Chapter 2

We arrive at the stranger's apartment; a small building located a short distance away from the club. My body floods with a pleasurable warmth that settles between my legs. Every inch of me seems to buzz with excitement, eager to continue what we'd started at the club. This is something new, an impulse I've never be confident enough to act on, and I've never felt more alive. 

He fumbles with his keys and I shift my weight between my feet, impatient for us to be alone. The door swings open and he takes my hand in his, leading me inside. Before the door has the chance to close, I'm suddenly pressed against it, feeling it slam shut by the force of his body against mine. The cold wood is a welcoming feeling against my sweaty back. He leans down and traces the tip of his nose from the base of my neck up to my ear. Again, the lightness of his touch sends chills through my body. I sharply inhale and a soft moan escapes me.

God, I've missed this feeling.  

The stranger's hands explore my body; they're friendly but hungry, as if he wants to feel every inch of me. He pushes his hips against me. He's still as hard as he was on the dance floor.  

Fuck. 

Knowing, feeling, how badly one wants me encourages me to keep going. In that moment of confidence, I pull his face to mine, kissing him deep and hard. He returns the kiss with the same amount of urgency,I trace his bottom lip with my tongue and gently bite down against it. He takes in a sharp breath before pulling away. He looks down at me and smiles. 

"I'm sorry, should I not have done—" He interrupts my question by pressing his lips to mine. He brushes my long hair away from my neck and kisses below my ear.  

"Don't apologize for anything," he whispers, his breath is warm against my skin. He tangles his fingers into my hair and gently pulls, his hand guiding my head back. The stranger runs his tongue along my neck, stopping from time to time to gently kiss. I feel his teeth graze softly against my skin. I let out a soft gasp and clench my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. I grow increasingly aware of how desperately I want him. It's as if my body is crying out, eager for the pleasure it's been denied for so long. I need this, I crave this, and I already can't get enough of it. 

I push him away from my body and step forward, putting distance between myself and the door. I pull my shirt off in the process. I slip off my shoes, kicking them out of the front walkway. My eyes lock on his, I slowly unbutton my jeans, letting them drop to my ankles. I step out of each pant leg. 

The stranger stands there, his bright eyes surveying every inch of my body. Watching his eyes trail up and down, I suddenly feel self-conscious in just my bra and underwear in front of a man I had only met this evening. A man I had barely met two hours ago.  

Oh my god Kristine. What are you doing? 

I never thought I would find myself in this situation, a drunken hook up. It was new territory for me. What am I expecting from this? What is he expecting from this? I cross my arms over my chest, vulnerability taking over me in those moments. I've opened myself up to a stranger, exposing myself in a way I've never done before, never even considered as a possibility. Nervousness tingles though with the thought of the new experience I've found myself in. I consider my options. I could turn back, I could leave. But do I really want to? 

He reaches for my hands and pulls them down, holding them in his.  

"You're beautiful.." he murmurs under his breath.  

"And you're wearing too many clothes.," I whisper, moving closer to him, attempting to turn the attention away from myself. 

I lift his shirt up, running my hands over the flat plane of his stomach, though they can't be seen, his abdominal muscles are firm to the touch. He grasps the back of his shirt and slips it off in one swift motion. He tosses it onto the floor with my clothes, forming a path from the front door and down the hallway. We stumble blindly, gradually making our way further into the apartment. My bare feet step from cold tile onto soft carpet, it tickles between my toes. I break away from him for a moment and he brings his lips to my neck.

Where the hell is his bedroom? 

I search the apartment, noticing a couch, cushioned chairs and a tv. We've made our way to what I assume to be his living room. Growing impatient once again, I press him against the wall, holding my hands firmly against his pectoral muscles. They flex at my touch. 

His skin is warm and sweaty underneath my fingertips. I bite my lip and look up at the stranger, the tip of my nose brushing against his. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. My lips spread and I feel his tongue against them, finding its way to mine. I drag my nails gently down and back up his defined chest, my hands stopping at his neck, one reaching up and twisting into his hair. He kisses my neck once more, gently sucking at my skin. My hands migrate down to tug at his pants. After clumsily pulling at and unhooking his belt, it finally clatters to the floor. 

The stranger pulls me closer to his body, my hips grind against him. He kisses me forcefully, determined, and wanting. Another rush floods through me as I feel his erection against my hip. He is rock hard. My hand returns to his pants, unbuttoning them and letting them drop to his feet. He kicks them aside without missing a beat. My right hand slips into his boxers, my fingers gliding along the length of him.  

