J. O. Y. ARAGON
Published: 2021-05-28
Total Pages: 36
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It smelled like orchids, maybe wine and it felt sexy and erotic in the tropical room. The air was humid, just like the east coast beach at night. Her hair looked like red velvet; her eyes were a nutmeg brown. Her long fingers felt great through his hair. She turned. Her long dress clinging to the smooth ride of her hip. "Play some blues," Noah asked her, tasting the slow thickness of a brandy, watching the smoke from her vape pen dissipate in the humidity. "Look," Noah stumbled on his words, then remembered he didn't need them. She turned slowly and locked into his gaze. He held her still with his. He held her still with his thought as he walked towards her. She opened her mouth to ask, but he stopped her with a quick arm around her tiny waist. She was breathing softly, her eyes focused on him and he could see her pulse slightly in her throat. She grabbed his shoulder as he demanded her attention and her touch. His lips stopped directly above her ear and he felt the heat as she waited for his direction. His hand slid down her waist to his hip. He pulled her left arm firmly, slowly until her back pressed up against his chest. His thoughts made her very still. She was soft, sweet and sexy. He wanted her. His focus was very direct. The touch of her hand felt like magic. Her eyelashes fluttered and he could feel their breathing fall into rhythm. "Don't play the blues." He told her softly. He slid her strap off of her glittery, well built shoulder. Her soft breast felt like fire in his hand and her nipples were harder than ice cubes. He couldn't handle wrestling with his mind and his body, forgot to be gentle and removed her clothing without hesitating. He left his rational, civilized self for a moment and became one with the sweetness of life.