There’s something about that moment when you catch my eye across the club. We’d planned it this way because the anticipation of meeting is usually better than the actual event. Some silly “he loved me… now he doesn’t” song is playing when you walk in. As you get closer, the smile on your face spreads.
The argument started in the club and ended at the front door of our apartment with a loud slam. I wasn’t wrong and you weren’t right but no one could tell us anything. So I slept on the couch and you took our bed.
When you closed the door, you turned and pressed your back into it. With eyes closed, you mumbled, “Let’s promise to never do that again, ok?”
The kisses are passionate and hurried. I guess I want to make sure I get her in a compromising position before she manages to change her mind. Lips are nibbled, clothing is shed. I’m not sure if I’ll find that shirt in the morning but I don’t really care. Her tongue in my mouth, on my neck, against my ear when she whispers, “You’re so damn beautiful.” I shiver but I don’t care if she felt it.
The bass is hard. The temperature is hot. Bar in the front, dancing in the middle, pool in the back…thankfully Aussie pubs aren’t much different from American bars. I don’t really attract that much attention until I open my mouth and order a coke. Then every eye is on the American with the weird accent ordering a decidedly “wimpy” drink. I shake off the stares with a smile as I peel my glasses off.
You dozed off. Not a good idea when I want you so bad. You snarl as strong hands pin you down. Fighting for dominance, you struggle to flip me over. Soft lips capture yours and our tongues war. You lose, but you don’t mind. Tonight you might enjoy being the bottom. You moan as a knee is thrust between your thighs and teeth start nibbling your earlobe. You strain but only have a deep chuckle sound in your ears as a return. You gasp and clutch at the coverlet when my knee rubs against your center.