The Door Closes (Drew - pt 2)

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the silence in my apartment thickened, like the air itself had been holding its breath for our arrival.

You didn’t wait. You stepped in close, one hand sliding around my waist with that decisive gentleness I’ve come to crave from you. The other tilted my chin, your thumb brushing the corner of my mouth just long enough to make my pulse skip.

Then you kissed me.

Not the searching kiss from the Gardens…This one was darker. Deeper. More demanding.

Your mouth coaxed mine open, slow at first, then with a growing intention that made my knees soften. I felt your breath stutter in that quiet, involuntary sound men make when desire overtakes restraint, then your body pressed fully into mine.

All I could feel was your hard cock..My fingers reached for you, stroking you through your trousers. You guided me backwards with controlled urgency.

My back found the wall near the entryway, the cool paint contrasting with the heat rolling off you. Your hands were no longer tentative — they held my aching breasts, framed my hips, my waist, mapping the curves you’d been thinking about since we met.

You whispered my name against my mouth, voice low, roughened.

“Miranda…”

I felt your desire pulse through the fabric between us, your body pressing more insistently into mine, your breath shaking just slightly as if holding yourself back took more strength than giving in.

“Let me look at you,” you said. Not a question, but something deeper, more reverent.

Your hands slid slowly downward, gathering the hem of my dress, lifting it just enough for your fingers to graze the bare skin of my thigh. A soft breath escaped me. You heard it. And smiled knowing exactly what you were doing to me.

Your lips moved to my neck, tracing a line of heat that made my heart stumble. I felt the hard length of you press more urgently as your mouth found the place just beneath my jaw — the place that unravels me.

I curled one hand in your shirt, pulling you closer, feeling the tension in your muscles, the controlled hunger simmering beneath your gentleman’s restraint.

“Drew…” I whispered, breath unsteady.

You paused — not pulling away, just holding still, your lips a breath from mine, your body pinned warmly against me.

“Bedroom?” you murmured.

My answer was barely a sound. Just a soft exhale as I took your hand and guided you deeper into the apartment, the city lights spilling across the floor as we crossed the threshold into something that had been humming between us since the Gardens.

I stopped at the edge of the bed. Turned. Looked at you.

Heat surged between us again, overwhelming and exquisite.

Your body was taught with desire, every fibre of you to be touched.

I dropped to my knees, sliding the zip down.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, my body quivering with anticipation...

On that note, we will leave our lovers until next time.

Miranda xox

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