Just One Night

10. After sex and satire

Daniel

I stare at the calm and alluring epitome of the goddess on the other end of the bath. Mere comparison in my mind, makes me smile and laugh. It isn't the first time I would think like that.

Let's see how long after it changes?

I laugh loudly when I see her confused face.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," I say and smile at her.

"Stop it. " she splashes water at me palming the surface of the water in a happy fit.

I smile at her glowing milky skin. Her light brown hairs prevail in a perfectly sexy mess. Hey, brown eyes shining with the gorgeous smile on her face. She looks incredible. Stunning.

Damn.

Where will it steer? Usual.

I shake away my overthinking brain.
With the life I lead, I tend to magnify things in terrible routes.

But...She is really beautiful. Her countenance twinkles when she smiles. She is smiling at me right now.

Fuking sexy.

Like the awesome sex.

I approach her. She is awestricken and equally turned on and looks back at me. Her smile fades away with a carnal desire. I have developed a fondness for her face gleaming with sexual needs.

I muse at my impressions. Whatever my dim views have swayed to, I must let it go away for a while. It will be manageable.

"What's so funny?" She finally mumbles.

I have virtually pulled her into me again. To answer her, I delay the urgent kiss on her lips.

"Everything, " I say.

She frowns at me.

"Everything is equally sexy too. " I add.

Her eyes squeeze and she reaches up to my hair as if to engulf me. Releasing a breath, she says, "Too bad. You are engaged. The way we are right here is terrible. "

She pulls away and looks into my eyes. Her palms cup my cheek and rub it in affection.

"It's wrong but it feels right, Daniel. Very right," she whispers leaning into me.

Our lips crash slowly restoring in the passion, devoid of guilty. We pull and push into each other, demanding fervour, trying to satisfy ourselves but the need keeps on escalating.

It doesn't take long for me to push myself into her for the third time. She cries pulling into my hair, moaning loudly. Each time I pound on her, she would meet me there. Collapsing, crying we both come again together.

I slowly lie back on the side of the bath. She slumps herself into me. Her heartbeat mounting up.

"Fuck, you are amazing." I chant.

She remains quiet in my chest. After a minute she begins to make a circle in my chest.

"This would be the real first and last time we meet I guess. " she suddenly says still in the expanse of my chest.

I loosen up.

How dare she say this while lying upon me, so intimate and so personal fully claiming the comfort of my chest?

I sit up to protest but hit me like a wrecking ball. I couldn't accept the fact that this is the last time I would be happy and satisfied in every way.

But why wouldn't she? It's me who is engaged. Terrible. I couldn't fight for another day and agreed to all that ugly marriage charade. Once again I am hooked. Why the fuck?!