RED HOPES

Alanis / Reverie

I wasn’t sure which view amazed me more, the skyline in it’s full bloom or Reverie leaning against the railing looking like a sculpted statue that discovered life just now.  Her beauty was astounding against the skyline, her body curved in the right proportions. I wanted to bask in her beauty even if it meant cementing my feet to the ground, all of the sensibility and rational thoughts solidified into the thick cold.

The moment she asked me about my intentions I was adamant on letting her know the whirlwind of rage I was carrying, to confront her yet my logic intervened. But now as I was staring at her back my earlier anger vanished. I could see colors of blue encircling her, a soul unaware of peace, maybe my mind was playing tricks, maybe it was wine intoxicating my senses, whatever shit it was, I just couldn’t put my finger upon it but my senses were lost.

Her skin glowed under the dim lights, if I could, I would definitely apologize Mr. Armani for ruining such a masterpiece of a dress.

“Stop ogling at me.” The girl turned around her back now completely facing me, a smirk never leaving her face. “You’re making me uncomfortable.” A wink was one spicy invite as I took two large strides covering the distance between us and occupied the space beside her, the side profile was even more alluring under the faint reflection of those city lights.

None of us spoke a word until my fingers started trailing the length of her spine, the head of my palm rested on her warm feathery back, my intentions seeped right into her brain as she gave me a side glance. I took that as a sign and rested my palm there, as if it was the comfiest place on earth, she was smoother than any butter I’ve touched.  “Then tell me is this comfortable?” I teased her with my faintest touch after giving her a warm palm. And again I touched her then retrieved making her body arch around the tip of my finger. “Tell me Peach is this more comfortable?”

Her head fell back, giving me all the privilege to take an elicit move. I encircled her waist making our bodies soo close that even the fabrics were unable to hold the heat radiating from our bodies. My other hand gripped her chin, parting her lips slightly while my lips caressed her smooth neck, the touch of my lips so soft she jolted in my arms her head completely resting on my chest while her hold on the railing got loose. I reached to her ear,  hotness lingered on her nape. “Is this comfortable, Peach?” I bit her earlobe softly,

“Yes” her feeble cry was enough to throw me into tranquillity, forget about the book she felt soo right in my arms, her lush lips felt right on my dry fingertips, that I couldn’t think of the palaver for the time being, because this moment was meant to revel in.

With one move I turned her around, aiming straight at her lips, I could never get over them, they were above all of the highest intoxicating wines I’ve ever tasted. I kissed her curling my fingers around her neck while tracing her faint jawline with my thumb. Our eyes dipped into each other’s like souls entwining. My hands wandered around the abundance of her back skin, as if it was left open only for my consumption. I bit her lower lip while she explored my mouth, our tongues colliding with each other as if the meal we just had wasn’t full to the brim. Reverie held my face, her fingers caressed the jawline, pushing herself over me. Her bosom heaved with lust while her eyes were sultry, we parted for a minute trying to grasp the air around to fill our lungs with enough

She bend a little backwards, her fingers steady on my loosened button while her chest heaved up and down, one thing I love-hated about her dressing was she let you have a hint of her body yet hid it well to make you wonder beyond horizons. By the proximity of our bodies I knew for sure she was blessed on that area. My eyes ping-ponging from her swollen lips to her appealing breasts. I gave away any thoughts before charging at them with soft kisses asking for permission, a little bend was all it took for me take a dip in the enchanting cleavage. While balancing  her with my one arms.

I sucked her exposed skin, taking a gasp out of her mouth as she clutched my hair between her tight grip. Her lips parted while eyes shut close in pleasure, her bold eyes now widened as warm wetness trickled upon her skin making her shudder. “What are you do—” she couldn’t process the words as her melodious cry left her those supple lips.

“Making you feel comfortable” I replied licking her skin inch by inch. Then again her peach lips called for my attention, and I eagerly grabbed them, as my fingers worked their way brilliantly on her breasts. Even with the fabric intact it gave her the satisfaction she deserved. “You’re one fine woman Peach.” I spoke against her lips with a smirk, her eyes fixated upon my lips and I never wanted her more. I planted pecks right from her lips to her earlobes and down her neck, her skin burned with lust as I kept going down and down. My hands too reached the

Reverie
My body froze as panic splashed a bucket of cold water onto the heat arising in me. I loved the way Alanis touched, his movements were sensual and nothing close to forceful he made sure every time he shifted his fingers to the other parts he made sure I was comfortable and damn I was! I was comfortable in each one of his sensual touch until he reached till my mid thigh, the moment froze in time just a few seconds and I got reminded of all those failed attempts, the touches which gave me nothing but disappointed. Even with previous partners, or the gadgets I used, none felt real, or exciting. But this? This feeling was a lot different, Alanis’ touch had a lasting impact upon my skin. He left dormant marks on my body which ignited whenever I touched them. I’ve had partners before, but the same thing went on and on until I totally gave up on dating and poured my focus on my career instead.

I didn’t want the same disappointment in Alanis’ eyes once he found out. I never hid it from others but him. I stood straight on my feet giving him a slight push. He didn’t question either, instead his eyes contained concern. Anyone would be angered if by such abruption, especially when they reached the euphoric part

Yet all I could hear was “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I--- I—am on my periods.” I lied, and saw his expressions softening at the mention of the word Periods.

“Ohh—okay.” He stood straight fixing my lifted dress before checking me completely. “Did I hurt you?” Concern was much evident in his tone while I felt bad for even myself, there wasn’t a need of it.

