Cruel thin lines

Epilogue 1

The bell rang and Nicholas rose quickly to answer. He knew it was her; he wasn’t expecting anyone else. He was anxious, eager, dying to see her. He was madly craving for her.

He opened the door as Eve came out of the elevator. Beautiful, he thought, because that’s how he saw her, that’s how she was.

“You are beautiful...” he said with that warm look, with shining eyes that burned her inside.

Eve smiled and blushed; it was still difficult for her to accept naturally these compliments or to admit the immensity of things that this man made her feel by just looking at her.

“Thank you!”

She looked at him, alternating between his eyes and his mouth; the one that longed and missed kissing. And so she did, without asking for permission she invaded it, exploring it once more; she tasted it, sucked it, licked it, bit it; Nicholas didn’t stay back, he took her face in his hands and devoted himself to the same thing.

The intensity and taste of his kisses disarmed her, warmed her like nothing else, she groaned in his mouth and his member responded to that groan. Eve felt soaked, right there, if they didn’t enter and continue even if it wasn’t in the corridor, which grew by leaps and bounds, second by second, caress by caress, kiss by kiss. She needed it urgently.

They entered without separating, Eve threw the little purse she carried on her shoulder to the floor and Nicholas closed the door with his foot. He, too, was desperate to possess her; he didn’t want to separate his hands from her body.

He removed the handkerchief she wore around her neck and unbuttoned one by one the buttons of the red leather jacket she was wearing. As their mouths continued to melt, Eve’s hands wandered through Nicholas’ damp, wild hair. She kissed him avidly, he kissed her hungry.

Dedicated to the task of kissing, they tried unsuccessfully to undress without separating their lips; Nicholas took her by the hand, determined and with long steps led her to the armchair.

He knew about her insecurities, he dimmed the lights so that she would feel comfortable, but not so much so that he couldn’t enjoy each one of her gestures and the brightness of her gaze when she c*m, he loved that ecstatic gaze, that look of pleasure that he provoked and that inexorably led him to an unknown ecstasy each time.

He sat on the couch and her on his lap. Eve didn’t like it, she felt heavy and uncomfortable, and so she slipped between his legs as Nicholas took off her shirt while kissing her neck.

Eve took off his jersey, kissed his torso, and caressed the center of his chest, covered only by a thin layer of curls that continued towards the “road to happiness”.

Words were superfluous when glances were enough for what they meant. Nicholas ran his hands through each one of her curves and each one of those stretch marks that Eve hated so much. For him they were her war scars and he adored them. Being like this, together, made him feel vulnerable, it was a different experience to what he already knew.

She still had her shades and insecurities, but she lived the experience with freedom; enjoying herself without repressing herself. Her body no longer made her vulnerable when he touched her, when he stroked her with his hands or his mouth.

Eve kissed his chest and this time it was his mouth that traveled wet towards the navel, surrounding it and continuing downward at his body, she slid to the floor. On her knees, she unbuttoned his belt and opened his trousers. He helped her take it off with the boxers, freeing the erect, shiny limb of the man who made her fly.

Nicholas made that gesture that made her inflamed; he ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, while he looked into her eyes with that warm look that said it all. He couldn’t drown the groan that escaped brutally from his throat when Eve touched the tip of his p***s with her tongue, surrounding it, and then tasted it to her liking.

They made love on the couch and in the shower, and then fell asleep under the stupor of the long and exhausting but delicious s*x session. It was Saturday, the first rays of sunshine filtered through the window and Eve opened her eyes called by the delicious aroma of coffee and toast that flooded the room, to discover Nicholas enthralled looking at her. There was tenderness in those mischievous eyes and that warmed her heart.