Chapter 1: Introduction
The moment the key slipped into the lock, my muscles tensed with anticipation. The door swung open. I threw my bag inside, and for a moment, the intimate sanctum of my girlfriend's apartment greeted me with a comforting warmth infused with the faint scent of incense. With every visit, I'm pulled into a room entwined with memories of us.
"You're home!" she cried, her freshly-tanned arms stretching around my neck.
Her voice held the merest strain of exhaustion, but as our lips met, it transformed into an urgent, passionate need. I knew that need, that driving force that could shatter restraint and urge her to surrender against me, her back pressed hard against the closed door, my hands buried in her wavy mane of hair.
The urgency of her kisses demanded more. With each piercing desperation in her voice, her desire pulsed against me.
Lust-filled eyes stared into mine, and she reached down for the hem of her shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement. I caught her hands, feeling her rapid heartbeat syncing with mine. I leaned in, whispering the wicked thoughts making their way into her mind. With a moan, her eyelids fluttered, making her amber-colored eyes shimmer in the dim apartment.
She squirmed as a feverish heat traveled throughout her body, flushing her cheeks and setting her heart pounding. The slightest quiver rippled from her lips, making my control falter.
"Do you want to tease me or do you want to savor me?" she breathed, biting her lower lip playfully. She tried to wiggle from my grasp, but the possessiveness that engulfed me stopped her from escaping.
I turned her around, placing her hands above her head on the door. Her body trembled at my touch, making my heated blood surge to the point of explosion.
"Teasing isn't in my plans tonight, darling," I murmured in her ear.
I caressed her taut waist, and her sharp intake of breath reminded me how sensitive her body was to the slightest of touch. Synapses in my brain fired, urging me to plunge deeper into her, to claim her now. But I didn't.
I wanted to drink her in, to make this moment last, watching her lean body tremble and writhe against the cool wooden door with the blue, swirling mandala sticker pressed between her shoulder blades.
My lips slowly explored her earlobe before moving down her neck, and I kept my hands molded to her waist. Her soft moans, fueled by an intoxicating lust, reverberated around us. I could barely hold myself back.
The corners of her mouth tugged upwards, forming a smile as she leaned her head back, offering me and myself what we wanted.