Don't Explain

two.

The early evening light slanted through the windows of my downtown LA condo, casting long shadows across the floor. I could hear the low hum of the city outside, the pulse of life that never truly slept. Inside, however, the air was thick with a different kind of tension—one that crackled with anticipation and desire.

Prince had arrived unannounced, his presence filling the room with an electric energy that left me breathless. I'd promised him dinner, but the plans had quickly unraveled into something much more primal. He moved with an effortless grace, his dark eyes gleaming with that familiar intensity as he leaned over me, his hands exploring the curve of my body.

The world outside faded into a blur as he pressed me back against the plush sofa, his body hovering over mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a magnetism that pulled me in and left me craving more. His lips brushed against my neck, trailing soft kisses along my skin as I surrendered to him, arching my back with a soft sigh.

Prince's hands gripped my thighs, pulling me closer, pressing me against the cool glass of the window. My condo, perched high on the 14th floor, offered a sweeping view of downtown LA. The city sprawled beneath us, but right now, the world outside didn't exist.

He had me exactly where he wanted me—pinned against the window, exposed to the night, yet utterly focused on him. The rush of it all—being at his mercy, out in the open, and yet hidden away—sent a thrill down my spine. The glass was cool against my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body as he moved with slow, deliberate precision.

Prince was rarely here at the condo, even though he paid for it. This space was mine, but tonight, he claimed it. He hadn't even said much when he walked in, but the hunger in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. It was in the way he kissed me, fierce and demanding, as though he couldn't wait another moment. I cooked, but quickly dinner was forgotten, the table untouched as he led me toward the wide windows, the city lights twinkling below us like stars.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pushed me harder against the glass, his breath ragged against my neck. I gasped, feeling the intensity of his desire, every movement calculated and in control. The sound of his breathing mixed with mine, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the heartbeat of the city below.

"Look out there," he murmured in my ear, his voice low and thick with lust. "Look at them... they have no idea."

I shivered, both from his words and the coolness of the windowpane. He knew what this did to me, how much I loved the feeling of being laid bare, of being watched without actually being seen. The power he had over me in these moments, combined with the rush of it all, left me breathless.

I pressed my palms flat against the glass, feeling its solidity beneath me, grounding me in the moment. But the rest of me was anything but grounded. I was weightless, lost in the sensations he pulled from me with every movement, every thrust. The city stretched out below us, indifferent to the intimate scene unfolding within the confines of my condo, yet it felt like the world was watching.

Prince's hand slid down the length of my back, tracing the curve of my spine with a tenderness that was at odds with the raw passion between us. He knew how to play me, knew every inch of my body and how to control my reactions with just a touch. And I loved it.

His voice was a hushed growl as he whispered my name, and I knew he was close. My fingers clenched against the glass as I felt the familiar tightening in my core, my body trembling in response to his.

When we finally collapsed together, spent and breathless, the city continued to hum outside, unaware and uncaring. But in that moment, it felt like we owned it—like we were above it all, both literally and figuratively.