From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. It was as if she was everything he could have possibly wanted a woman to be...a Goddess personified. Her skin was tinted the color of the richest caramel, full luscious lips lightly glossed over to look as inviting as a ripened peach. Every time she smiled it was if he was basking in the rays of the Sun on a inviting spring day. It was a pleasure to be in her presence, and his honor to share a bed with her, if only for one night. Who was to say another night was completely out of the question? He'd consider that later....much later. Regardless of the future, tonight the Goddess was all his.
The crimson lights of his bedside clock flickered as the digits of the clock changed to 9:11 am. If his blinds hadn't been closed so tightly, the bedroom would have been illuminated with the budding start of a new day. The soft hum of the A/C served to be the only sound in the room as he nestled closer into her body. Clothing had been lost hours ago, strewn across the room and discarded as if it never belong on their bodies to begin with. The violet dress she'd worn the night before still shimmered in the darkness, carelessly tossed upon the floor along with various undergarments they'd adorned merely 6 hours ago.
His body pressed against her own from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as if a child selfishly clutching his favorite toy. He nestled against the crook of her neck, offering soft kisses as he became lost under her fountain of tight, black curls. Her soft, curvy frame felt just right underneath him, and she responded by pushing herself backward against his own, running her delicate fingers across his arm in a soothing motion before groaning softly as she roused from sleep enough to mumble. “.....what time is it..??.”
He smiled at her, barely raising his head to glance at the clock before settling back against her and offering her shoulders light kisses. Even now, the smell of her perfume intermingled with the scent of the moist sheets where they'd enjoyed each other to the fullest extent. It was intoxicating...and she was undeniable. The voice of angels yet again cut the silence when she spoke, slightly nudging him before turning on her side to face him in bed. Her coiled hair fell perfectly over the left side of her face, emerald eyes staring into his own as if looking to devour his soul.....and at this point, the offer was quite tempting to him.
“ Good morning...” he offered, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. They tasted of sweet wine and passion, a flavor he could learn to relish and a taste he wouldn't hesitate to drink from. He'd only met her the night before, at a club no less. Who'd have thought he would find his perfect woman at a most imperfect venue? “ Don't tell me you have somewhere to be this morning....doesn't another hour in bed sound tempting? Afterwards, I could get up and fix breakfast....”. Her head tilted to the side in an inquisitive manner. “ Oh, you cook too? Aren't you the catch..” Her every movement captivated him, entrancing his thoughts and stimulating his senses. She leaned forward, brushing her ambrosia-soaked lips against his own again before rising from her laying position and setting her feet upon his carpeted bedroom and strutted casually to her discarded clothing and began to redress herself.
Though the view of her tender, perfectly shaped body would have normally left him speechless, he felt compelled to ask “ Is that a no?”, throwing on his patented pitiful face in an attempt to get her to stay. She chuckled at him, finally fitting herself back into that tight purple dress, taking a brief seat to slide her matching heels back underneath her feet. Standing with a renewed sense of self, she grabbed her pocketbook off the table and shrugged. He felt the slightest pang of disappointment strike his heart as she approached the doorway, turning back to look at him again with that seductive-yet-playful smile. His Goddess...if only for the night. Perhaps for another night? Perhaps for the rest of their lives? Only time would tell......until she parted those perfect lips and spoke for one last time.
“ I would stay....trust me I would.” she said, flipping her hair as she turned to walk away. “But my husband's flight lands in an hour and he hates being picked up late...”
He watcher her hips as she walked away, only able to tear himself away from them as she opened his door, walked out, and gently closed it shut behind herself. Yet again the room was silent, this time broken by his chuckle as he fell back against the pillow comfortably, lounging in her scent and the warmth accumulated on her side of the bed. “ Damn....” he laughed out loud, staring at the ceiling as thoughts raced through his mind of the whole ordeal.
“.......never got her name...”
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