Passion in The Big Apple (first draft)

The couple was standing at the door in the hallway of a New York high rise. They were excited to see the view from their hotel room on the 45th floor. As the door swung open the room was mostly dark until they lifted their eyes to the wall of windows situated opposite the entrance to the room. A desk sat to the left and a loveseat to the right. On a raised platform in the center of the window wall sat a California king sized bed. Just beyond the head of the bed the skylines pinks and purple colors dimly lit the room. The window wall displayed an incredible scene of concrete behemoths dotted with windows on every floor standing just a few feet apart from each other and across the street. She gasped at the tiny insect sized people moving around on the ground below.

As she stood in front of the window wall looking down at the street below, from behind her she feels his arms envelope her waistline and warm breath on the nape of her neck. A surge of dopamine rushed through her veins as she momentarily held her breath at his embrace.

His movements soft and resolute he continued to breathe in the sweet smell of her hair. All the while close enough, but not coming into contact with her skin. His hands alternately touched her waist, caressed her thighs, squeezed her ass as he deliberately avoided her sacred space. After what seemed an eternity to her she attempted to turn around to kiss him. He abruptly grabbed her wrists and placed her hands against the window wall. Now facing the window with the Big Apple watching she assumed the position of a criminal being arrested. Her mind started to race matching the rate of her heartbeats. She wondered what he was doing exactly, and tried to ask him but he would not respond. He continued to breathe in her scent as if committing it to memory. His hands now moving up and down the length of her body. Lightly touching her and there. Applying a bit more pressure in random places but still, with dogged determination evading her crotch which at this was throbbing and begging to be touched. Between rhythmic panting she forced the words from her lips,”Touch me there.” He paused but gave no response. Instead, he proceeded to remove her pants. While he was squatting to take her pants from around her ankles she turned and took her hands down from the window wall. He stopped what he was doing. He stood up grabbed her wrists and turned her again to face the window with her palms on the wall. She tried to speak up in protest and he sweetly smiled and raised his index finger to his lips. He resumed his mission to strip her naked with nothing to cover her but her pumps.

Slightly confused, but extremely curious she stood with her palms against the wall as naked as the day she was born. He stood behind seemingly taking in every delicate detail of her curves. Silent with words but loud with expression was the look on his face. He appeared pleased at what he saw and ravenous as if he was part beast. “Tell me you want me to touch you” he said. “You know that I do!” she gasped. His expression grew serious as he approached her. He was still fully clothed and seemed to admire her naked vulnerability as he explored her anatomy, first with his hands and now with his lips.

(To be continued)

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