"You know, you keep calling me, Mr. Nelson, there's gonna be trouble." He softly chuckled, teasing, hoping she would find it charming. Usually, things had always been so easy with women, the chase ending in minutes with bodies crashing into each other. She, on the other hand, had been a different venture altogether, hard to read, hard to place, and instead of losing interest, it only spurred him on even more.
Lids fluttering coyly, she peered above the rim of her porcelain mug. "Good trouble or bad trouble?" Lipstick left a perfect pink kiss over the edge as she finished her sip. Slightly licking the chocolate remnants at the corner, she waited for his answer.
In that moment, as his body begged to be the cup she held so carefully in her delicate fingers, he finally realized she was actually flirting with him. It was vague, and she wasn't very good at it, but she was flirting. She had been leaving breadcrumbs all evening, and he followed them, right to her door. They were gentle, slight, things you could easily brush off as misunderstandings. Something she used to keep the ego guarded, he wondered how many men missed her subtlety, getting lost in her word play, giving up before they even knew they had a chance.
"Hmmmm." The sound escaped him as he widened his eyes, then narrowed them quickly as he looked at her. Prince made it all too clear that he was aware of her game, but he needed her to understand how badly he wanted to play.
The intensity of his gaze was too much, and Evie hurriedly looked away. "Sorry." The apology fell from her as a crutch, but she wasn't sure what instance she was sorry for. That word always left her lips, a blanket statement for insecurity. "It's just a habit, you know, from the kids... respect and all..." Her words disappeared as she folded into herself nervously, adjusting her thigh from pressing against his, disheartened she placed the cup on the table and readied to say goodnight. Fearing the conversation had gotten stale, any hope she had held began to fade. Their future date, a goodbye kiss, just a little more time with his company, all slipping easily from her grasp.
"Yup." Another small phrase left him. His words were nothing barely sounds, but his eyes surveyed every inch of her beneath the lamp light. Feeling her body shift away, he leaned back in, savoring the rustle of layers as their bodies drew closer. He knew exactly how to bring her attention to him. "Archeopteryx."
"What?" Evie snapped, bringing her away from herself almost immediately. The name sounded so out of place to their current conversation.
"You heard me, Archeopteryx. It's a dinosaur." That one name left him with so much confidence.
"I know what they are, Prince." She struggled not to roll her eyes at his patronizing assumption. "Besides, they aren't dinosaurs."
"Late Jurassic period, I mean it's a bird type, right?"
"Yeah." She whispered warily, unsure of where he was leading her, but thankful the conversation was continuing. It seemed like he wasn't quite ready to leave, at least not yet.
"Come on, you said a person's favorite dinosaur can say a lot about them... then what does mine say?"
"Wait, that's your favorite dinosaur?" Of course, it would be.
"Well, I mean, I did a report on them in the 6th grade." Still, he remembered everything about that stupid dinosaur. He had always wondered why his brain kept the unnecessary information, and now, suddenly, he was thankful. "What does it say, Evie?" Pressing his thigh tighter against hers, he searched within the small space between them. Tension beginning to rise, he leaned closer, wanting to find a hint of anticipation flickering there. Her breath caught anxiously as she spun scenarios, and he wanted to know them all.
"Ummm." Taking a second to collect her thoughts, she weighed her words carefully. "You break the rules... and follow your own path. You're unique, and you're beautiful." She slipped, giving him exactly what he was looking for. "I mean resourceful... you're resourceful." His eyebrow arched at her first statement. It had been the third time she slipped this evening, again another breadcrumb lay before him, and he was willing to follow as long as she kept leaving them.
Cocking his head, he turned to her. "Are you flirting with me?" Drawing his bottom lip behind his teeth, he questioned, lingering on her eyes, her mouth, her breasts. Wanting to make it painfully obvious that he was flirting with her as well, hoping she would finally find confidence in the company.
"No, no." Evie tried and failed to brush off his accusation. Shaking her head, her eyes grew large as she studied his reaction, terrified her desire was bubbling a little too close to the surface. He was calm, unaffected, the tip of his fingers lightly ghosting her calves. "It's just dinosaurs, Prince." Excuses... excuses he wasn't buying.
"Right, are you flirting with me through dinosaurs?"
She lost herself within an internal conversation. Struggling to even find an appropriate excuse to cover for her. She had found comfort in their conversation, his sweetness luring her to a place she knew she didn't belong. All the soft touches, his reverberating words, that smile that could make you believe anything... it wasn't flirting, it was just kindness... and she was an idiot for thinking maybe otherwise. "No, of course not." Repeating those words to him and herself, she tried to convince them both.
