Waiting.
The day had been wonderful. First breakfast, taken together in a café beside the river, then a stroll through the city, arm in arm. The touches discreet, the kisses stolen moments of intimacy, promising of things yet to come.
Lunch was shared in a quiet park, laid out on a blanket under the shade of a huge multicoloured tree, a native of the world they were on. After, stretched out on the warm weave, he fed her fruit and delighted in watching her, stealing the occasional caress making her sigh and smile. In return, she kissed him softly, closing her eyes and savouring his taste.
The rest of the afternoon was spent letting the delicious tension build. Never rushing, always holding back, limiting themselves to only the slightest of touches, letting their eyes carry the burden of their desire.
The reception that night was a formal affair, necessitating dress uniforms and the solitary stance their respective ranks implied.
Proclamations of welcome, formal introductions then dinner, followed by more speeches, gift giving and finally, dancing.
At last he could touch her again.
His approach was subtle, as was his request. Her acquiescence filling him with joy.
She melted into his arms, their bodies moving seamlessly with the beat of an alien composition. He moved his face to her mane of red hair and filled his lungs with her scent. Eyes closed, he saturated his senses with her, his perception narrowing down until only she existed.
She stopped moving and he wondered why. Slowly he raised his head and looked into her clear blue eyes, a question on his face.
"The music has stopped." She whispered.
He sighed and nodded his understanding, reluctantly stepping away from her, only to watch another take his place.
Anger and resentment rose as he watched an alien dignitary whirl her away from him, the ache to hold her again already beginning to burn within.
Voices behind him. He turns, a diplomatic smile in place and bows courteously to the ambassador's wife. He dances with her and others throughout the night, but not with the one he loves, she is denied him.
Finally, finally it is over. The speeches done, the egos placated, he can return to his lodgings at the hotel.
Entering the room, he knows she is there, he can smell her.
"Beverly…" he calls softly.
She comes out of the bathroom. She has taken off her jacket, but nothing else. She smiles, the gentle, soft smile she reserves only for him.
"Jean-Luc…so handsome…"
They stand, three metres apart, staring intently at each other, letting the tension build anew.
Moving in unison, they step inwards, closing the gap slowly, until at arms length, they stop. He reaches up and pushes a lock of her vibrant hair behind her ear, then runs his fingers down her face. She tilts her head, prolonging the caress and, turning slightly, kisses his palm. He can feel the sweet heat rising, uncoiling in his body as he attunes himself to her, becoming hypersensitive to her touch. Stepping closer, he gently takes her head in his large hands and reverently cradles her, lifting her to receive his kiss.
Their lips tremble as the first contact is made. As if neophytes, they taste each other fleetingly, then, with more confidence, at greater length. He contains himself with difficulty. His need is growing rapidly, as is hers, the sexual tension that has been burning all day flaring brightly.
Her hands slide up his chest as he kisses her and deftly undoes the fastenings of his dress jacket. As the seam parts down the front, she pushes it to his shoulders, forcing him to relinquish his hold of her head. Lowering his arms, she slips the jacket from his body. It falls to the floor, already forgotten.
He encircles her within his arms and pulls her closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes into her mouth and explores boldly, she opens to him and answers his caresses with sinuous moves of her own.
Suddenly they can wait no longer. With a growl he grabs her shirt and pulls it up her torso, breaking the kiss abruptly. As soon as it clears her head, he grips her vest and wrenches the material, ripping it down the front, exposing her breasts to him. Without pause, he covers them with his hands and moulds them firmly, rubbing his thumbs over the hardening nipples. She throws her head back and moans, covering his hands with hers. Releasing one breast, he cups it, then leans forward and takes the bud into his mouth, suckling her. She reaches over him, grabbing both shirt and vest together and pulls them free of his trousers and up his back. He releases her only long enough for her to rid him of his shirts, then immediately returns to her breast, taking first one, then the other into his hot mouth.
She takes his head in her hands and raises him, hungrily claiming his mouth with hers. Her hands drop to his pants and she caresses the bulge prominently displayed there, then unfastens his trousers, slipping her hands inside to stroke him. He groans into her mouth and slips off his shoes as his hands move to undo her pants. Quickly he finds the zipper and lowers it, pushing her slacks and panties down. Still kissing her, he slides his fingers through her wet folds, gently touching her swollen clitoris.
She arches to him, thrusting her hips against his questing fingers. Her own hands have been busy. Pushing his trousers and briefs down, she has freed his heavy erection and squeezes it, then, with both hands, strokes it, running her hands from under his testicles up the underside and back. He shudders and bites her lip, sending a spike of delicious sensation directly to the core of her desire, heightening her need.
Without warning, he breaks the kiss and swiftly removes the remains of her vest and bra. Scooping her up into his arms, he moves quickly to the bed and lays her upon it. Her pants, panties, boots and socks are hurriedly removed, then he doffs his remaining clothing with the same haste. He covers her body with his and gently bites her shoulder and his hard penis probes through her folds seeking admission.
Mad with passion, she parts her legs and shifts beneath him, crying out when he suddenly penetrates her. They pause only for a moment, until he starts to thrust into her. Raising himself up on his arms, he stares intently into her eyes as she meets his every thrust with one of her own, grunting with effort.
He leans down to kiss her and she rolls them. Gaining the dominant position, she places her hands on his chest and rises up on her knees, only to drop back sharply, burying him deeply inside her. He arches his neck and cries out in ecstasy, gripping her hips fiercely. She repeats the action again and again as he digs his heels into the mattress to lift himself to meet her. Suddenly, he grips her arms, pulls her down and reverses their positions so that he once again on top. To accentuate his superiority, he thrusts hard four times, then grinds his hips into her, pushing himself into her very core. His name is torn from her lips and she raises her head and bites his neck hard, her nails drawing blood down his back. Overwhelmed with sensation, he descends on her mouth, kissing her passionately as he resumes his thrusts.
Mindlessly now, they pursue their goal, that instant when they become one entity, one heart, one achingly ecstatic burst of physical and mental purity that obliterates all else.
She wraps her body around him and, in an effort to take more of him in, arches up of the bed, throwing them over again. But suddenly they are falling. Briefly they register this phenomenon, then abruptly they hit the floor.
Shock registers on their faces. Her foot is entangled in the sheets, yet, remarkably they are still joined. They have landed with him uppermost and they stare into each other's eyes for a breath.
She gasps.
"For God's sake, don't stop!"
His hazel eyes glitter with amusement.
"I… have… no… intentions… of… stopping."
He punctuates each word with a hard thrust of his hips making her gasp and moan.
Writhing beneath him, she can't free her foot, but still manages to lift her own hips to once again meet his.
They establish an ever increasing rhythm as he drives them inexorably to their ultimate goal. Soon their entire existence is focused on the parts of their bodies that are joined. He pounds into her, sweat glistening on his body, muscles bunching and releasing as his body transcends his mind.
She feels it first. Flowing out from her clitoris, a wave builds, growing with each of his thrusts until she believes she can take no more, when suddenly it crashes through her body, engulfing and encompassing her.
She cries out his name and her internal muscles grip his penis fiercely, rhythmically.
He thrusts two, three times more and abruptly he stills and arches his back as he explodes within her. Shaking and jerking, his orgasm rips through him, his entire being centered on that part which joins him to her.
Slowly, their bodies relax and they begin to regain control of their breathing. It had been an intense coupling, one worth the wait.