The entire scene played in my mind, like an old movie stuck on the same track, over and over. Standing in the terminal, my eyes danced across all the faces. An elderly couple embraced. A worn-out mother held her screaming toddler who arched his back trying his best to flip out of her grip. A man in a dark suit studied his watch. A few passengers darted past my field of vision until there was a clear line of sight. For just a moment my heart stopped and then once it began beating again, I could hear little else.
It was as if my legs were encased in cement. My breathing came and went quickly; lips dry. I had the sudden urge to rub my chest for comfort, perhaps to make sure my heart did not beat right out of my body.
He was stunning. Perhaps a foot or so taller than myself. Dark eyes fixed me with a stare that almost made me drop to my knees. Fingers pressed into my sternum and I held my breath as he moved toward me. A wolf. That is what he reminded me of. My eyes darted around for an exit, then closed while my lungs filled with a long steady breath.
Eyes opened—he was right there.
Our eyes met and without a word, he held the back of my head with one hand, gently gripping my hair. His other hand held my face, and I released my breath in an almost audible gasp. I heard him inhale sharply and watched his eyebrows knit together, before his strong, full lips brushed across mine. Lethal amounts of electricity went coursing through my entire body and pulsed where ever he touched me. A noise escaped my parted mouth, feeling myself sink into the floor. My hands reached for him. His waist. His shoulder. The world was spinning; it was hard to say where I grabbed. His hand fell from my face and I felt the weight and warmth of it on the small of my back, pressing me against him, supporting me.
He whispered against my lips and his warm breath against my skin started an inferno inside of my body. I could hear the break in his voice as if he were thirsty. I couldn’t say what the words were. Time paused all around us as his eyes bore into mine. Our lips still touched, unmoving for that moment. My breath became his breath as our chests rose and fell together. My hands clung to him as his fingers pressed lightly into the base of my neck. The hand on my back had slid down to my hip and he tilted his head, moving his lips over mine without really making contact. In one swift movement, his mouth took mine, like a hunger. Need filled me and I made a strangled moan inside the kiss.
Breaking for a second, his fingers played along the hem of my short, pleated skirt, “You listened. Good girl.”
He felt just as I imagined he would; solid and strong. His scent was clean, with a hint of exotic spices. I was overcome. Like waves washing over me, passion flooded my senses. He broke the kiss and grinned. Panting, I struggled to find my voice and managed to choke out a few forced words.
“Maybe we should go…somewhere…anywhere, Sir.”
“Eager, are we?” His voice was smooth and the grin lingered on his lips.
Heat filled my face as his eyes surveyed me like a predator. My lips parted as if to say something but no words could make their way from my brain to my tongue. I just nodded as I heard him chuckle.
He leaned in brushing his lips along my jawline and whispered in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Love.” He caught my earlobe between his teeth and gently raked them across it. My knees buckled and I found myself grabbing his arms. I knew the answer to his question, but my head was in a fog. My entire body trembled and ached. He held me firmly in is arms. For that, I was grateful.
“I want you, Sir.” That was all I could manage as he looked at me with that grin, just waiting. It was more than that. He knew.
“You can do better than that.”
My cheeks burned at his words. I looked all around the airport terminal to make sure onlookers couldn’t see the images tumbling around in my head, like an erotic circus.
My eyes closed for a moment in a desperate attempt to settle my nerves; then opened again.
“I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me…” The words rolled off my tongue and I could taste the truth of them. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He drew me in for another kiss, holding my face with one hand, then pausing to say, “Right here? In front of all these people?”
I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
(possibly continued at a later time)