"You sure?" The texture of his voice like honey as he poured, thick and sweet.
"Yes." Painfully that word left her throat, anxiety, embarrassment not allowing anything else to escape.
"Well, that's too bad." His tongue clicked in disappointment. "Cause I liked it." Assuredly he swiftly brushed his fingers over the knit of his knees before leaning back casually into the cushions. Waiting patiently for her to realize his words.
"Wait, you did?" There it was.
"Yeah, no one's ever tried that one before." Stretching his arms across the back of the couch he tried to stop himself from touching her, afraid she would find excuses to pull away, like always. To his surprise she leaned in, the rounded edge of her buttons hovering above his fingers. Taunting.
"Ohhh." The surprise panic of no soon gave way to the actual panic of yes.
"You want me to try?" As if he hadn't been trying all night long.
"To flirt?" There was a stillness as she repeated those words. She hadn't misread him, she hadn't misread anything. The way he looked at her, the amber of his eyes as they glinted through the glass, there was something he'd been waiting for.
"Yeah." Trying to convince her, he wasn't sure what else he could do. Mentally he filed through every instance where she rebuffed him over the years, trying to find a reason. Maybe if he finally had her, he'd be free, and she wouldn't insistently be on his mind.
"Okay." It left her in a tremor, expecting his words, but she found his lips instead.
He wanted her mouth more than anything but decided to give her space, room to speak, room to say no, room to pull away if she needed. Focusing on the tender skin of her neck he felt her heart racing beneath him. The taste of her perfume bit his tongue as it rolled over her, feeling the tendons tense as she held her breath.
"Prince, this isn't flirting." Her words caught in her chest as it heaved against him, but she didn't pull away. Letting him explore further, he fingered the gaps in the holes of her fabric hoping with a quiet 'yes', he could have more.
"It's how I flirt. Want me to stop?" His other hand retreated from the bottom of her skirt.
"No... further." This was her favorite kind of flirting, and she didn't want him to stop. Firmly pressing his palm against her thigh, she reassured him. Every inch he traveled, every whisper of 'further' brought him closer to the top of her stockings. The soft warmth of her flesh free of its lacy restraint. His fingers edged beneath the pull of the elastic of her garter belts that tugged against her skin. "Further." A slight murmur of a word, hoping to feel the strength of his fingers stretch over her.
Legs opened further to him as he fought beneath the layers of tulle to get to her. His thumb smoothed over the dampness of the delicate trim between her thighs. Wanting to touch her, wanting to taste her, finally having his goal become his reality. "Evie?" Her name echoed off the hollow of her neck. "If you stop me now, I might die."
Grasping his forearm, she pushed it into her. "I said further." With the sudden burst of force his thumb slipped past the mesh seam, dipping between the delicate folds. Expertly the pad of his finger began to draw circles over the hardened nub, swollen with anticipation, he couldn't wait to feel it against his lips. She began to whine, the brightness of her voice as it raised made him throb. He wasn't expecting that sound, but he loved it. Feeling the growing slickness between her thighs let him know she had wanted him just as badly; he couldn't help but tease her.
"Is this for me or for the dinosaurs?" Bringing his thumb to his lips he sucked thoughtfully taking in every trace of her on his skin. Without waiting for her answer, he shifted the thin barrier and plunged his fingers back inside watching her knees jerk, before she began to writhe beneath him with every thrust. Her arms snaked around him as he worked.
Catching her breath, she smiled. "Don't be stupid, of course it's the dinosaurs." The motion of his body stopped as he took in her words. Unsure his eyes narrowed, questioning her without saying anything. Her smile slipped wickedly digging even further. "It's the T-Rex... the little arms get me every time."
"You know sometimes I can't tell if you're joking." The deadpan of her delivery convinced him of something he knew wasn't true.
"Come on Prince, of course I'm joking. Have you seen your face?" Taking the only moment his resolve had faltered all night, she found a sliver of dominance, reaching for his mouth she left the faintest kiss at the corner until his tongue beckoned her closer and enveloped her within his. She watched as his eyes closed, taking in the moment. She'd often wondered what he looked like when he kissed and now, she finally knew. Moaning softly, both found heaven in the pieces they had only dreamed of having.
"Just the face huh?"
"Yep." Reaching out she etched the line of his beard that so artfully framed the square of his jawline. Her stomach had always tied in knots just looking at him. She couldn't believe she was actually in this moment, losing her keys had started the first domino and they all kept falling... just like her.
