Brawn

 

Holy shit, her body was exquisite in that dress. Feeling her against me on that dancefloor, something woke up inside me, something that had been lulled to sleep by the daily grind. I desired her. I had wanted her since the first day I saw her. I knew she was somehow going to be mine eventually. And to think, I had allowed myself to become complacent in my pursuit of her simply because I was supposed to be helping her go to school.

 

No way. I decided on the dancefloor that I was going to put a stop to my complacency. I was going to stop simply going through the motions with her. Get up, go to work, come home, repeat. Day in and day out, we were simply business partners with a history we were both afraid to talk about and a future that waited to be determined.

 

“Let’s find someplace to go,” I said in her ear, letting my lips brush her skin gently as I spoke.

 

“But we just got here,” she almost moaned as she pressed her ass harder against the bulge between my legs.

 

“We can dance another time.” I kissed her neck, her shoulders. Our bodies still moved together to the music.

 

She turned her head back to me and smiled. “Let’s go,” she said. Her delicious lips formed the words perfectly. She didn’t have to say anything at all. I read the words as she spoke.

 

She started to pull away from me, grabbing for my hand, but I pulled her back to my side and slid an arm across her waist. Outside, we stopped as we moved into the darkness past the door. We kissed again, standing in the middle of the alleyway. I had one hand on the small of her back and the other buried in her hair. Our lips worked furiously together. Her hands grabbed my arms, and I could feel her fingers gripping me, as if she could pull me any closer to her.

 

Passion had overtaken us. The façade we had maintained for the sake of our daily life together had fallen away, finally. It was a welcome departure from the norm.

 

The door opened behind us, and the music spilled into the night, along with a couple of patrons shuffling away from the club and into the darkness of the city. I pulled away from our kiss and managed to step us both to the side as the revelers passed us by.

 

“We should go home,” I said.

 

“Then, let’s go,” Maria agreed. I could see the sparkle in her eyes even in the darkness.

 

We walked side-by-side, my arm around her waist, her arm under my cut, reaching up my back. I hailed us a cab and held the back door open to let her in. The backseat was dark, and once we told the driver where we were going, he kept his eyes up front, on the road.

 

I put an arm across the back of the seat, holding her close to me as I let my hand wander along her dress. She opened her legs, and I pressed the fabric of her gown in until I could feel her through it. I started to rub my fingers against her, gently. She bit her bottom lip and arched her back in the seat, grabbing my arm with her thin hand to hold me in place.

 

She breathed through her nose, keeping her mouth closed to stay quiet. She rocked her hips against my hand in the backseat of the cab.

 

We couldn’t get home fast enough.

 

She shuddered and pushed my hand away. She opened her eyes and looked at me through eyelids heavy with pleasure. Her hand slid up my arm and grabbed me by the back of my head. She pulled my face down to hers and we kissed again.

 

A few moments later, as our faces worked to become one, our driver cleared his throat. “We’re here,” he said.

 

“Thanks, keep the change,” I said as I pulled out a bill and handed it to him. I reached behind me and opened the door as I slid out of the car, bringing her with me.

 

“Thank you. Have a good evening,” the driver said as the door closed and we drifted up to the door to my home.

 

I fished out my keys and unlocked it quickly, so as not to interrupt our movement.

 

We did a kind of dance to the bedroom as we both worked to pull off my clothes. I pulled my dress shirt out of the waist of my pants and unbuttoned it while Maria’s hands worked to unbuckle my belt and open my slacks. I kicked my shoes off while she pulled my pants down from my waist, revealing my boxers and my desire pressing hard against them, reaching for her.

 

I shrugged off my kutte and my shirt, letting them fall to the floor behind me as we continued through the bedroom door. Maria grabbed my undershirt and pulled it up, running her hands along the contours of my abs and my chest as she went. I pulled it over my head and grabbed her dress.

 

We stopped when we reached the bed. Maria pushed me back, forcing me to lose my grip on her dress. I fell onto the soft mattress and looked up at her. She stood at the foot of my bed and reached back behind her dress. I heard the zipper slide down, and then she shimmied out as it fell to the floor.

 

The fabric slid slowly down along the curves of her body. She then unclasped the front of her bra and pulled it back to reveal her perfect breasts to me. As she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, she grabbed herself and squeezed, running her fingers across her nipples, so the hardening peaks of pink flesh poked out between them.

