Sweet Love

Raspy whispers of urgency were heard within the dark room. Two bodies colliding together in an urgent need to fulfill the burning lust that overflowed within their souls. Heavy panting echoed the room, and the air smelt of lust and passion, and the hot, sweaty scent of s*x was unmistakable. “Harder” the female begged, gripping onto the bed sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white. She wanted him. She wanted him bad. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt him push deeper and harder into her, she felt her p***y being stretched to fill his need. “Oh God” she moaned, the peak was coming, she could taste it. She was almost there, almost at the top of ecstasy...   Beep. Beep. Beep.   Bleary emerald eyes opened, and a frustrated moan escaped her lips. “You have got to be f*****g kidding me!” she screamed into her pillow. This dream, this exotic dream, she’s been having for the past month has been driving her insane. No matter what happens, no matter how hard she tries to go back to sleep, she has never been able to finish the dream off. Moving slightly, she felt hot liquid pooling between her thighs, she was wet, so god damn wet, but even if she pleasured herself, it never felt as good as the dream. “Have I turned into some sort of nympho?” she questioned out loud. It has only been a year since she had s*x, isn’t that normal after a breakup? Okay probably not very normal... but come on.  Sitting up in bed, she looks out to the window and noticed that it was a dreary day. Great she thought, my one day off in months and the weather is s**t. Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she picked herself up and started walking towards the ensuite. Switching on the light, she stood there starring at her face in the mirror. Long auburn hair, almost the colour of honey, cascaded down her shoulders onto her back, some sticking around the crown of her head from sweat. “This bed hair is insane” she muttered to herself, trying to run her fingers through it, hoping that it would tame her locks somehow. It didn’t. Grunting she peeled the over sized tee off her body and stepped into the shower. Letting the hot water pelt down onto her head and wash the last remains of her dream away. She could already tell today was going to be a long day.  Lifting the shower head out of its holder, she turned it to spray into her s*x. Might as well start the day with a bang.   * * * * *    “The usual Karlie?” a deep voice asked, snapping me out of my revere. I smiled apologetically and nodded my head, a small blush creeping it way across my cheeks. “Oh, but can you can make it a dirty please Chris?” he smirked and raised an eyebrow at me, “rough night?” laughing slightly, I muttered under my breath, “you have no idea” before turning and walking to my usual seat in the corner. I love this café, I discovered it whilst looking for a new rental in the area a year ago. Jesus has it been that long already? A whole year… a whole year since I had fun, since I had friends, was going out regularly with them, and since I was in, well what I thought, a committed relationship. Now look at me. Turning 25 in a week, working overtime every chance I got, no friends, no significant other, and reading in my spare time. When the hell did I turn into my grandmother?  So deep in thought, I didn't notice my order being called out until a mug was settled down in front of me, "Soy dirty chai for the beautiful Karlie" Chris said, causing me to gasp. Clutching my chest, I looked up at him and huffed, "you scared the crap out of me!" He laughed and pulled the chair opposite me to sit down "well I did call your order several times, but you were too busy daydreaming about me that you didn't hear it" I scoffed before taking a sip of my drink, letting the warm liquid fill my chest and a small groan to escape my lips.  Running a hand through his raven black hair, Chris grunted "do you always have to make that noise?" I quirked an eyebrow at him and asked, "do you always have to annoy me?" Shaking his head, he chuckled again, causing all the girls within proximity to glance over at him. Leaning on the table between us, he replied with twinkling blue eyes "sometimes it's good to be the boss, so I can decide who I spend my break with" I rolled my eyes at him. “Why spend your break with me, when you can spend it with any of these girls in here?” I lowered my breath and leaned in closer to him “there's a girl behind you that hasn't stopped glaring at me since you've sat down” Instead of pulling away and throwing his head back in laughter as he usually would, Chris leaned in closer, and in a husky whisper replied “what if I didn’t want any of these girls but you?”. My eyes widened and I blushed crimson. Pulling back quickly I laughed and waved a dismissive hand. “Stop messing with me mister!” before reverting my eyes down to the mug and taking in another sip of coffee. Chris has always been like that. A massive flirt. And I've known him long enough now to know he loved making girls swoon and sigh over him. He likes girls his age anyway I thought, trying to shake the tingling sensation I felt between my legs. Was this morning's session not enough? Have I honestly turned into one of those swooning girls over him? Am I really that s*x hungry and I’d want any guy?  