"If you let me, I can show you the rest of me ain't half bad either." Taking her hand he skirted the appendage up his shirt, pressing her roughly against the contours of his chest. He reveled in the sound of her breath hitching the moment it accidentally bumped against his hardened shaft aching for release beneath his waistband, letting her fingers linger on the ridges before pulling away. Taking off his glasses he placed them on the side table, letting her know the small talk was over and if she was ready, he was more than willing.
"Then why don't you show me." Lifting up his sweater she surveyed the lines her hands had just met. Leaving a trail of bright blush kisses down his chest, stopping right as the fabric of his pants raised against his skin, her bottom lip grazing the hair as it thickened before dipping below the waistband. She had always loved the way he smelled the scent lingering as he passed by her room every morning. Clean, fresh, floral, like raindrops on a lilac. She couldn't wait to catch their blossoms mingling on his skin, the rose, the lavender creating a garden over flesh. Easily finding the edges of his dick as it pressed angrily against the knit begging for release, she blew a stream of air over the shaft, smiling as his knee bounced with sensitivity. Moving her hair to the side he watched impatiently for her next move, pelvis tilted slightly forward... waiting. Lightly she left her row of pink down the dark knit until she reached the tip, dropping her jaw, she engulfed the head, leaving a perfect pink O.
"Wait... wait stop." With a harrowing sigh he gently stilled her motions, her tongue retreated almost instantly.
"Sorry." Another panicked apology escaped. Afraid she had been too forward, in the uncertainty, she sat back up. Thinking she had misread cues that seconds before had been all too clear. The nail on her index finger edged her bottom lip hoping she wasn't a mess, an elegant facade to hide behind.
"No... no... no. Don't be sorry for that... never be sorry for that." He coaxed her, taking her chin within his palm, thumb lovingly tracing her lip, again smearing the stain she had just corrected. He hated that the confidence she just exuded was doused so quickly, and that he had been the one to extinguish the flame. "I want it, understand me. More than anything, I want it." Meeting her gaze, he needed her to find reassurance. "And I'm gonna get it too." His voice raised as he whispered over her cheek, the moisture of his lip lightly marking skin as he drew her face closer to his. "Just... not yet... 'cause I ain't finished with you." The focus was her and he wasn't ready to give up the reflection of those fantasies, his body would have to wait as he finally got the chance to replay in reality what his imagination only knew.
"Ohhh." Left her in a light thankful breath. Once again finding conviction, she reached out lightly tracing over the wetness her mouth had left only moments before. Watching his eyes roll closed in euphoria as her fingers gripped his girth through the fabric.
"Exactly, oh." He hissed the words on her skin, as their bodies writhed in a heated tangle, hoping to hear that sound leave from her in passion, and not surprise. "Lean back for me?" Cooing softly, she followed his direction allowing him to reach further as he slipped his fingers inside, reveling in the feel of her, the slickness he had created. His other hand tore at the buttons of her top, they had relentlessly taunted. He wanted to have all of the deep bronze of her skin that glowed against the brightly colored fabric which restricted him. Finally finding success his mouth collided with the green mesh barely covering the ebony of her nipple, every piece of her begging to be touched.
Taking in the sweetness of his mouth, she popped a few extra buttons giving him more access. Lids fluttering open the window caught her attention. She watched as a few flakes began to fall within the beam of the streetlamp just outside. "Prince?" She gasped his name, but he was used to that exact phrase; it only pushed him further. Again, she called his name, the fervor in which it slid from her throat urged him, harder, faster, deeper. Each curl of his finger brought a tremble from her thigh. "It's snowing..." She whined beneath him.
Expelling air from his lungs in frustration he stilled his hands... his mouth. In that moment he knew her attention was lost, and he desperately needed to have it. She was still so bent on distractions, he wanted to take her away from them all, leaving only him. "We live in Minneapolis, Evie. It's always snowing." Bringing her remnants to his lips he graciously licked what she had left behind. "You want me to tell you I told you so?"
"No..." Afraid she had ruined the moment in apology her hands made their way back up his sweater, fingers surveying the lines longingly. "I just thought it could be dangerous. You know... when you drive home."
Searching through the darkness out the window, he noticed the slightest flurry as they reflected against the dim light. Nothing serious or dangerous, probably melting as soon as it hit the asphalt. She was leading him with another crumb, wanting him to stay the night, but too afraid to ask. "Yeah, it looks pretty bad out there, could be real dangerous. Wouldn't wanna drive in it." Leaning into her proposition he hoped the trail would lead him right to her bedroom.
