At First Sight

Need

They were ablaze with passion. Their kiss had sent them both to places they had never known, places that gave them so many feelings. Sara had hailed a cab as soon as they had left the bar, dragging Michael almost on top of her and they stumbled in.

Sara had told the driver her address through laboured breath; her eyes had fluttered closed when Michael had planted his lips to her neck. They were slightly wet but warm, causing a burning in her stomach and her heart to beat faster. She roughly grabbed his soft shaven head, pulling it closer to her neck, wanting to feel his lips everywhere. The journey had been short and they were like children as they ran to the lobby elevator.

The doormen had shot them a glance of disgust as they waited for the elevator, Sara trying desperately to straighten her hair and smooth her dress. Michael smiled at her attempts, gripping her hand in his, arousal surging from his toes to his heart. The elevator had announced it's arrival with a ding and they had laughed at the arrogant doormen as they rushed through the doors. The second the doors closed Michael was on her once again. He needed to touch her, anywhere, he just needed.

Hot breath escaped her lips as Michael pressed her hard against the wall, dipping his head slightly to deepen the kiss. She smiled into his mouth, a sexy laugh following as his hands roamed her face and tangled themselves in her hair. His hands had roamed down her back and gripped at her behind, a sensation that caused Sara to grip into his shoulders. Michael loved what she did to him and what he did to her. His tongue danced in and out of her mouth as he grinned at her reaction.

And then the elevator had chimed once more, a soft yellow glow illuminating the floor number they were on. Michael pulled away from Sara, a frustrated growl escaping his throat as the doors opened. Sara giggled out loud as they tumbled from the elevator into the corridor. Michael chuckled and followed her close, catching her by the hips when she threatened to fall. Hurriedly she raked around her purse for her keys as they stopped outside a white door with brass numbers.

Michael pressed into her from behind, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny waist and kissing the back of her neck. Sara exhaled hard as she pushed the key into the lock, fiddling furiously with it, eyes clenched tightly shut. Michael proceeded to tease her further when he moved his lips to place kisses behind her ear, covering her hand with his and turning the key.

The door swung open with a force, bouncing off of a doorstop fixed to the floor behind it. Michael reached out a strong hand to stop it hitting them as he turned Sara to face him with the other. He walked them back into the apartment, slamming the door behind them, lips still locked in everlasting passion. Sara's purse fell from her hand and landed with a dull thud at their feet. Her keys followed suit, being thrown onto the counter top as they stumbled past.

Sara gripped Michael's face tightly, never letting him break the kiss for a single second. Michael took her by the hips and swung her into the pale cream wall of her apartment. A photograph nearby rattled off its hook and slid to the floor. Sara's fingers set to work on Michael's shirt buttons, each on falling through its designated hole on her command. She tugged playfully at the bottom, pulling it from his pants.

Michael let out a gasp as she touched his chest. Her hands were cool from the outside and she felt like ice on his skin. He broke off the kiss and he watched as she pushed her flattened palms over his nipples and up over his shoulders, sending the unneeded garment to the floor. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his stomach fell away from him.

Sara looked into his eyes. They were glazed over with need and tiny beads of sweat had formed above his brow. She leant forward and laid soft kisses across his neck with slightly swollen lips. Michael's eyes flickered shut and he clenched his jaw, a powerful hand diving into her red hair and gripping a handful of hair loosely. Michael had never felt like this before. From the moment he laid eyes on Sara he had dreamed of this moment, his obvious want waking him each and every night.