Distraction and Observation (Manifesto)

[Nesrin Aziz]

Eddie was mindful, waiting for her cues, but the rhythm of his kiss was hungry. It delighted Nesrin that there was a war inside; that she might be that much of a temptation to him. In return she shivered against him, letting him feel every hitch of her breath as he ran his touch over her bare skin, soft as the fall of feathers. What her own body craved then was to climb onto his lap, to feel him pressed flush against her and get a little lost in the anticipation. She was already leaned into him, like her entire being had fallen into his orbit at the press of his arm against her, but the dress hugged so tight it was going to ride scandalously high if she straddled him like that. Not that Nesrin had any problem getting risque in the backseat of a cab; it was the sort of thing that kicked her pulse up, all the more so because she wasn’t sure how far Eddie was prepared to let it go. From his surprise before, she didn’t think he usually took women home like this.

He laced their fingers in a way that was sweetly intimate. A bit of a romantic, maybe; it wouldn’t be a surprising fit to the picture she was forming of the kind of man he might be. She toyed with the way their hands interplayed; people always forgot those smaller touches could be just as erotic as the obvious ones, and she thought it might cast the spell deeper. Her dark eyes drank him in as his chest rose and fell so deeply, a smile on her lips. They were still pressed close, but instead of moving onto his lap, she took their twined hands and guided his sensually up the outside of her thigh. Her own palm skated softly overtop his, controlling the aching lightness of his touch, as well as its speed; a tantalisingly slow slip under the hem of her dress.