Lips like a sin

14/31

I’d been looking at her for the last few hours. I rarely went clubbing anymore, the music too loud, the alcohol too expensive, the looks of men too leery. I had been a player once but I had grown out of the game a long time. It just wasn’t worth it, I was long over it.

Or so I thought.

She hadn’t stopped dancing one minute since I had started noticing her. She was striking in all the good and bad ways. Her red lipstick was still pitch-perfect even though her raven black hair had matted to her skin and her green eyes glazed over. I would have bet money that she wasn’t even slightly buzzed. Her red lips curved in a mad smile, her hips were swivelling around in pants too skinny for her but which I let me appreciate her full ass. Listening to her own beat, her tattooed arms high in the air making wild gestures. She wasn’t the most graceful dancer or the most erotic one but in a room of of grim faces dancing all alike, she was the giddiest one.

Once upon a time it would have been easy. Find her. Fuck her. Forget her. These days it was more complicated. Too complicated. My body still craved the high that came from sex but I just couldn’t deal with the rest. I wanted domestic intimacy, a sunday afternoon spent watching trashy soap operas, washing in the kitchen ellbow by ellbow, spooning a loved one in the bed, not these empty promises of calling someone you have no intention of calling, the vacant smiles and tedious flattery that were somehow all part of the game…

I didn’t want an easy lay, but for that creature on the dance floor, seemingly unaware of her surroundings, I would have been willing to make her the exception to my rule. I had no idea how to go about it though and while I thought about it, she had slunk up to me.

“I’ve seen you watching me, you know” she says in a breathy voice. “If you want to fuck me, you have to talk to me first, you know” she continues in the same tone of voice that spreads goosebumps all over my arms. “Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?” A few years ago, I would have jumped on the occasion. Hell, a few years ago, I would have jumped her.

She must have felt my reticence because she cocked her head “I read you wrong? You don’t wanna fuck?”

I laugh and shake my head. “No, no, it’s just….” The lust in her black eyes gives way to something deeper. Something like understanding maybe. “You want something more” she softly says, and I agree.

“Well, I got news for you” she breathes in my ear. “You can have it all. And I’m definitely wet from you watching me, so tell me what it’s gonna be, miss?” Again I’m sorely tempted to drag her away from this temple of noise but again I draw from reserves of restraint I didn’t know I had.

“It’s gonna be talking. Then fucking” I say with as much firmness in my voice as I can muster. She laughs at that. “so that’s how it’s gonna be” she says, but she doesn’t leave. And we talk, as much as we can in the cramped atmosphere, at least.

And after a while I’ve decided I’ve known her enough and she’s been ready for a while too. Which is why, when I ask her if she wants to go someplace else she smiles the smile of a shark. “No. I’m gonna show you two can play that game.” I want to interrupt her, saying this is not a game, but she goes on “we’re gonna get back to your place and then you’re gonna offer me a beer and then we’re gonna sleep together. And I do mean just that, sleep”.

She looks pretty smug saying that but I don’t hesitate taking her hand in mine. I know everything’s gonna happen just as she said.

— — — —

The next morning I wake up confused. I know we fell asleep our legs and arms entwined but I don’t feel the warmth of her body next to mine anymore. She’s staring at me with a cheshire smile and her ruby red lipstick lips hover over mine without giving me the satisfaction of a kiss.

“I’m glad you woke up” she says, her hands all over my leg, “I thought I was gonna hve to wake you up. I wanna get acquainted with your legs but it’s more fun when you see me.”

Her face rubs my foot and she lets out little content purrs watching me closely. She puts her lips gently around my toe and sucks on it as if she was sucking an ice cone. She lets go off it with an obscene ‘plop’ sound and say “I think I’ve been a good girl long enough. Wanna see what it feels like when you can have it all?”

She shruggs of her pants and I mirror her gestures. We’re both naked now and I admire her toned arms with the colorful flowers inked on them. ‘Striking’ i think, as she circles my hips with her own and our pussies rub together. Our arms are linked and her movements grow more erratic and powerful as she’s nearing an orgasm she’s kept in since last night. Her head falls backward and I can’t resist the temptation to mark her throat with a little bite of my own. Her legs circle mine and now I’m on top of her, I don’t think I can wait much longer for my release.

She smiles. She knows.

When I’ve reached itshe holds me in her arms, her long fingers making soothing gestures through my hair.

“I’ve got a question” she murmurs in my ear. I’m expecting her to ask me if I’m ready for a second round but she’s full of surprises. “How do you like your coffee” she ask me and her red lips make an amused little smile.

“Black, no milk”. I reply.

I watch her leave the bed with a graceful movement and I think she may be right after all. Maybe you can have it all.

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