Inhuman

It was more like a wish, a desire... the kind of thought that you would keep to yourself.

Her mouth went dry as she watched his mouth curve, his smile settling in a little dimple. His firm arms easily steered the car through the massive rain. The silence was heating up... She was not exhausted enough to fall asleep but tired enough to rest her cheek on the side of his seat, trying not to exhale what she took in from his perfume. It was a very subtle image, hardly detectable, ignored by the other three passengers,... ignored by him. Still, her breath was making room for more of his scent in her lungs.

Suddenly, she woke up from the images that her brain was putting together towards a fantasy when the moment consumed along with the noise, the voices, the slamming of the doors. A few seconds later her heart was pounding the beat for the quiet humming of the engine. She was alone in the back seat, staring blankly at the CD player.

- Can I take you home? It's freezing outside.
She answered simply:
- No.

He turned the car and drove for about 6 minutes, then entered an underground parking lot. He pulled the keys out and turned the music off, then he got out. He stared at her with piercing looks, analyzing her every reaction. She kept watching, turned on by his bewildered looks; she didn't back off. Still cautious, he held his hand out, reaching her way. She took in the invitation, clenching her freezing fingers to his warmth. He pulled her from the car, and settled her close enough to him that he could see the tremble in her eyes. A low, quiet breeze went down her spine; she shivered.

For the first time, he relaxed his mouth into the slightest smile, desire starting to burn in his eyes. He pulled her closer to him, placing his hand on her upper back, than sliding his fingers downwards until he reached her hipbone. He closed in and kissed the corner of her mouth, briefly. Then he pushed back to see... her eyes trembling in feeling. She pressed her dry, hot lips on his mouth, clenching her fists to his white shirt. Again, and again. Again. When she backed off, he slid his arms around her, his expression ravished by their chemistry. He struggled to keep from devouring her right then and there, finally managing to lift her in his strong arms. He took her silently up the stairs, never ceasing to watch the oxygen pulse through her being. They only stopped for a moment, in front of his apartment.

The door opened and closed with a click, a moment before he laid her on the immense bed in the dormitory. She couldn't open her eyes. Her breath got uneven when she felt him sit next to her. He took a rose from the vase and started caressing her with its softness, following her neckline, her arms and palms, to the tips of the fingers. Her skin tightened and her back arched, revealing the now perfectly round breasts under the almost see-through black dress. He kept watching, closely, attentively, reacting to the slightest moves that she continued on doing. She opened her mouth to breathe, and he touched her full lips with the beauty of the rose. She gasped and, in a flick, she opened her eyes and faced him. She reached with her left hand for his face, revealing a fit, slender arm, and her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to bring him closer. His lips tightened with thirst at the view and he could hardly resist her, but he did... He pushed her away until she was again lying on her back, and traced his fingers on her cheek, continuing with her chest, then resting his hand on her stomach. He took hold of her ribcage and, with one arm, he lifted and pulled her on top of him.
She glazed at his controlled features, pressing her palms against his shoulders. She lifted her head and, twisting her fingers through his hair again, she kissed him. Time stopped.
She was so small, he could reach every inch of her body without any wide move. He took hold of her tiny waist, pulling her closer and his now cold fingers touched the almost dangerous heat of her thighs. She was so delicate, with skin so smooth' and yet her muscles were contracted with the fear of not having him soon enough. She shivered; her eyes went wide open with a grasp of air. She leaned in, tracing the contour of his mouth with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers were tickling the thin, perfectly tanned line of skin, that his shirt and jeans revealed in between. That was it.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted, desperately, to finally have her... to have her just for him. He also knew that whatever he wished for, he would get. But he cared for her too much. He let her decide; in his mind, his hands and her curves were put together into slow motion frames. She smiled a crooked smile and traced two fingers just under his jeans line, tensing him up, then with a sudden move pulled off his shirt, starting to caress his body with her breath. When she got to his face, she bit his lower lip, teasing him, and laughed slightly, leaving him without the kiss that he waited for. In one second, he rolled on top of her, holding her arms with one hand and her face with the other; he kissed her so passionately. She went mad, her muscles were contracting. She wanted to fight back, but she knew he wouldn't let her go, she knew that he knew that she loved it... and she wanted more. When her arms went around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, his hands raised her dress line little by little, 'till it finally went off. And there she was, almost naked, with him holding her immobilized.
Stop! It wasn't fair! In a second, she slid between his arms and got out, and savagely pressed her whole body weight against him. Giggling, he fell flat on his tummy. But she wasn't joking at all. She held his wrists firmly at his back and bit his ear. She was enjoying it, but something wasn't right. Her buttocks were too soft to be sitting on something as rough as the back of his jeans. She rolled him on his back and undid his pants, pushing them away under his confused looks. He gained back his confidence when her thighs were clenching onto his hips. She was sitting on top of his very dark, black, boxers.

Both knew it was too late to stop. And who wanted to, anyway?