11-21-2022, 02:21 AM
Once liberated, much of his previous patience was now thinned by passion. He’d made his interest plain, and Natalie, well-balanced between enticing and teasing, expertly played the hard to get. Thus when her ardor turned receptive, Adrian scooped the small-framed woman into his arms with hungry response.
She tasted like cocktails and mint and smelled of perfume and luxury. Yet he wondered how much of the senses were hers and how much were an adopted projection of what she wanted others to see. The enigma of it all was enticing, and nothing frustrated Adrian more than the mystery he could not solve.
Her fingers found the curve of his collar, and his hands pressed the cage of her ribs in return. It was a passion that summoned them both, and Adrian let himself loose to the throes. The minutes were exquisite. The touch of skin unexplored promising new thrills. Lips grazed the hollow beneath her jaw, still clean shaven despite the hour, and relished in the hum of pleasure he might summon. He was mindful of the expensive dress as his palms pressed along her hips with all the appreciation of the flesh beneath.
The eventual break left him panting. The width of his chest’s movement revealed the depths with which he allowed himself freedom from self-contained rules and boundaries. The body did not lie, though a firm-jawed discipline usually kept lust at bay. If only to see what she would say, he paused. He had no idea what to expect. Such was the rarity at which he encountered someone he could not dance on marionette strings.
She spoke in riddles, and while this was another that he did not understand. Nor did he probe to find out more, wanting her to offer it rather than have him chase. Just like the kiss. He had asked for something, and she opened her vulnerability just enough to allow him a glimpse within. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was all he'd been wanting.
“You can’t lose something you don’t have to begin with,” he responded with just as much coy riddle. Maybe he was suggesting an alternative to the norm of relationships. He’d never once been saddled to a companion. He did not intend to offer commitment. Adrian was not a man that readily formed attachments - neither among business nor among women. Even his own parents were easily cast aside when the ties that bound them frayed. Attachment belied loss. One was not possible without the other. Suggesting as much did not give Adrian pause. And he would never again put himself in such a position.
He wasn’t going to start now, but sharing an evening (or night) with a dynamic, maddening, interesting woman was not the worst way to spend time. Though as soon as he said it, a flicker of doubt flushed his gaze, foolishly wondered if she meant the school — or him.
He did not desire to give her the chance to clarify. There was unlikely to be anywhere to realistically retire, and despite the victory of the moment, Adrian wasn’t so desperate to conquer to take her in the dust and filth. He was content to enjoy himself in the moment and see where things landed - there was still the return drive to the city.
She tasted like cocktails and mint and smelled of perfume and luxury. Yet he wondered how much of the senses were hers and how much were an adopted projection of what she wanted others to see. The enigma of it all was enticing, and nothing frustrated Adrian more than the mystery he could not solve.
Her fingers found the curve of his collar, and his hands pressed the cage of her ribs in return. It was a passion that summoned them both, and Adrian let himself loose to the throes. The minutes were exquisite. The touch of skin unexplored promising new thrills. Lips grazed the hollow beneath her jaw, still clean shaven despite the hour, and relished in the hum of pleasure he might summon. He was mindful of the expensive dress as his palms pressed along her hips with all the appreciation of the flesh beneath.
The eventual break left him panting. The width of his chest’s movement revealed the depths with which he allowed himself freedom from self-contained rules and boundaries. The body did not lie, though a firm-jawed discipline usually kept lust at bay. If only to see what she would say, he paused. He had no idea what to expect. Such was the rarity at which he encountered someone he could not dance on marionette strings.
She spoke in riddles, and while this was another that he did not understand. Nor did he probe to find out more, wanting her to offer it rather than have him chase. Just like the kiss. He had asked for something, and she opened her vulnerability just enough to allow him a glimpse within. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. It was all he'd been wanting.
“You can’t lose something you don’t have to begin with,” he responded with just as much coy riddle. Maybe he was suggesting an alternative to the norm of relationships. He’d never once been saddled to a companion. He did not intend to offer commitment. Adrian was not a man that readily formed attachments - neither among business nor among women. Even his own parents were easily cast aside when the ties that bound them frayed. Attachment belied loss. One was not possible without the other. Suggesting as much did not give Adrian pause. And he would never again put himself in such a position.
He wasn’t going to start now, but sharing an evening (or night) with a dynamic, maddening, interesting woman was not the worst way to spend time. Though as soon as he said it, a flicker of doubt flushed his gaze, foolishly wondered if she meant the school — or him.
He did not desire to give her the chance to clarify. There was unlikely to be anywhere to realistically retire, and despite the victory of the moment, Adrian wasn’t so desperate to conquer to take her in the dust and filth. He was content to enjoy himself in the moment and see where things landed - there was still the return drive to the city.