pages and he drew closer to her. Slowly. So slowly. Until finally, he was sitting right across from her in an oversized black chair. She lingered at several celebrity paintings he’d done. Babe Ruth, Tom Hanks, Drake, Bill Clinton, Joaquin Phoenix and Beyoncé.
He stretched his legs and adjusted his pants, allowing some extra room for his never-ceasing erection. As she studied his work, one depicting particles of his pneuma, he fell deeper into his lake of lustfulness. Drowned. Bound by not mere physical attraction, but psychological and emotional magnetism, too. Getting to his feet, he went to her and gently pulled the portfolio from her grasp, and their eyes locked. He slowly closed it, then placed all the folders back onto the coffee table. Taking both of her hands, he pulled her to her feet and led her away to his bedroom.
Cracking open the light blocking curtains, he raised the window a half an inch, then lit an unscented candle. Soon, they were stripped down, their bare bodies pressed together, standing by the bed with a slight, cool breeze now flowing in from the cracked window. Gallant’s ‘Gentleman’ played in the room, titillating his eardrums, bringing back memories of when they first met.
With a slow caress, he traced her delicate shoulders as their naked bodies swayed in the darkness, only the flicker of the candle and a thin stream of light illuminating their forms. When cars passed on the street, the brighter light highlighted the curve of her cheeks. He layered her neck with kisses, while he touched the soft skin of her arms, and she shuddered, leaning into his hard frame.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. She did as he asked, her arms looping around his neck to help keep her balance. “Imagine the perfect day. Maybe it’s a vacation in the Caribbean. Or maybe a cold, rainy afternoon, perfect to indulge in incredible comfort food, hot teas, and a marathon of black and white movies. Whatever it is… imagine being there. Enjoying it.” He waited a few moments, allowing her to gather her thoughts and knit something gold and pretty with them. Guiding his hand along her waist and the arch of her hips, he sucked in air when he felt a hint of moisture budding from between her thighs. The wetlands of her hot pussy rubbed on his cock, and they moved together in the dance of two souls trying to see if they fit…
“Now, I want you to imagine I am there in your perfect day, too. I want you to see me with you, doing all the things you love to do. Picture having someone to debate with, as we seem to like to do, but also someone to care for you in ways you’ve never experienced until I entered your sunny side of existence. Someone to understand you, not flinch at your authenticity and audacity. Someone who can… make love to you like no other man can. Each time I do it to you, it is different from the last.” He paused and listened closely to her breathing. Shallow, then deep. A hard swallow. “Imagine us lying naked in your perfect space, baby, on your perfect day… our legs wrapped around one another’s.
“Envision us sharing the same pillow, lying so close together we become an overlapping collage of images from the dark side of the moon. Your soft, long, thick, textured curls blending into my straight black strands and… we make music. We make art. We make fucking a thing of beauty. Though we’re different, we fit. We’re complete apart, but even better together. So, imagine being seen from the inside out. I see you from the inside out, precious soul.” He cradled the back of her head as they swayed. Eyes closed tight. Erection standing strong. “I am now truly understanding how your mind works. You make me question my own authority. That authority is me. And I… I am addicted to where you force my mind and soul to wander. Wanderlust.” He ran his hand along the nape of her neck then pulled away to stare at her. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly opened them and stared back.
Tilting his head, he leaned in and stole a kiss. The softness of her embrace reached deep inside of him and wouldn’t let go. He was greedy for more. In a blur of need, he moved fast, knocking something off a surface, and pinned her against the wall. She arched into him as their kiss