Okay granted, Chris was a good looking guy. Very good looking. He’s tall, at least 6 foot 3 and was built but not overly muscular. He had the most amazing arms that I always admire but never dared to admit, especially to him. His hair was always perfect, in this messy yet put together look, and he had the most amazing eyes I have ever seen. They were so deep and blue like the colour of the ocean and it twinkled every time he teased me. Which was often. It’s not a surprise why girls fawned over him, he was only 28, but had his own place and business already. But the last time I flirted or even tried to get with a guy, I was still in bloody high school, and that was over 15 years ago! Plus, Chris doesn't see me that way, not a lot of guys do. I've always been known as 'one of the guys', I was too much of a tomboy. Before he could say anything in return, the door to the café opened, alerting him that new customers were coming in. I looked up over his shoulder and immediately froze. Chris quirked an eyebrow at me “you okay?” he asked, watching my face go pale. “ah, yeah, just, someone I didn’t want to ever see again, but is here now and looking at me, f**k walking over, and I just want to disappear into a h-“ “Karlie? Is that you?” I stopped mid sentence and turned my eyes up to the man standing before me. Mitch Anderson, the man who broke my heart a year ago. He hadn’t changed, still had the same untamed dark curls on his head, and the same brown eyes. We dated all through high school and college, only for me to catch him cheating. When I confronted him, he had the nerve to tell me he had stopped loving me years ago and was trying to fulfill his needs elsewhere.  My self confidence was not great back then. “Oh, hey Mitch, how are you?” I mumbled. I hate this. It’s been a year. A full fucken year and I’m still a mess over him. I don’t love him anymore, god if anything, I despise this man, but yet, I always seemed timid and helpless around him. “Wow, it’s been ages, how are you? You look…you look amazing” He said, sounding appreciative. I wanted to slap him. All through our relationship he always made comments about my appearance. Saying I was getting a little too chubby, or that my hair was too short for a girl. It really wore me down and I was constantly depressed. It also didn't help that after our breakup, I was drinking almost every weekend, trying to drown my sorrows away. Then I ran into him one day, and it was like this ideal image I had of him shattered before me. I can still see that smirk he gave me, like he was happy that I couldn’t be anything without him. I guess that’s when it all snapped. I stopped drinking from that day, stopped giving myself pity parties and stopped wanting him back. I started concentrating all my energy into work and would do overtime every chance I got. I needed a distraction and work was doing wonders. I guess I may have lost a bit of weight since we last ran into each other, and my hair has grown out a considerable amount because I’ve been too busy or too lazy to go cut it, but honestly, was looks all there was to him? Why didn't I see this before?  I could feel his eyes looking at me, almost as if he was trying to undress me where I sat. It was uncomfortable and made me feel dirty. "You look so different since I last saw you” he said giving me another once over “Are you seeing anyone now?” He asked, my face went red with anger and I was just about to tell him that he could go f**k himself when Chris stood him and interrupted “Hey, I’m Chris,” he said extending his hand to Mitch, “are you having here or takeaway?” The look on Mitch’s face almost made me laugh. It was clear he was confused, “I’m sorry?” he asked, trying to regain his posture. The laugh Chris gave him was a little condescending, but I loved it. “Are you ordering something to have here or takeaway? One of the girls can take your order at the counter. Or if you need help with that, I can take your order.” He turned to look at me “you okay if I take his order babe? I’ll be back in a tick” I quirked an eyebrow at him in question but nodded my head nevertheless. “sure, I’ll be here” before turning back to my opened book. Walking towards the counter, Chris motioned for Mitch to follow him, saying loudly “Molly will take your order, hopefully it’s not a long one? Promised I’d spend time with my girlfriend today, and I hate to keep her waiting” Mitch was in and out of the café in 5 mins. Probably the quickest I've ever seen Chris make an order. Shaking my head I was just about to open up my book until I saw Chris stalking over to me. “Alright, who's the d**k?” He grunted, sitting down roughly on his seat. Giving him a confused look, I asked “What?” Sighing he ran his hand through his hair again. My god why does he look so good doing that? “The guy that was here? Saying how good you looked, undressing you with his eyes. That d**k” realisation dawned on me. Chris never really knew why