Impressive. 

His lips release mine with a sharp intake of breath. I continue to rub him,; he grows more in my hand as he moans. I brush my lips against his defined jawline. I pull his boxers down; he's completely stripped naked in front of me. The stranger hooks one arm around my waist, his other hand tangling into my hair. He's pulling me up, my feet lifting off of the floor. My legs instinctively wrap around his torso. He carries me into his room, throwing me onto his bed. My body sinks into the blankets, my head landing against his soft pillows. I blink quickly and stare up at him, watching and anticipating his next move. This man clearly knows what he's doing, his dominance with each action easily conceals my inexperience. The stranger knows exactly what he wants and I have every intention of giving it to him. 

"And now you seem to be wearing too many clothes," he says with a smirk. The stranger climbs onto the mattress beside me and hooks his index finger along the top of my underwear, tugging them down my legs. He leans forward and kisses my chest as he slides my underwear off. Tossing them aside, they disappear in the darkness of his room.  

He places his hand on my ankle, his fingers exploring along my calf to my inner thigh. I arch my back against the mattress in response to his touch. The stranger pulls me up and reaches one hand behind me, releasing the clasp of my bra and dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. He rests his forehead against mine, my lips hovering only inches from his. His mouth brushes against mine as he lays me back against the blankets. 

"That's better." He smiles down at my exposed body before kissing me once again.  

He rubs his hand against my thigh before spreading my legs apart and sliding his fingers between them. Slowly, gently, he begins to tease me. I swallow hard and my breathing grows quicker. He kisses my neck, following a path down to my breasts. His tongue traces around my nipple, it hardens in response. I drag my hands along his shoulders, one settling at the base of his neck, the other holding tightly to his bicep. He continues to trace his fingers between my legs, taunting me further before sliding two of them inside of me. I moan louder, writhing beneath him. My body is welcoming to this long lost feeling. He continues to touch me, I feel my excitement building as his fingers slide in and out of me, the sounds of my arousal echoing in the room. 

I dig my nails into the stranger's back, causing him to moan against my skin. The feeling of his voice vibrates through my body. He pulls his fingers out of me and rolls his body over mine, positioning himself between my legs. My thighs clench against his hips. He leans forward, grasping the pillows behind my head, his lips embrace against mine. He reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom. I take the small square package from him and tear it open. I slide the lubricated rubber onto the tip of him and guide it down the length of his erection, moving quickly to conceal my nervous, shaking hands. 

I want him inside of me. Now.  

As reading my mind, he adjusts himself between my legs and gradually eases into me. He lets out a deep moan as he fills my body. He begins thrusting slowly, I grind my hips against him and take in short, staggered breaths.  

More. My body begs. 

"Faster." I gasp. The speed of his thrusts increase at my command. With each pump his moans increase in volume. My breathing transforms into moans to match his. He pushes into me harder and deeper. My nails claw into his back, he licks his bottom lip and smiles slightly. Our sweaty bodies continue to move together, his skin slapping against mine.  

Fuck. 

I feel my legs begin to quiver as a familiar excitement floods through me. I drop my hands from his back and grasp the sheets underneath me. My body arches up to him as he continues to pump himself into me. His muscular arm above me tenses as he holds tightly to the pillow behind me, the other hand caressing and kneading my breast. The pressure between my legs continues to build, my body preparing to climax.  

"Oh!" I cry out.  

He breathes hard as I clench my legs tighter around him. I think he's almost there. He plunges into me one, two, three more times. Finally, I feel my body release, shaking, and exploding around him. The sensation is incredible and overwhelming. Two more thrusts and he finishes with me, his body tenses and pulses. He holds himself inside of me for a few moments, continuing to hover above me, the corner of his mouth pulling into a satisfied smile. 

My body trembles as he pulls out and rolls onto the bed beside me. We lay there, attempting to catch our breath. He props himself up on one arm and kisses me once more before getting up from the bed and entering the bathroom. I wipe my sweaty hair away from my face and close my eyes. Exhaustion floods my body.  

I should go home. I shouldn't stay the night. And yet, I find my eyes slowly drifting closed.  I feel the mattress dip as he joins me in the bed, a sheet is drawn across my naked body, and a soft kiss is planted on my neck. Quickly, I succumb to my exhaustion, falling asleep beside the stranger.