Vincent spent most of his time day-dreaming about his night with Zahara. He had spent months wondering what being with her would be like and the reality far surpassed his expectations. At first, he had felt a bit guilty given that they both were not exactly free agents. Then he had been a bit worried that things could get complicated if it got too serious. But then he decided they would cross that bridge if or when they got there. Right now they were just two people with enough sexual chemistry between them to light up a Christmas tree. All he could think about was the next time he would get to be with her again.
He had planned on working late but he was finding it more and more difficult to focus on work as his thoughts kept drifting to Zahara and that beautiful body of hers, and the way she looked laying there underneath him. He shut down his system and left the office. He drove straight home to take a shower and catch up on some of his favorite TV shows.
Zahara was out of town and had been unreachable all day. He was itching to talk to her and tell her about his day. She was always curious to hear about his office gossips, especially about the women that were hitting on him or that he thought were dropping hints, like he was one social experiment she was studying. He found her interest in such stories amusing but indulged her anyway. She was a great listener.
After dinner, he tried calling Zahara’s number one more time but still couldn’t get through. He left a message on her voice mail before going to bed. As he closed his eyes, he found his thoughts drifting to that fateful night and the morning after. He was sure that even if he never got to be with Zahara again, those remarkably unforgettable hours of pure ecstasy in her arms were forever seared into his memory….
Vincent woke up to velvety warm thighs and soft breathing. Sometime during the night Zahara had snuggled closer to him to keep warm under the duvet and now her legs were entwined with his. Her head was on his chest, a half smile on her sleepy lips. As he starred at her, memories of the previous night’s activities came flooding back and he could feel his body responding to the sensations the flashing images in his mind’s eye was evoking.
He was tempted to take her immediately but decided to let her sleep. They had been up for the most part of the night. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her beautiful body was like a cool spring and goodness, was he thirsty. The things she did with that body made him near delirious with pleasure. There had been no awkward pauses or moments of uncertainty. They both knew what they wanted. They both wanted the same thing. It was a simple primal need.
Zahara didn’t need to open her eyes to know that Vincent was awake and watching her. She could almost feel his eyes on her face, as if trying to wake her up just by sheer will. Instead, her eyes remained closed as she thought about their night together. She shivered slightly at the memory of his mouth kissing every inch of her body, exploring and pleasing in turn. The aching need in her had been raw and the first time he took her it was almost as if he knew exactly what she needed him to do. And when they came, one after the other, he called out her name over and over while she almost cried from the sheer intensity of the experience.
She was about to open her eyes and reach for him when she heard a phone ring. The tone didn’t sound like hers so it had to be Vincent’s. She opened her eyes and moved her head off to chest to allow him get out of bed to go get the phone out of his jeans on the floor. She noticed their unceremoniously scattered clothes all over the room for the first time and held back a chuckle. Her room had never been this messy before. She got out of bed to pick up the clothes and arranged them on the sofa in her room, then went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower while Vincent finished his phone call.
He watched her leave the room, not bothering to cover up. He got the feeling that she was at her most comfortable with nothing on, which was fine except for the fact that he was now completely distracted from his call. He wanted her bad. He quickly ended the call and followed her into the bathroom.
“I have to go. I just got called into the office”. Vincent said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. They stood like that under the cascading water of the shower head for a minute before Zahara turned round to face him. All she said was “Alright”, before she put her arms around his neck to pull him close and kiss him. It happened so fast she didn’t have time to react. Vincent had her back up against the wall; he hiked one of her legs up and around his waist and slipped into her, making her gasp and then moan in surprise pleasure.
As he started moving inside her, filling her up and taking her to the brink yet again, Zahara couldn’t help but realize that the explosive force of their chemistry was the only thing binding them together. The magnetic attraction they both couldn’t pull away from. They barely knew each other well enough to be best of friends, but for now none of that mattered. For now, they were exactly what the other needed and they were right where they needed to be….