Eden

Then I turned around to open my door and got in. I looked back at him and pulled him inside.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked with blazing eyes of lust.

"More than sure."

The alcohol we consumed earlier seemed to have lost it's potency because I was in full alert and completely aware of him and our closeness to each other.

He stood right behind me while I was locking the door. My heart was almost bursting from all the adrenaline that rushed through my system like a drug that caused euphoric sensations I had never felt before. I was hot and cold at the same time, and couldn't move away from the door to face him.

He was the one who closed the distance between us. His finger gently pushed my hair from my shoulder and kissed the sensitive skin of my neck. The soft small peck alone caused goosebumps all over my body. I leaned my head to the side to grant him more access and was rewarded by his continual kissing of my neck. He worked his way down to my shoulder while moving the strap of my dress off. The promise of more things to come made my body shiver.

When I finally turned around to face him I saw the expression in his eyes and it took my breath away. He wore the gaze of a predator who was about to pounce on it's prey after a long chase. I could also see an excited glint in his eyes in the prospect of finally conquering and feasting on his victim, me.

My knees gave up their purpose of keeping me upright and he pressed me against the door before I could slip. He held my face with both hands and took my lips. No. He devoured them with violent strokes all the while coaxing my mouth to open up for him. I surrendered. And once I did, the urgency of his caress ceased and turned into tenderness. I didn't know which was more intoxicating, the gentle or the hungering kiss. However, I as determined to find out by the time this night of lovemaking was over.

He lifted me off the ground by grabbing my buttocks and I locked my legs around his waist. It was my turn to take charge of the rhythm of our kiss. I relished it and reveled in the potency my mouth had over him. He walked very slowly in the direction of my living room.

"Bedroom?" he murmured.

"That way." I pointed with my lips that was freed for a second.

Once we were in front of my bed he let go of me while making sure I was capable of keeping my balance. He leaned his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes. We were panting heavily. The invigorating smell of his breath made me inhale deeply to savor it even more. I was drugged, by his lips, his scent, his touch, and his nearness in general, I had to close my eyes to calm my heart which was close to exhaustion. He too used the brief reprieve to control his hunger.

Opening my eyes was like giving him, us, the green light to finally have a go at each other. I grabbed his shirt and began to unbutton it while he took care of his pants. By the time his pants were off I hadn't even finished the second button because of my trembling fingers. He chuckled and took over the unfastening of his shirt and was done in no time.

I stared at his body.

He stood in front of me only in his boxer briefs.

In awe of his deliciousness and his sinful hardness, I licked my lips and gulped visibly. I was hungry for him.

Then it was my turn to get undressed. He came closer and motioned me to turn around. It took only a second to unzip my dress, but he took his time pulling the cloth off of my body. He kissed every bit of skin he uncovered starting at the nape of my neck and slowly moving his way down my spine. He was kneeling behind me and I was trembling by the time he reached my lower back. It took only one pull at the seam of my dress and it swooshed down to my feet. My Victoria's Secret strapless bra was unhooked within nanoseconds and I stood with my back to him in my thong.

When I turned around to face him, he held his breath and slowly stood up on his feet. Our gaze were fixed at each other like someone staring at a hypnotic pendulum. He closed the distance between us and kissed me while slowly maneuvering me onto the bed. I had my arms locked around his neck and completely let him take over.

Once I was on the bed, he lifted my arms up over my head started kissing me. It rained butterfly kisses and gentle caresses all over her body. I closed my eyes to focus my senses solely on the brushes of his lips, and his soft touches. I was in complete ecstasy over the sensations he caused.

It's too early for us to do this.

He will think I'm too easy.

Will he think lowly of me for agreeing on this too soon?

Doubts started to creep from the depths of the rational part of my brain. I had only known him for a week, despite the fact that to me, it felt like forever. We had gotten to know each other so well in the last couple of days. I told myself to stop doubting and to stop thinking badly of him since I was sure he was a good guy.

He had to have felt the tension in my body because he leaned over me with his hands next to my ears and looked me in the eyes questioningly.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I replied hurriedly.

"It's just..."

"Just what?" he asked softly.

"Will you still respect me in the morning after this? I mean, I'm not the kind of woman who...you know...does this...with someone I don't have a relationship with...I want this...but..."

"I will always respect you."

Those words were enough to eradicate all my doubts and my hesitation. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him hungrily with all the pent up desire that had been accumulating over the last days. Every lustful glance at his body I threw at him while he wasn't looking, every sigh of disappointment for all the goodnight kisses that ended up on my cheeks instead of my lips, every blush and all the heart racing his nearness had caused were finally rewarded.

I moaned in ecstatic pleasure. Our bodies moved together in a dance of intimate ardency. The sweat of passion and the expended energy for the sensuously euphoric choreography of our bodies ended in mind numbing peaks of blissful sensations that came like wave after wave in which we both seemed to drown.

Once the ecstatic stupor in our befuddled brain subsided, we began the whole frenzied dance over and over again until we collapsed satiated into a contented slumber.

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When I woke up my whole body ached. All of my muscles seemed to have been pushed to a complete depletive limit. I could barely move, and my stretching out on my bed caused an uncomfortable strain in some regions of my body. The palm of my hands glided over the mattress and found emptiness where Keane was supposed to be lying. I sat up and looked around.

He was gone.

I got out of bed despite the protests of my aching muscles to look for him or a message he might have left, but he was nowhere to be found and there was no note to tell me where he had gone.

I was dumbstruck.

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