I moved into the neighbourhood a year ago. He never really asked, and I only mentioned once that I just needed a change, which wasn’t very far from the truth. “Just a guy I dated” I started to say, “It’s nothing important really”. About to look back down and open my book, Chris snatched it away from my hands. “Just a guy you dated?” he asked not believing me, “you looked like you’d seen a ghost when he walked up to you. What are you trying to hide?” Sighing, I looked up at Chris. “Why does it matter so much to you anyway?” I asked. Chris and I were never close. We spoke regularly when I was in the café, but it was always surface stuff. How was work, what did I do on the weekend, can I stop daydreaming about him? (something he was so sure I did all the time). But other than that, I’d never seen him outside of work, so it didn’t make sense to me why he was so annoyed by this all of a sudden. “Are you seriously so oblivious to everything around you?” he shot back, confusing me. What in the world was he talking about? Before I could say anything in return a loud crack of lightening erupted through the sky and a shriek escaped my lips. Quickly drinking the rest of my coffee and packing up my book, I hastily stood up “I fucken hate storms, sorry Chris, can you put it on my tab, I nee-“ but before I could finish the lights went out in the café and worried gasps and shrieks could be heard.   “f**k a power outage" I could hear Chris mutter, before loudly saying "Sorry guys, looks like we’ve got a power outage. I’ll need to close up to call maintenance, drinks are on me today!” About to leave like the rest of the patrons, Chris put his arm around my waist as I walked past him and pulled me against his chest. “Could you stay?” he muttered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “We need to finish our conversation” His body was warm and solid against my back, and his hands sent tingles down my waist to my legs. Why did I feel so safe in his arms? And why did I want those hands of his to run their way past my waist and between my thighs? Holding back a groan, I nodded my head. I needed to calm down. I needed to pull myself together. Chris was essentially a stranger. Well, okay not exactly a stranger, but I didn’t know anything about him other than he owed this café and lived upstairs above it. He could be a murder for all I know! “Karlie you alright?” snapping out of my thoughts, I strained my eyes to try to find him in the darkness “I’m going upstairs to call maintenance, you gonna stand there or come with?”  I could hear the laughter in his voice with that question, but for the life of me could not make out where he was coming from. “I cant see s**t” I grunted, walking slowly towards a direction only to bump into a table “mother fucker” I hissed, rubbing my knee, I also hated the dark.  Another chuckle from him had me frowning. “Oh hilarious is it? I can’t see anything in here and the tables are like a god damn obstacle course, why did you have to set them up like this Chris?” “So its my fault you keep running into them is it?” he asked, amusement clear in his voice. “I would slap that smirk off your face if I could find you, you bastard” I muttered, reaching blindly in the dark to grab hold of something. Before I knew it, my hands hit against his chest and within seconds I was crushed against his body, his arms wrapped around my waist. He chuckled again when a gasp escaped my lips. It was a deep sensual chuckle, one that I’ve never heard before, one that made my stomach do flips. “Are you going to slap me now?” he whispered into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. His lips were so close I could feel his breathe against my skin. I squirmed, wanting to get out of his arms, but his grip only tightens. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he whispered again, holding me closer to him if possible “why not?” I asked, wanting to curse myself for how breathless that question came out. Without even realising how or what was happening, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed himself closer to me. “Do you feel that?” he asked shifting his pelvis against me. A moan escaped my lips before I had the chance to stop it, oh I felt it alright. “Chris what, what are you” I ask breathlessly, trying to control my beating heart. What in the world was happening? Was I dreaming? Oh god. Am I still asleep? “Do you know how much I’ve wanted you Karlie?” he asked, his voice so husky with lust, it was hard for me to concentrate on what he was saying. “I’ve wanted to hear you moan in pleasure from me inside of you rather than the coffee I make, for a year now.” He ran a thumb across my parted lips and moved closer towards me. His lips inches away from mine. "I'm going to make your body drip all over me, baby me, inside of you.." “Earth to Karlie? Hello? Karlie?” snapping out of my revere, I felt my face turn a bright shade of red. “I’m going upstairs to call maintenance, you gonna stand there or come with?” he asked with a chuckle in his voice. "What in the f**k was that?” I muttered out loud.  Did I just have a s*x fantasy about Chris?