Something had changed. The dynamic between them had shifted. Lukas couldn’t say how he knew it. He just sensed that everything was different.

Star had cared enough to open up to him at the restaurant earlier. That said something. It was the subtle shift in her body language. A look that wasn’t so frosty. A sidelong glance when she thought he wasn’t looking that contained a hint of desire. The way her eyes lit up and flashed with awareness.

His entire body was wound so tight he knew all it would take was a spark to set off the explosion. How many nights had he gone to bed, only to be kept awake by thoughts of Star? How many nights had she filled his dreams?

Ever since that kiss. That damned kiss that started it all. No, that wasn’t quite right. He’d wanted her far before then. He’d wanted to taste her beautiful lips, to witness her passion and arouse all the delicious, sensual life within her, since that moment in the kitchen she’d first lectured him about breaking dishes.

The cab pulled up in front of Star’s apartment building, abruptly ending Lukas’ quiet reverie. He turned to face her,  hesitant in the darkness. He couldn’t read her face. He needed to know if all those subtle signals he’d picked up on meant anything at all. So what if he humiliated himself? It wouldn’t be the first time.

Lukas unbuckled his seat belt and leaned across the back seat. “I don’t want the night to end,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

Her head whipped around so fast her face nearly crashed into his. Her nose grazed his and he felt the exhale of her breath on his cheek. He shuddered, even that brief contact enough to detonate his charged desire. 

He expected her to say no. Braced for the stinging slap, even. When she said nothing, didn’t even move, Lukas dared to hope.

She turned her face towards him a second later. Her breath was warm on his earlobe as she leaned in to whisper a shy response. “One cup of coffee. That’s it and then you’re gone.”

Lukas didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. He forked over the cab fare and a generous tip to the driver and slid out of the backseat. He came around and held Star’s door for her.

She got out and hesitated in the sidewalk like she might yet change her mind. Lukas watched the driver pull back onto the street. Eventually the red tail lights of the car turned the corner and faded into the darkness.

“I guess you should come up then,” Star said breathlessly.

“I guess I should.” Lukas shrugged, trying to be casual while all the while his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.

Star silently led the way to the door. Her hands shook as she inserted the key into the lock. Lukas followed her up a set of decaying stairs up to the third floor. The beat-up door to her apartment didn’t look promising.

He was surprised when he stepped inside. The small apartment was quite nice actually. The hardwood floors were that skinny kind of wood that meant they were ancient. The place still had radiators but for what purpose, Lukas couldn’t be sure. Probably for hot water. That had to be it. The kitchen was more modern, updated probably in the eighties. The white particle board cabinets were clean and well cared for, as was the small table propped up against the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room.

Star had good taste. Her furniture was simple and well used. Her black leather couch was faded and cracked but a colourful patchwork quilt covered most of it.

Lukas perched on the edge of the couch. Star eyed him warily for a second before she disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later, the merry sounds of coffee percolating drifted into the living room. She wasn’t kidding about the coffee.

He waited, feeling like an idiot for hoping, then the coffee maker shut off. Star stepped cautiously out of the kitchen. She stood in the doorway, as unsure as he’d ever seen her.

“I changed my mind,” she whispered.

“About the coffee?” Lukas hesitated before he stood. Yup, you’re a damn fool alright. “I’ll just go then.”

“Yes. About the coffee, yes.”

He froze. “About just the coffee? Should I go?”

“No,” Star breathed. “No, I don’t want you to go.”

He wasn’t about to ask twice. Lukas crossed the small living room in a couple of strides. Star met him half way. They came together so hard their bodies collided. Soft, alluring curves met the rigid mass of his chest. Her hands wrapped around his neck, desperately yanking his head downward. His mouth met hers so hard that their teeth clashed together for a second before they found their rhythm.

When they came up for breath, both of them were breathing erratically. He stared into her eyes, hazy with pent up passion. He couldn’t wait to release all of that. To see her writhing in ecstasy, the true goddess that she was.

“I know it’s crazy but I can’t stop thinking about you,” Star panted. “Ever since that day in the kitchen when you broke those glasses. You’ve been in my head. I can’t get rid of you.”

