4. The night got wilder

We reached the destination around 8:30pm. It was a big hotel with luxurious aura. I couldn't take a look the beauty of hotel because my hands were shivering and I was feeling dead in my stomach. I never felt such an extreme excitement along with such nervousness. I started to feel feverish within few minutes. Still I managed to walk towards the lift. The driver had given the key and a room number.

I entered into the lift and pressed the 42nd floor button. I closed my eyes, and tried to gather my thoughts. What was I going to do when I would face him? I thought I might die if I actually see him with my own eyes. But I decided walk towards the death. Bad thoughts started to pop up into my mind.

'what if he would be mean, or insulting? But he asked to meet by himself. I just wanted to talk to him' I kept talking to myself until the lift reached the floor.

I got outside the lift and walked towards the room number. I reached the door. I stood there for a moment. And I was about to unlock the door with the key in my hand, but someone's big hand passed mine and opened it instead of me. I got surprised and looked towards the owner of the hand. My eyes widened like a ball. He was standing there, looking at me.

Meanwhile the words dropped from his lips,

"Shall we?" And he showed his towards the entrance.

I entered the room hesitantly. My mind was trying to adjust with the reality and was trying to imagine, possible awkward conversation I was going to experience.

He entered the room like a king and turned back and looked at me for a second. J felt those seconds like hours. He looked curious, but he wasn't nervous though.

"You should be hungry." He asked me thoughtfully.

"It's fine. I don't want to bother you." I politely tried to refuse. I honestly didn't want to bother him. I had forgotten all about my safety by then. I was just staring at him.

"Why don't we sit?" He suggested.

"Yes" and sat at the end of the huge sofa.

He looked at me, left me be. He didn't ask ne sit properly. Instead he started to read the menu.

"I have ordered biryani rice for you and me. I hope, it's fine." He asked.

"Thanks." I tried to smile, but couldn't.

"Do you like sweets?" He asked.

"There is no need. Biryani is enough." I tried to politely refuse. But I actually love eating sweets, if didn't sound bad.

"I have ordered some sweets for you. My favorite though. From our state. You will love them." He said happily and smiled.

"Definitely I will." I said it with confidence. It was the first sentence I spoke with confidence, since we met.

He lifted the phone beside the sofa and dialed.

"You can bring the food." He ordered to bring the food.

The dinner arrived. He put it on a dining table and sat beside me at the corner of the table. Looking at him, sitting so close to me, my heart started to pump rapidly. I took some deep breaths and tried to look normal.

He set the plate by himself and asked me to start.

Hesitantly, I started to eat. Though food was tasty, I wasn't in any condition to eat at that time. Still I was trying to eat. I started feel feverish again and I heard. He was saying something.

"So, you think I'm lazy." He looked at me with quirky smile and asked.

"No. Not like that. But you don't actually talk. Do you? The highest amount of words I heard from you, were today." I tried to explain myself.

He just smiled.

"And I had also written some good things too." I tried to remind him the good things from the letter.

"Yes. I read. Five times." He said with naughty smile.

I unknowingly got my tongue out of mouth after accepting my mistake.

"Sorry for that." I apologized.

"Nobody has ever done something like that with me you know. Or I don't know if they have it." He shared some thoughts.

I smiled while blushing a little and looked down. I wasn't actually able to meet the eyes with him. I didn't even notice how handsome he was looking. He was wearing grey trouser & black shirt, which was enhancing his physique by proper fitting. His hair was naturally wavy and was combed properly, pulled back from the face. He was indeed looking handsome!

We finished our dinner or tried to finish while looking at each other silently. We couldn't actually each much. He was nervous too, but he wasn't showing it. We cleaned the table and he asked me have some sweets.

I nodded yes and sat on the table beside him. He opened the sweet and asked me to have some. I grabbed a spoon and tasted it. It was heavenly tasty. I asked him to eat but he refused.

"It's your favorite dish, why aren't you eating?" I asked curiously.

"I am planning to eat something sweeter." His sentence reached my brain, but my mind couldn't handle it. I kept the spoon down, and looked him in the eye. He was serious. I felt frozen. He kept looking at me. I gathered my senses and tried to look away but couldn't. He mesmerized me. He broke the eye contact and pulled my chair towards him. Now, our faces were few inches away. He asked softly,

"Won't you allow me to taste something sweeter?"

I looked down again, took a spoonful of the sweet, fed into my mouth carefully. He looked at me with confusion.

I reached him, placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled him towards me. He didn't try to oppose. He knew what I was going to do. He was just staring at me. I pulled him towards me until his lips met mine. I opened his lips with my lips and fed him the sweet which was inside my mouth. He ate it carefully while looking at me. My eyes were sparkling. He pulled me now towards him started eating sweetness from my lips. I let him do it and closed my eyes. Few moments later, I opened my eyes, got up from my seat, pulled his chair out towards me and sat on his lap with my legs surrounded him from both sides. I looked him in the eyes, he looked mine. I recognized the feeling of desire. I put my hand on the back of his head and started to play with his hair. He touched my lower lip with his thumb. I pulled him towards me after playing with his hair for a while. I pressed my lips a little harder this time on his lips. He opened his lips slowly. He wasn't used to giving control i guess. But I like to be top as well as bottom. As it pleased me. I bit his lower lip a little. He looked at me with surprise. I smiled naughtily. And started kissing him hard. The passion and depth of feelings reached to French kiss. We were engaged into it for a while. I disengaged my lips from his and slid my lips on his right cheek. I felt the pointy edges of his trimmed beard on my lips. I kissed on a cheek for a while and moved towards his right ear. I reached his ear and he made moaning sound. He looked pleased. He closed his eyes with pleasure. I sucked his earhole to give him a shock. He shivered for a second and he grabbed me hard. He pulled my head to kiss on my lips again. I let him kiss them for a while and again moved towards his ears. Now I focused on his earlobe. I grabbed it into my teeth and bit it a little before kissing it with my wet lips. He felt the pleasure and made some sounds. I moved towards back of his earlobe and touched it with my tongue. The roughness of my tongue made him mad. He grabbed me tighter. After few more strokes of my tongue, he lifted me up and walked towards the bedroom, while he was kissing me and I kissing him.