I down another glass of wine defiantly. I’m a fucking wild child. Deal with it.
Then my door beeps. I hurl myself across the room so fast I almost fall off my heels. When I get there and see Roxy’s cute face framed in the camera, I hit the button and wait by the door, breathless.
I’ll need to give her her own key… Now that she’s going to stay.
She wouldn’t come back unless she planned to stay, right?
I’m standing in the open doorway when she gets out of the elevator. We both move towards each other and when my arms pull her tightly to my chest, I feel a sense of relief I’ve never known. Wow, I really am cycling through all the big emotions. This one tingles over me so hard it makes my skin sing in crippling waves.
I’m saying meaningless things but that’s okay, Roxy isn’t making much sense either. I pull her towards the door at the same time she shoves me and we both fall on the carpet.
I laugh as she falls on top of me, barely recognizing my voice. I’ve only just learned to laugh. Roxy taught me. She’s changed my whole world.
I reach up and grab her cheeks, holding her eyes on mine.
“Don’t go away again, please don’t.”
She blinks at her own tears, nodding. “I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t want me, that it was all for your work.”
I shake my head, desperate to make her understand.
“I don’t even care about the magazine anymore. I just want you. I was so scared when you were gone.”
I feel like there’s more to say. I could say, I love you. I want to marry you. But she just came back. I don’t want to scare her off. I have no idea what she wants.
She leans down and kisses me and as my mouth meets hers all the words melt away. I’ve been holding myself back, trying to give myself the space I needed to become comfortable with making love. I now realize I’m kidding myself, that I’ve been horny as a thorny devil all this time and hiding it behind the same impenetrable mask of calm.
My arms pull Roxy closer to me. I hear little moans rising in her throat as I pull her tighter against my body. Her small hands rub at my breasts through the blouse and I feel myself arcing under her, shivering with need.
One hand finds my thigh and a cry leaps from my lips, almost like pain. When her fingers find me and rub me through the panties my joints sizzle with electricity then I fall limp on the floor, moaning as I try to respond.
I hear Roxy’s little laugh as she squirms up on to her knees, sitting on my hips. She looks at me from her position and reaches for my pussy again. While we stare into each others’ eyes, she presses her fingers against me, the friction of the panties making me shiver.
I feel caught now. The emotional rollercoaster has left me weak. Roxy sits over me with her teeth bared and her little claws pricking at me as she goes for the buttons on my blouse.
“My little panther.” I whisper. She grins with approval and leans down to draw my nipple into her mouth.
My hands come up, stroking her hair. There is urgency running through me, a great need to take her, complete the act. From the first moment I saw her I’ve been fighting my lust. Now that I don’t have to the urge to take her is irresistible.
But I let Roxy pleasure me slowly, starting to undress us both. By keeping my urgency on a leash, I draw out the pleasure. I want to enjoy every single second of this, not just the physical but the emotional as well.
Its all new to me, this inner world, this place Roxy takes me to. I tilt my head back and let her warm hands roam across my body, starting to moan as my hot spots scream for more and Roxy gives a small, satisfied laugh.
Twenty-Two
Roxanne
Right there on the floor in the doorway, we’re tearing each others clothes off. I’ve been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw her. There’s only one reason why wild child Roxy would hold back this long from a woman she was so hot for.
This is not just sex. I knew it when we were doing rope—fuck it, I knew it before that. She’s affected me, not just physically but emotionally.
She’s so innocent really. Cruising through life, taking the easy way, it’s kept her sane. I don’t know if me coming into her life is a good thing or not. Now that she’s had a taste of passion, she’s utterly mad for it.
I run my hands over her breasts as I free them from the blouse. She’s spread out in front of me, long honey hair fanned out against the carper. She raises her arms and wriggles under me and her big, soft breasts shudder under my hands.
I know I can’t stop now. Part of my mind is screaming that I should get the fuck out of here. Nothing is what it seems, and I could get trapped here more surely than anywhere else we’ve ever stopped. Maybe this is why I never stayed still before.
No. I wasn’t running from the idea one of those places could make me stand still. I was running because I hadn’t found a place worth stopping at.