CHEAP THRILLS 2

     They danced and laughed so loud under the influence of alcohol. Faith danced her heart out, but what she didn't know was that it only aroused him. He stared at her from time to time and finally, he drew her into his arms, their eyes met and locked. Her bosom hit his chest and she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. 

      He smiled down at her and she smiled back.  "What?" she asked. 

       "Thank you." 

       "For what?" 

       "For cheering me up tonight." 

       "Come on, you do the same for..." 

   Her words trailed off when he grabbed her lips with his. She was surprised at first, but then, she felt like she was melting into him as he kissed her passionately. She couldn't think of anything else, but to kiss him back and the taste of the alcohol from his mouth did not only intoxicate her, but she found it incredibly sweet and it made her kiss back. 

      They kissed each other slowly at first, then gradually it moved to kiss hungrily and then it grew fierce. Racing hearts, yearning mouths, greedy hands. They fumbled with each other's clothes. His hands moved to her back and ran down her zipper, and pulled down the dress, she let it fall to her legs, leaving her with her bra and panties. Faith let out a low moan as his bare hands touched her raw skin at the back. 

      A quick shiver ran over her skin, ran into her blood when he flicked the clasp of her bra open and he pulled it away from her and flung it across the room. She fumbled with his buttons. Those hands wrapped her breast, his thumbs stroked across her nipples, awaking new needs, churning up a storm in her belly. 

       She finally unbuttoned him and he shrugged out of the shirt and shuddered when her hands touched his flesh. Fire. Passion. Fury. 

      He lifted her by the hips, their mouth still on each other's, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning softly as he walked towards the bed. He gently laid her down and slowly climbed on top of her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her body was on fire, each part yearning for his touch. He started kissing her from her mouth, and went down to her neck, she moaned with pleasure as his mouth leaves a trail of desire running through her with each kiss he placed on any part of her body.

      Slowly, he moved to her breast, a sound escaped from her throat as his mouth covered her nipple. He flicked his tongue over it she grabbed the sheets as pleasure sprouted through her. He bit, flicked his tongue, sucked. She grabbed his hair with as he pleasured her. He left her breast and kissed her lips again, looking him in the eyes, she saw desire and it sent up chills through her. 

     "What do you want, Faith?" he asked, his voice raw with desire. 

      "Don't stop touching me," she pleaded. 

    He ran his fingers along the edge of her panties, along that soft line between thigh and center. A sound escaped from her throat; half moan, half sigh. It made desire run through him. Her breath quickened, deepened as he caught hold of her panties, pulled it away from her legs and slipped his finger into her wetness. 

      It burst through her, lighting through the storm, slashing pleasure, a new type of deep, driving need. She quickly shot up and dragged his belt, he helped her undo it and kicked his pants away, still pleasuring her. She let out high moans of pleasure with each stroke of his finger. She grabbed the sheets once more, spreading her legs wider, ready for him. He kissed her belly and it burned, he kissed her down to the top of her v and she wriggle like a snake in bed, unable to control all that burst of pleasure. 

      She yelled out with pleasure when his tongue flicked her warmth. She closed her eyes, trying to contain all that pleasure, all the need vaulting through her. 

      "Oh, my..." she whispered as he flicked his tongue on her clit, slowly at first but then faster and faster. She wanted him now. She was too distracted to think of something else at that moment. 

     He pleasured her for a while and when he left her, she quickly grabbed his face, taking his lips and kissing him passionately. She spread her leg widely to receive him between her thighs. They kissed for a while and he pulled away, staring into her eyes. 

       "What do you want, Faith?" he asked again. 

       "You... I want you..." she said as if out of breath. 

    He kissed her again and she responded, digging her fingers into his shoulders and letting out a high moan as he plunged into her. She quivered as he thrust, thrust deep into her, slowly at first, then faster, faster, faster. She held unto him like she was holding onto dear life, their raw flesh clashing. Her mouth fell agape as a moan escaped with each thrust. He took her lips again, thrusting still, low hums escaping his throat. 

      They rode together on his bed, under the dim light of the chandelier that hung above the bed. Moaning with desire and needs while 'Cheap Thrills' still played from the Bluetooth device. She held him, wrapped her legs around him, toes curled. His body quivered as it begged for release. She shut her eyes and gasped breathlessly as different stars exploded in her head and her body was brought to it bliss as he collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily. 

      She woke up with a start, earlier than usual and gasped. She was dreaming about her and Ethan being intimate again. The room was still dark but was illuminated by the rays from the moon, penetrating from tiny creeks of the lacy curtain.  She could hear his soft snore beside her, his breath fanned the back of her neck, his arm was wrapped around her and his leg was thrown upon her lap. She prayed to a God she didn't believe in at that moment that it was all a dream. She slowly and gently lifted his arm and placed it by his side, sat up and raised the blanket, she was stark naked under the blanket, he was too.  She gasped and placed her palm over her lips as her eyes dilated in horror. 

      Ethan stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up. He flung his hand across again, but she shoved it away. Ethan stretched and turned to face the other side of the bed. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't real. She climbed down the bed, dragging the blanket with her, wrapping it around her naked body. She went over to the light switch and turned on the bright light. Ethan laid there naked, she gasped and quickly turned off the light. 

       Crumpling down on the floor she held her head with her hands. What just happened. She really had sex with Ethan, she really did. She stood up and went to her room. 

      Later that morning, Ethan found her in the kitchen having coffee all by herself, she wasn't looking bright, but she was as beautiful as ever. He went into the kitchen, she looked up at him, their eyes met and she quickly removed it, stared at her coffee and stirred it. He moved towards her. 

        "Faith, are you alright?" 

        "Huh?" she looked up at him. 

         "Is something bothering you?" 

         "Yeah...! No...! I mean, nothing is bothering me." 

         "You look...you look..." He let his words trail off as he thought of the only possible reason she could be like this. She was embarrassed. He smiled, it was nothing to be embarrassed about, it was the most beautiful night of his life.  "About last night..." 

      "Yeah!" she interrupted him, still looking into her cup of coffee.  "We were drunk, okay? It was a drunken mistake." She looked up at him.  "It never happened." 

       "It never happened?" Ethan asked looking surprised that she was ashamed of what they shared last night. 

        "I'm sorry if I seduced you, but let's just pretend this happened and we should keep our distance from each other since we are sexually active adults. I don't want this to repeat itself." 

       What? He thought they have gotten one step ahead. Why was she always throwing his heart on the floor and trampling on it? She slowly took her mug and started leaving the kitchen. He stood there, motionless, helpless and speechless. 

      "A drunken mistake? Is that all it meant to her?" he asked himself.  "It was going to be my most memorable night." He looked at the kitchen door and slumped on the seat.  

   She wounds him all the time, but he won't blame her because he was just wearing his heart up his sleeves and expected her to see him, he had not told her how he felt yet. He was scared of being rejected too. She was too occupied right at that moment  to recognise hearts worn up the sleeves. He won't blame her completely.