“No no… you didn’t hurt me, it’s- it’s my second day soo.” I left the rest for him to decipher, as most women had severe pains on their first days. I looked for my clutch and checked the time it was half past twelve. To wait and stare in awkwardness wasn’t much of a wise thing “I have a meeting tomorrow, can we leave?” I sounded more awkward than he behaved.

“Sure I’ll drop you.” He took his belongings, and held my hand once again, causing tingles in my brain as I melted into a puddle of warmth. We exited the hotel and reached back in his Maybach he understood my awkwardness and maintained a healthy distance even after our ravishing kiss. We didn’t speak a word until I broke the Ice since it felt already rude to sit still.

On our way back I spotted flashes behind those bushes, we made sure to only expose the hidden parts. And I knew what headlines would cover Pg.3 tomorrow.

“This car speaks luxury, might be from the shoot.”

“What shoot?” He asked raising his brows at me.

“The car?”

“It’s mine.” He shrugged as if he was talking about some pen he found on the road. Owning a fortune worth billions wasn’t something new for the Carters but they were cashing crazier things than necessary.

“Really? You own a ship, a car and what a rocket?” I scoffed giving him a taunting glance.

“Ship check, limousine yes and a rocket…..” He slowly turned his gaze towards the bulge in his pants with a teasing smile. “Check”  and my entire existence turned red by his brazenly hot gesture, I turned my gaze feeling pressed under his cool gaze.

“a rocket which cannot take off??” I asked giving no signs to back off not in a verbal war with him, he could play however with his gestures, I had an incredible mouth which worked hell amazingly!!  I didn’t get time to rejoice the small victory when the man decreased the distance between us, his arm pulling me in the softest way towards him. While his other hand grabbed my palm, taking it straight towards his bulge, my hand to rub against his already tightened groin. With eyes stretching way more out of those sockets,  I flinched at the hardness my fingers witnessed.

“If you weren’t down, I’m sure I would be showing you the entire universe.” His words didn’t match his calm face but his eyes darkened with desire, something which had the power to swallow me whole, I was aware he would prove himself correct. There were two types of men: 1- highly inflated ones. 2- impeccably capable, and he belonged to the third category : highly inflated with capability one. The next forty minutes were the best in silence, I kept my mouth shut knowing how provocative it would become, he was trying so hard to not cross the line in this state of mine.

He dropped me to my house and insisted upon walking me to the penthouse, my eyes following the bulge which painfully tightened the fabric. My fickleness was on it’s peak today. “don’t worry about this” he answered to my unspoken question.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before” I was sorry even for myself for not taking things forward, for not exploring my body. Alas! I refused to let him show me the universe as badly as  I wanted him to fill me with his merciless rocket!

“It was sudden, I didn’t plan on taking things this far.” He replied as we reached our floor. He kissed me again this time with much softness than our previous ravishing one. It was kiss of comfort, of something which loosened the tiny knots in my stomach, making it’s way to my heart. “Take care Peach.” He patted my head walking back to the elevator, as I closed the door behind me, slumping against the cold wooden door. My body shaking from the pain I felt while he left, not sure if I yearned him or his touch or both. Tears pooled my eyes as I sunk into my deep secret, the secret which many found puerile.

I walked back to my bedroom, the usually comfortable bed felt like a rock against my back.

I shouldn’t have stopped myself from going any further, I shouldn’t have let my heart feeling the way I was feeling right now, I shouldn’t have gone in the first place and put myself in those miseries. I regretted the day I signed up for this shit of a façade, to get bound with Alanis at all. Because right now any and every feeling swivelled around him and only him. It was this feeling, this hollowness which I was feeling when he left me. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I pulled my hair up, walking toward the mirror. Brown marks mapped the hem of my dress, the more I traced them the warmer they felt, a reminder that the icebergs could shift. A feeling so lame and stupid and unnecessary yet amazing. I wanted more, more of the kisses more of that touch and especially more of Alanis.

The next morning, I squeezed open my eyes as they felt heavy like iron,  with alarm buzzing on my nightstand,  I jumped up from the floor, the last time I remember I was weeping on the rug, the gown from the other night still dangled down my body beautifully. Those past experiences haunting me in a nightmare, I should’ve taken the PTSD test.

Without giving myself a look I sprinted towards my bathroom brushing my teeth and taking a warm shower. Winters were chilly in January, I changed into comfy shorts and oversized t shirt walking towards the kitchen counter. I made myself a scrumptious breakfast of cereals and a cup of coffee, holding the newspaper in my hand. It was a regular Sunday. Distracted by the doorbell I reached the door only to find a delivery man smiling at me.

“I didn’t order anything.” I spoke in confusion watching a huge paper bag in his hands. Soon realisation hit me and I turned my gaze at him. “it’s from Alanis, isn’t it?” I asked and his smile confirmed my doubt.

“Have a good day ma’am.” The man smiled wide handing me the paper bag, he left while I stood rooted. Thinking of something ridiculously expensive waiting for me but what I saw was rather shocking. Nothing expensive but two huge bars of dark chocolate, two packs of intimate wipes, four mini bottles of essential oils each with different scents, a smoothie maker and ibuprofen, with a small note inside. “ Incase you run out of these”

I wasn’t an early teen, and I possibly shouldn’t be feeling teary at his gestures but the efforts made me emotional. I wished my periods came earlier only to use this.