Unrecognizable Desires

They danced across the dancefloor and whirled out of the reception hall towards the balcony at the south end of the massive reception hall, with the music following them.

The music was loud enough that it floated across the large room and accompanied them till they stood under the dark shade of finely trimmed trees in huge flower pots.

The night seemed pleasant. Luminous rays of the moon bounced off the shiny marble tiles, feet away from the shades they were standing under.

Lina could not tell what had come over her, or why she had come with him, or even why she was standing there under the shade of darkness with him when his eyes were gleaming with an intent she knew and recognized so well — desire.

She recognized it because she could feel it too. She was mysteriously feeling the sudden surge of excitement inside her, so intense she couldn't bring herself to think, couldn't get a grip on herself.

"I thought they looked beautiful; now I'm more convinced." He commented, and Lina stared confusedly.

"Your eyes," He said, raising his hand to touch her face. Fluttering tingles traveled across her skin to the tip of her hair at the warm touch of his fingers.

He touched the tendril of hair that had fallen on her face, and he safely tucked it behind her ear. "Your eyes are beautiful." He closely said, and Lina felt the tumble in her stomach again as she silently looked at him, feeling words trapped.

He steered her to the far end of the balustrades. With no warning, with no hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her lips, and to her own surprise, her lips parted, and her hands reached for him, and she kissed him back with the same passion, exploring for the sensual satisfaction a man and woman could give to one another.

Lina wasn't sure what was happening. She had never been this way, never lost control over the reactions of her body in the way she was responding to him.

Her body was alive and overflowing with the feelings of a woman who ached for the primitive pleasure a man could give her.

She could recognize that overwhelming wanton feeling of desire in her, just as she had recognized his.

Its ugly head was compelling her to indulge by sinking its tentacles inside her and completely overriding her thinking faculty.

Maybe it was the many years she had stayed alone, stayed celibate since Serena was born, as she hadn't been willing to throw herself into the game of hearts and pleasures that would probably leave her unsatisfied and broken again.

In almost five years, she had never been kissed or touched and had never let herself feel whatever it was he was making her feel at the moment. This crazy feeling had closed any reservations about taking what he was offering.

Pete felt heady with unrecognizable desire in a way he had never done before, and not even in his current and almost ending relationship with his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend, Gina Wilmort, who he hadn't seen in five months, three weeks, and six days. Not that he was counting.

He wasn't one to want sex this badly, but right now, he was burning with a need for it, and the girl in his arms, who owned a body so wildly seductive, was also in need of it, and he wasn't going to disappoint her.

Pete placed her hands around his neck, and she firmly hooked them around him as he deepened the kiss, giving her the same passion she was giving him.

Pete wasn't mistaken. She was caught up in the same primitive urgency he could feel burning in him.

Pete's fingers tingled with heat as they traveled down her curvaceous mold. She had all the curves in the right places and proportions, and he had been tormented all day by imagining how she looked underneath the skin-clinging dress.

Her breasts were full and rounded, and he wanted nothing but to hold and feel them.

His hand went around her back, and slowly he undid her zip, deftly evading her notice as he drowned her in his kisses.

Still kissing her, he eased down the strap of her dress to reveal her breast, barely hidden away in a strapless bra. Lina jerked her head up in alarm while he drew a sharp breath.

A lustful gleam twirled in his eyes as he solely looked at her breast like they were the fascinating thing he had ever looked upon.

"You can't.... someone might—"

"No one will see." He breathed out before yanking down her bra to fully display what he was being treated to.

Gently he cupped her breasts and traced his thumbs around her nipples which were now perked to attention. Lowering his head, he dropped a kiss on them that drew a pleasurable sigh from Lina.

Pete pushed her to the end of the balustrade and pinned her for support before voraciously descending on her breast with his mouth while his finger entreated the other. Her nipples were so hardened; they felt just right in his hand and lips, just perfect.

Pete peeked a glance at her, and he could see she was overtaken with passion. She was wanting of him. Her arched back pushing forward her mounds for his attention, said so.

She was more than ready for action, and he was willing to deliver — deliver in spades.

Taking advantage of the slit of her dress, he trailed a feverish touch up her thigh as he hitched her skirt higher. His hand found a thong covering where he knew she needed him to be.

He stroked the sensitive flesh, and he heard her sigh in pleasure. Her body was all wound up in absolute readiness for him. Her arousal was just as hellish as his own, and the excitement was almost killing.

He traced his hand around the tiny band of her thong, and slowly, eased it off her. Lina looked down at what he was doing, and she couldn't help but notice the devilish smile that curled his lips as he slipped it into the pocket of his pant.

"Why are you—"

"No talking." His mellifluous voice was deep and seductive.

He grabbed her by the waist and placed her on the balustrade. "Hold tightly, love." He said and whipped out his wallet. Lina noticed his rapid search for something, but whatever he was looking for, he didn't seem to find.

"What luck I have." He hissed as he slipped his wallet back into his pocket.

Lina finally realized what he had been looking for, condoms. Her senses slowly began to reel back, but before she could lay hold on the faintest streak of it, he closed in on her and planted a distractive kiss on her neck.

"There are still ways to have pleasure." He breathed against her throat before placing a kiss there. "Plenty of it." He husked into her ears as he parted her legs and stood between them before stroking her slick petals. Lina jolted at the touch of his hand.

"Careful now." He wickedly smiled against her lips before going in for a kiss. He inserted his fingers inside of her, and her legs parted even wider on their own accord, permitting him to continue with what he intended to do to her.

Pete watched her as she groaned in pleasure and ground her waist against his hand. She was reveling in the pleasure he was giving her, and him in the sight of her getting satisfaction from him.

Watching her under bright moonlight as she came undone, she seemed like a vixen, a temptress he wanted in his bed all night long. Though it wasn't something he had done before, he could imagine himself doing it. She was stirring a lot of unfamiliar feelings within him.

Seeing her cry with excitement made him want to throw caution to the wind and take her, protection be damned. But despite how excited he was, he'd never indulge in something like this without a condom. His protection was far more important.

He could remember Christopher shoving a few packets of condoms inside his wallet a week ago, where had they gone? He wouldn't be surprised if the bastard took them again.

Pete felt her climax, her hot liquid spilled into his hand as her muscles trembled against him. He could feel the pulse of her clits as she came undone.

Her body trembled as she leaned forward towards his shoulder.

He chuckled at how limp she felt. He pulled up her bra and rolled back the strap of her dress in place before doing up her zip, his hand still safely holding her by the waist.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and just as he wiped her thigh, her head jerked up.

'What are you doing?' Her eyes screamed aloud when she suddenly felt too embarrassed to ask with her mouth. The aftermath of her actions setting in.

And just like other times, he looked at her as if he knew her thoughts, how embarrassed she was.

"Let's not ruin your dress." He softly said. "And I think it's a bit too late to be shy now, don't you think?" His arched a brow at her.

"I'm not shy." She denied, her voice almost in a husky slur.

Pete agreeably nodded as he tried to hold back a smile. "I don't doubt that, but will you rather clean up in front of me, or will you let me do it and save you the embarrassment you'd feel when I stare at you, because believe me, I will. I'll ogle, and I won't be shy."