"You wanna..." She stalled before pushing forward, they had started something, and she wasn't ready for it to end, they could have hours instead of minutes. "Stay the night? For safety... I mean."
"For safety." Rimming the polka dot lace of her bra with his finger he left a moistened trail. Catching the air the sensitive skin tightened to his delight, before he consumed the erect tip.
"For safety." She repeated moaning beneath him.
"How big is your bed?" He didn't care, he'd fuck her on the floor if need be.
"It's a king. You'll fit in there just fine, I'll sleep out here."
"What if I get lonely?" Nuzzling her skin with his chin, it hadn't occurred to him she wasn't planning on being there too.
"Well, you can take my cat, if you want." She teased pressing him further, wanting to hear with words what he had let her know with his hands. Words so clearly defined there would be no doubt left to plague her.
A small chuckle left him. "I don't want your cat to keep me company, Evie. I want you."
"Me?" She questioned longing for it to leave his lips once more. He had wanted her... her... to share the bed. Out of all the faces he could have, all the places he could be, he had decided to be here with her. She wasn't used to getting what she wanted... and she wasn't aware how desperately she wanted him, until she knew maybe she could. Finally giving herself permission, she savored every second.
He thought he had made it pretty clear and hated having to convince her, he wondered if it would ever get easier. But he decided he wasn't leaving any time soon, so he was willing to find out. "I ain't knuckle deep in anyone else at the moment... Yes?" He asked hoping the answer would be.
"Yes." It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it.
"Yes?" He questioned again wanting to make sure.
"Absolutely, yes." Placing his hand back between her thighs she took his lips into hers, fingers getting lost in the curl of his hair. "Yes." Her pitch rose as he continued what she had interrupted, the heel of her pump digging into the rug. "Yes." She repeated the word over and over as his tongue replicated the fluid motion over the raised tissue of her nipple as his thumb on the sensitive hood of her clit beneath them.
"Let's go to bed, Evie." She was only able to utter another staggering 'yes' into his mouth. Pulling her from the couch he led her down the hall, his body wrapped tightly behind hers. Skirts pushed up so his dick could nestle between the curve of her ass. Rounding her hips against him as they rushed together, she pressed even tighter against him. She was going to be trouble... the best kind of trouble. "Do you have any horses, raincoats, wrappers, rubbers, jimmies..." His brain quickly flipped through every term he could, the suspense getting the best of him. Afraid any second, she would change her mind. "Condoms... do you have condoms?" Running his hands between her stockings she let out a soft giggle.
"Of course. I'm a teacher, Prince, not a prude."
"It's not that. I just... I wasn't expecting this to be my night." He wasn't used to getting what he wanted, especially with her and she was the one thing he had wanted for a long... long time.
Pressing him lightly against the wall, she stopped their movement. "For the record neither was I."
"Listen, if I'm moving too fast, we can slow things down." Whispering into her, he took in her bouquet, wanting to remember each floral note before she turned him away. In his impatience he had lost the idea that maybe this wasn't the way she did things, he'd gotten so used to it. A revolving line of bodies and faces, but it could all stop for her. He had waited for three years; he would wait a little longer if that's what she needed. "You don't have to."
"It's not always a have to, Prince." Expertly she repeated his words back to him. "Sometimes it's a want." Her hand dipped below the waistband of his pants, softly rimming her finger over a vein before lightly circling the curve in the slope of its head. The girls at work often joked about the type of underwear he wore, now she knew for a fact... none. Just moments before he told her she had to wait, but the wait was over and now it was her turn.
Finally discarding his sweater with an excited grunt, he again began making their way down the hall, slowly unzipping the bodice of her dress. The front already nearly undone to the navel; it gave him enough leeway to wrap himself around her inside. Giving a blissful sigh, she took in the warmth of his skin on hers, the slight touch of the hair that lined the center. Picking up their pace as they stumbled together past her dining room, past her closet... past her guest bathroom. There was only one door left... their destination.
"How many ya got?" He questioned peppering the velvet skin of her back with his lips.
She giggled unconcerned but it faded as began to do the math in her head trying to place all the used ones with forgotten faces, struggling to find the number that was left in the box. "How many are we gonna need?"
"We'll see." Whatever the number, he was going to use them all, every single one. Turning the knob to her door, they disappeared through the darkened space. The light clicked on immediately, shining through the cracks in the frame, he wanted to witness everything.
A familiar voice that usually lifted in song from her stereo in the living room, now lifted in ecstasy from her bedroom, echoing over the flurries that once dusted the sill of her window. Both voices now too busy to notice the snow outside as it began to thicken under the lamplight.