, her voice a low purr.
Jack's blue eyes, dark with desire, met hers. "Always," he replied, his voice barely above a growl.
"You know why else I like you here early?" He waited a beat before he continued.
Samantha, the picture of playful curiosity, raised an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."
Jack grinned, his hands already tracing the curves of her body. "I get to watch you blow dry your hair," he said, his voice low and teasing. He loved the way the soft hairs bent as the hot air of the blow dryer. "I get to watch you lotion up and put your jewelry on.
I get to watch all that." Jack was speaking between kisses on Samantha's neck. His muscles tensed in anticipation of his thoughts. "I get to watch you before everyone else sees you."
Samantha's breath hitched as Jack's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she reached down the seam of his jeans and gripped it. She moaned a deep guttural moan.
He lifted her hair and whispered in her ear. "We're not adding anyone else in here. Are we?"
Samantha closed her eyes for a second and then opened them, turning to face him completely. "That is not how we roll.