“And?” Lukas ground his teeth against the pain sweeping through his entire body. It literally hurt him to find out that she wanted this as badly as he did; that she’d spent restless nights thinking about him as well.              

“And maybe if we just do this and get it over with, I can see what all the fuss is about and I’ll be able to stop thinking about you.”

Lukas had to smother a grin. “I would be offended had I not been thinking the same thing.”

“What? You’ve had so many women… I’m sure I would hardly measure up.”

“No one is like you,” he panted. “No one on earth.”

“Show me then.”  Her voice was lost and nearly pleading, soft and heady and completely beguiling.

“With pleasure.”

His hand slid up one silken thigh, caressing the incredibly soft skin. He pushed her dress up, baring a set of black lace panties that would fell any man. His body responded eagerly to the visual stimulation. His cock began to throb painfully. His world tilted crazily as he lifted the dress over her flat stomach and up her shoulders, baring two incredible, full breasts with dark tinged nipples.

She stood there, looking very much like she wanted to cover herself. He grasped her hand right as she lifted it. “No,” Lukas whispered. “Never cover yourself. You are beautiful.”

“No- I-”

He bent his head, cutting off her protests as he took one dark nipple into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over the little bud, delighting in the way it hardened. She gasped and moaned, leaning involuntarily into his mouth. Her hands found his short hair. It was far too short for her to thread her fingers through, so she settled on grasping the side of his face.

He raised his eyes to look up at her. “Do you like that?”

She made some tiny mewling noise in the back of her throat that passed for consent. It was enough to stir him to take her other nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, caressing it gently. She moaned and arched, completely responsive.

What would it be like to taste her most intimate place? Lukas’ cock nearly drilled a hole through his slacks in his eagerness. He fell to his knees, parting her legs gently with his hand. She wasn’t at all reluctant until she felt his hot breath on her thigh and realized what he was about to do.

“You’re going to-”

“Taste you there? Certainly.” Lukas leaned forward and licked her through the thin lace panties. She was clean shaven and utterly delicious. She moaned and moved her hand to his head again but didn’t guide him or force him to where she wanted him. She let him show her, let him take the lead.

His tongue flicked over her panties in a soft, swirling motion. God, he wanted to strip them away from her, throw her down on the floor and bury his face in her. He barely hung onto a thread of self-control. He wanted to taste her, explore her, turn her into a hot, panting seductress ready to lose control. He needed to bring her to the brink slowly so that they both could revel in everything that was possible between them.

His hand came up and he traced the outline of her womanly folds through her panties. She was beautiful, completely glorious and delicate. Her panties quickly became soaked with her excitement and she leaned into his touch, arching her hips shamelessly as little panting moans escaped her throat.

Lukas moved her panties aside with his index finger, exposing her creamy swell of flesh. He leaned in and did a slow pass with his tongue, tasting her bare skin. Her juices coated his tongue and they were pure ambrosia. She whimpered and ground against his mouth as he swirled over her in another delicious pass.

Nothing in the world felt better than the feel of her silken skin under her hands or the taste of her on his tongue. It was utter euphoria.

He found her clit and ran his tongue over the swollen bud. Star trembled beneath his touch, frantic with need as she neared the edge. He wanted to send her over. He wanted her to shatter under his touch, his mouth.

He lapped at her in hot circles, trailing over her folds with his tongue, dipping into her sweet, tight entrance before swirling back up, over her clit. He continued the hot circles until Star was panting. Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp but he enjoyed the twinge of pain with the pleasure.

“Oh god…” she whimpered. She came apart and it was sexy as hell. Her hips rocked into his face in a frantic motion as she moaned and whimpered. He lapped at her, tasted the subtle change of her. The scent of her arousal was pretty much as powerful an aphrodisiac as a man could get. “Lukas,” she moaned, when she could speak again. “I want you to… I want to- I want you inside of me.”

She finally forced the shy, heady words out. Lukas nearly lost it. He was glad he was kneeling because if he’d been standing he might have fallen over. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t force words past his tight throat. It took all the effort in the world to force his wobbly legs to stand.

Star took charge. She gripped Lukas’ hand and led him through the living room and down a short hallway to the room that was hers. It was funny how a one-bedroom apartment in a seedy area could go from dubious one minute to utter heaven the next.