FOREPLAY

**Rebecca’s story**

I flinched at that noise. It sounded like someone had broken a window or something. I heard it so close to me I got scared. Who could have been near my apartment? Whoever it was, must have been very upset about something. But I would not consider other people’s nerves. I had mine, and they were enough.
I then convinced myself that a warm bath would help me relax. And I really needed it. This day was a very hectic one and long. The drops of lavender oil worked wonders. As soon as I had immersed myself in the warm water, I closed my eyes. But my mind started flying in other places.
Sin pushed me to welcome Dominic into my already troubled mind. His imminent closeness, the massiveness of his body with which he intimidated me every time. It was like daydreaming. With his hands caressing my body, I used my own hands, ravishing my being, arousing my pleasure.
The tension in me grew to the point where I could barely control my movements. Using my finger in and out until the painfully hot spasms swept through me like a vortex, shaking harder and harder.
Exhausted, I barely regained my balance and, satisfied with what I had done, I squeezed my eyes shut.
With great difficulty, I carried out my bath and saw what was on TV. So, I stayed wrapped up in that towel a little longer. It was so comfortable. I look at the clock on the table. It was a little over midnight. I should be asleep by now. But something or someone was keeping me awake. I had left the party for over an hour since my last encounter with Dominic. He was the reason I couldn’t sleep. I needed fresh air. But the night was warm and there was hardly any wind.
And then I thought about the terrace. I had to go to the terrace. Maybe the night air, even if it was warm, would calm me down and I could finally get some sleep. But contrary to my expectations, when I stepped outside, the cool ocean breeze hit me.
I inhaled greedily, filling my lungs with the scent of flowers from the garden in front of my balcony. Maybe the silence of the night could help me relax. I raised my eyes above me, admiring the stars filling the dark sky, until little noises caught my attention.
As soon as I lowered my gaze, a sight I never thought I would see so late at night, not in my wildest dreams. Dominic was in the front garden at this hour talking on the phone. The question wasn’t who he was talking with, but what he was doing out at this time of night?

I watched him for a while. He seemed so caught up in the conversation he was having. Every now and then, he’d run his hand through his hair as if he was nervous about something. He wasn’t shouting into the phone. It was so quiet I could hear his breathing. And maybe he could hear mine too if he was facing me. For now, he was facing a palm tree, then sat down on the bench next to it. His gestures were so natural and yet so sensual. I could have watched him all night long.
I leaned my elbows on the balcony rail and stayed there for a few minutes, admiring him. Every movement, every flex of his muscles, every gesture of his hands, everything took me back in time. The moment he was next to me. To that exact moment when time stood still, when space was undefined and only the two of us were breathing for each other.
It was really excruciating to be up here and not be able to touch him, to tell him I could finally be his. It was painful to see him from afar and not be able to enter his soul, to somehow show him how my heart had changed and all that I felt for him.
At one point, while staring at him, dreaming of what it could have been, he finished talking on the phone and looked up in my direction. I froze, and my breath stopped. His deep eyes found mine, and the moment he locked his gaze with mine, I began to tremble. He couldn’t see this being so far away, but he could definitely feel my anxiety, my desire, and all the signals my body was sending him.
Flashbacks of the pleasure I had given myself in the bathtub came to mind, and suddenly my being flooded with guilty pleasures.
Without realizing what I was doing, my body was sending explicit invitations to him. I bit hard into my bottom lip and the hand holding my towel almost let it go. I didn’t keep track of anything. He was giving me a hard time, and I was doing everything I could to show him he could come up to me.
It was like an open call, like a fire lit. His eyes warmed me. First, I felt my cheeks catch fire, then this heat spread throughout my body, burning it. I returned to my standing position and his two deep orbs glowed brighter. As if telling me what to do, I brought my hand to my bare chest and took a long, slow breath.
He then quickly figured out my only desire, and that was him. All I had to do was flash a smile, and he understood that at that precise moment, I wanted him. Everywhere he looked at my exposed skin, it caught fire. The anticipation of what was to come made it impossible to breathe. My chest rose rhythmically so I could get the air as close to my lungs as possible and not pass out.
The signs were so clear, but I desperately needed to calm my heartbeat. What was about to happen was imminent. I was calling him and he got the message. One last look at me, like that of a predator, and his eyes returned to that intense, fiery red that I no longer feared. I invited his inner wolf to the surface. To make me his.
Suddenly, with hurried steps, Dominic headed for the front entrance, coming like a hurricane, hearing his heavy, restless footsteps on the stairs, each second closer.
A soft knock on the door made me shiver. I almost tiptoed to the door, ready to open it. I froze when I saw Dominic framing the entrance. His undone tie, his jacket, was over his right shoulder, holding it with his hand, all that made him irresistible.
What caught my attention were his eyes, full of hunger, lust and the desperation with which this man wanted me. I received a frantic thrill just by locking my gaze with him. This despair seized even me. I tried hard to resist this desire, but the more I looked at him, the more I wanted him.
I didn’t know how long I stood there in the doorway. What I remembered was his first step towards me into the room. He lightly touched the towel I wrapped myself in as he tried to walk past me, making his way into the chamber. Hot shivers and chills ran through my entire being. I started shaking with desire. He stepped even closer and without another word he pulled my wet hair loose as it fell in cascades down my bare back. I already imagined that instead of my hair, there were his hands caressing me all over. The sensation was so sweet and shivering that I couldn’t contain a playful smile. He immediately saw my change of mood.
“What are you thinking about, love?”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a charming grin, which I enjoyed so much. He was trying hard to read my mind and, if I were honest, I wasn’t trying to hide my thoughts anymore. I stopped hiding because I didn’t think it was necessary anymore. Not after what happened between us. And if someone, anyone, was our enemy, we would defend each other. Even so, I started a dangerously sensual game.
“What are you doing here, Dominic?”
At my question, he raised his hand and began an intimate game with a strand of my loose hair. His fingertips slowly touched my chin in their play. I was going crazy with yearning for him because I wanted more, not just lovers fooling around. I wanted Dominic to make me feel like a vibrant woman. However, I realized he was taking me slowly, almost painfully. And knowing the outcome, I grew impatient. It drew me to him, so I made the next move.
He didn’t drink, and I found myself happy about it. I wanted him to be lucid about what was to come. I just inhaled his manly, musky scent and let my fantasy take over. If one thing was so clear to him and me, it was that tonight, I would be his, no matter what, and no matter the consequences.