 

I followed her thin fingers down along her flat stomach as she reached for her panties. She grabbed them and slowly pulled them down, revealing the hairless flesh between her legs. She dropped her lace panties on my chest as she started to climb onto the bed.

 

I grabbed them and let them fall next to me on the bed as she positioned her knees on either side of my hips. She looked down at me, gazing deep into my eyes with a devilish grin on her face. Her fingers gripped me, wrapping tightly around my shaft and stroking me. She was taking charge. Fine by me.

 

I lay back and reached for her hips. She laughed quietly as she stayed where she was and continued to stroke me with her hand, making my desire for her grow into an almost painful longing. I narrowed my eyes up at her, but she simply returned my look with her grin.

 

She held me in her hand and guided me as she lifted her hips over me. Her wet warmth hovered just above the head of my shaft, and she moved me until I started to slide into her opening. Her lips wrapped tightly around me as she slid down the length of my cock.

 

She closed her eyes and moaned as I entered her, pressing deeper and deeper until she reached the base of my shaft. I rocked my hips against her, driving myself even deeper.

 

“Oh, I’ve waited so long,” she called out. Her body hummed against mine as desire pulsed through her.

 

I grabbed her hips and held her to me as I rocked myself against her. I pulled her down against me, rubbing her slit against my hips while I probed her with my desire. Her body jerked above me.

 

Then, as if she’d been awoken by the pleasure she felt, she started to ride me. She placed her hands on my chest and started sliding up and down along my shaft, pulling herself almost completely off me and then slamming herself back down against my hips. She moved passionately, taking measured strokes against my body. She panted above me.

 

I ran my hands up her back to her shoulders. I held them there to gently guide her movements so we didn’t get out of sync with each other. She started pushing down harder, slower, as if the weight of her pleasure was too much to bear.

 

“Brawn,” she called out, like she was going to say something else but cut herself short. Her body shook above me as her whole figure grew tense. She moved her hands to my shoulders and clenched down on me as her whole body seemed to strain.

 

I pushed up with my hips and pulled down on her shoulders, at the same time. I forced her to slide the rest of the way down on me, until I was all the way inside her. I felt her muscles gripping me, creating friction between us that only drove my ecstasy closer and closer.

 

“Fuck,” she all but screamed as her enraptured body released above me. She started rocking her hips furiously against me while her legs shook and her limbs quivered. I could feel her growing tighter, wetter around me as she reached orgasm.

 

I wasn’t far behind.

 

I held her to me and rolled us over, pumping myself into her a few more times before pulling out and taking myself in my hand over her the hairless mound between her legs. I groaned as I let myself pour out onto her skin. She writhed beneath me in pleasure as I spilled onto her.

 

It had been too long, indeed. We were both starved for affection and the physical connection we shared during sex. Passion had overtaken us, and we had indulged in physical pleasure, but there was something deeper in the dreamy look in her eyes and the smile beaming up at me when I looked down at her.

 

She ran her hands over her breasts while I worked out the last few drops of pleasure onto her. She bit her lip again and moaned, arching her back.

 

“Damn, baby,” I panted, collapsing next to her. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues sitting there for her. I pulled a few out and wiped myself off her.

 

She kissed my chest and my arms while I cleaned her off. “We shouldn’t wait so long to do that again,” she said.

 

I smiled at her. “I agree.”

 

“Well, take charge sometime. That way next time I don’t have to.” She winked and rolled away from me.

 

I put an arm around her waist and pulled her to me, pressing myself against her. We lay together in the dark as our bodies came down from the ecstasy we’d just shared. I listened as her breathing slowed, but I could tell she was still awake. I could feel it in her body.

 

Neither one of us spoke.

 

I kissed her shoulder and back lightly while I held her in my arms. She grabbed my hand and pulled it up between her breasts, tangling our fingers as she held me there. We embraced silently, neither of us sleeping, neither of us talking about what had happened. The collection of moments like this, moments where we had connected on a deeper level, hung in the air over us, heavy with implications that could have endangered our agreement.

 

But I wasn’t letting go. I wasn’t going to send her back to her room. I wasn’t going to pretend in the morning that it never happened. I wasn’t going to treat her like a stranger at work anymore.

 

She sighed, and I felt her body finally start to relax. I gripped her tighter with my arm and pressed myself closer against her gentle, soft body. I kissed the top of her head and breathed in the scent of her herbal shampoo. I closed my eyes and let myself relax next to her.