Friday I'm in Love
The door clicked softly behind them. Lizzy, being the only one not familiar with the room, looked around her in wonder. Classy, dignified, with a touch of the Scottish, it smacked of Ralph Lauren Home. She felt her testosterone rise a level or two in the presence of so much plaid and mahogany.
It took her a minute, but she finally noticed that she was alone in the center of the large room. Turning, she found William leaning against the closed door, watching her.
“Very nice man lair you have here, William.”
He chuckled and moved away from his resting place to drape his coat over an overstuffed leather chair near the stone inlaid fireplace.
“So,” she began again, hoping to ease the tension that was beginning to permeate the room, “that's a very big bed. Is that where the magic…”
In two strong steps, William silenced her. His hands grasped the sides of her face, pulling her to him and startling her in to a pleasant quiet.
“Shut up, Princess,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her. He started with a soft nibble on her lower lip, just a little teasing of her senses that made her catch her breath. He followed that with a subtle peck that left her wanting and made her lean into him for more. It was then that he laid siege to her mouth. Deep, long, powerful strokes of his tongue overwhelmed her and stole the strength from her legs. Lizzy had never expected to be so affected, or for him to be so… good. She wasn't sure why she had thought he would be reserved, not after the tango the night before. But if this was just the beginning, she began to burn with the idea of what was yet to come.
William slid one hand to the back of her neck and the other to her lower back. With a forceful jerk he pulled her more firmly into himself until she could feel all of him against her. The corner of her mouth twitched in recognition- she wasn't the only one burning.
A sudden desire to rip his shirt off hit Lizzy like a bolt of lightening, so she indulged herself. William drew back suddenly in surprise, and she took advantage of the sliver of space now between them. Her hands moved in a slow expedition of the hills and valleys of his neck, his shoulders, his torso until she reached the barrier of the waistband of his pants. William stopped her there and turned away. Lizzy watched him as he opened a large armoire across the room and turned on a stereo that had been hidden behind its doors. Quiet strains of smooth, sexy jazz wafted through the room as he turned back to look at her.
Lizzy saw him breath deeply, but he didn't move.
“What's the matter?” she asked, a nervousness settling in the pit of her stomach. She suddenly felt like a young girl in the throes of her first heavy petting session.
William shook his head and rubbed a hand through his hair. The sight of him, shirt fully open, so casually sexual, his lips swollen and parted from being kissed, all hit her hard. Her pulse quickened with her breath.
“I don't want to talk. I don't want everything I say to sound like some meaningless come-on. I have feelings for you that I don't want to trivialize with the stupid rhetoric everyone says in the bedroom. And I don't think I can say how I feel like I mean to say it…” his words drifted off and his frustration was evident.
This she could understand, relate to, because she felt it, too. A smile came to her and she moved toward the very tall bed. With an undignified scrabble she made it to the top. Once there she pulled her sweater off over her head and threw it at William. Standing on her knees in the middle of the bed, hands firmly planted on her hips, Lizzy raised a challenging eyebrow at him.
“I'm sure there are other ways you can come up with to say something without words, William. Or do you lack creativity?”
The gauntlet thrown, William let out a primal growl as he took a running dive for the bed. Tumbling her over backwards in a flurry of limbs and giggles, William pinned her to the bed and hovered over her, raised up on his hands and knees.
“You better hurry up and take me, Tarzan. I don't know how long I can stay aroused in all this plaid,” she teased, looking up at him with eyes that reflected the same level of affection that he had tried to express earlier.
“I thought I told you to shut it, woman. Are you still talking?” he purred as he raked his teeth over the soft junction of her neck and jaw.
And thus ended the comedy portion of the evening.
With her hands pinned uselessly over her head, Lizzy had only her legs to work with. One of the side effects of her job being a high level of agility and dexterity, she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled herself up meet him. A low moan rumbled in William's chest as he lowered them both back to the bed and released her hands. Leaning over on one elbow, he slid his hand down her neck, over the curve of her breast, to the scar on her abdomen. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her, but she shook her head no. Bending over her, he dropped a soft kiss upon the age old injury, then made nothing more of it for the entirety of the evening.
William's eyes traversed the strong planes of her abdomen, back up to her breasts. Sliding a hand around her torso, he felt for the clasp of her bra and quickly undid it. Between the two of them, the offending article was soon tossed across the room to keep company with William's dinner jacket.
Lizzy braced her self for the expected pleasure of his hands upon her bare breasts, but it didn't come. Instead, William just gazed at her before sliding his hand once more down her body to slip under the band of her jeans. Down and around, his fingers dipped under the edge of her underwear, then stopped. Rising up, he freed his hand and used it to undo her jeans and remove them, as well as her underwear, in three quick jerks. Then back down again to resume the trail his hand had previously ventured.
With soft and tender exploration, William let his fingers wander through the valley between her legs, caress the softness of her thighs, back over the curve of her hips. A searing tension gripped Lizzy, as she waited for him, any part of him, to hit something sensitive and needy. But still he toyed with her, learning her every curve and dimple before he lost himself totally to the lushness of her.
She groaned from the over stimulation of her nerve endings, wanting to grab him and pull him over her, forget the foreplay. William sensed her agony and pulled himself up, divesting himself of the rest of his own clothing. With this annoyance out of the way, his intent was to continue his previous exploration, but Lizzy was too quick for him. For here before her was a feast for her visual senses. Together, on their knees in the middle of the massive bed, they read each other's bodies like love sonnets.
But all this petting, stroking and touching could not be sustained indefinitely. The tension between them was building at a rapid pace. Their breathing had become quick and ragged, their bodies heating to an intolerable level. William craved Lizzy, he needed her. And he pulled her to him roughly and feasted on her neck with a hunger. Slowly they slid, back to the welcoming softness of the bed, as passion and heat lessened the sophistication of their actions and drove them to some baser level.
Their kisses became rough and demanding, their hands following suit until finally William could wait no more. Feeling completely in tune with him, Lizzy opened herself up to him and he pushed into her with slow, firm thrusts until she melted around him and let him fully in. Every bit of her tingled and seared with pleasure as he pushed in and pulled out in a rhythm that suited her perfectly, as though his personal preference of pace and pressure had been molded after her own. On and on he stroked, with a slowly increasing tempo until they both had reached a crescendo of motion and a pinnacle of pleasure the ended in an explosion of pure white release.
Gasping and spent, entangled together in completeness, they free fell back to earth. And slowly they smiled at each other, reading in the other's eyes what they each knew to be true. They had found the other half of their soul.