ECSTASY 3.1

My fate was sealed by the sound of him locking the front door behind us - it stole my attention from the city view and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

My pursuer didn't grant me much time to take in any more of my surroundings. There was no time to rally my thoughts either because he approached me. Unphased, he reached out to peel my jacket away from my shoulders. Involuntarily my body grew ridged, but it was too late, I had been relieved of the denims coverage, and from behind me, the stranger's fingers guided my hair away from my neck. At the same time, he was gently ushering me towards his desired conclusion by tenderly stroking his hands down the bare skin of my arms.

There was a feeling of foreboding - my heart was pumping so fast it was either going to spring right out of my chest or stop altogether! When I felt his breath on my skin, mine hitched in my throat. He'd daringly neared my neck for a kiss, and the instant his lips touched me, I wanted to wince out of nervousness.

Close to my ear, he whispered, "Relax, unless... you really want me to stop."

Without the distortion of loud club music or a buzzing radio, I could finally hear his voice, unadulterated. It was husky and warm and lulled me into a sense of security. Unconsciously, I did as he asked, and my shoulders dropped from their tense position. Once again, I felt his breath against my neck when my newfound calmness inspired a sigh from him - it caused me to do so, too.

"You smell so good."

"Uhm, thanks," The compliment caught me by surprise. Suddenly my mind was reeling again. I couldn't remember putting on any perfume at Lindsay's, and I'd been dancing and had worked up a sweat in the club - could I really have smelled anything near 'good'?

"Mmm, you're welcome." When he went in for another kiss, I felt how his words moved his lips.

This time they caressed my neck with more purpose, and in reaction, I hummed a pleased sort of sound. As quickly as they'd come, now all thoughts of perfume were gone from my mind.

Consequently, my enjoyment encouraged him, and soon his lips were busy placing soft kisses over my shoulder, back up the length of my neck and jaw until he gently nipped at my ear lobe. With my eyes closed, I tipped my head back into his shoulder in surrender and moaned again.

As if the sensations of the intimacy I'd been pining for weren't spine-tingling enough when I felt his hands slip away from my arms to grasp the small of my waist, my thighs instinctively squeezed together in reaction to the twitching I felt between them.

When his palm laid flat over my stomach, I dared to imagine where things were going to progress. Would he soon slide it further down and sate my curiosity about the skill of his hands?

The excitement I felt just imagining it caused me to throw caution to the wind. I had been such a good girl in all my twenty-one years. I had been faithful to four boyfriends, and while I hadn't led a boring sex life with any of them, I'd never let loose with a complete stranger before.

Screw it. I'm going to get me some, my dark side growled lustily.

Turning around to face my accomplice, I surrendered to my instincts and felt bolder for it. Though, I was still ginger in my attempt to close the gap between us. My face hovered mere inches from the hollow between his collar bones. In the plender gap was where I ventured my first offering of a kiss. He sighed, and I smiled. I was pleased by his height once again and how lovely it felt to be able to nestle my head into someone's shoulder, to tuck under someone's chin and feel cosily close to them. I tentatively reached and placed my hand on his neck. When his arm coiled my waist and pulled me the rest of the way toward him, I felt assured that what I wanted to do next would be fine, so I closed my eyes and submitted to the close quarters.

Blind, all my other senses were piqued to fill the void my lack of sight created. It was impossible not to breathe him in from that distance - his scent was musky with woodsy undertones but was decidedly fresh smelling. The tangy citrus notes from soap or his cologne were mouth-watering.

One kiss wasn't enough; I set my lips back on him hungrily. To savour the taste of him, I opened my lips over his neck, and that was when the handsome stranger craned his neck back like he wanted me to venture further. Sure enough, he let me know he liked what I was doing - I heard and felt him groan when his throat vibrated beneath my lips.

After a few more kisses, the groan transformed into a lustier growl and then suddenly, my back found the entryway wall; he'd manoeuvred me toward it. The sudden contact with the hard surface didn't hurt, but the surprise caused me to gasp.

That moment was fleeting, and soon I was busy enjoying the texture of his hair between my fingers as I combed into his locks and held his head to me. He'd bowed to kiss about the neckline of my top, teasing that he wanted to kiss and touch beneath it; his finger's stretched up my ribs and hesitated at the hem of my cropped top.

The second I anticipated his hands feeling their way up my top, he pulled away. Slightly disheartened and hit with another pang of surprise, my eyes shot open and met his in the darkness. His handsome face loomed close to mine. My focus honed in on his lips - the attentive and delicious-looking lips that had left my skin hot and tingly just a moment before. In that moment, I contemplated the possibility of kissing him there and gnawed the inside of my cheek.

As if he had read my mind, he asked, "Do you kiss strangers on the mouth?" Without an ounce of judgement, it seemed he was asking permission.

"Not usually," I answered in a breathy whisper. There was no hope of catching my breath, and I couldn't hide how fast my heart was racing, aroused by the confident but gentle approach of his foreplay.

"Can I be an exception?"

He was asking permission.

I didn't answer with words, but I did reply with my mouth. I kissed him.

We were consumed by the heat of the moment, like throwing a match into gasoline. My lips gave way to his, and I let him devour me like some starved animal. We moaned as our lips and tongues intertwined, begging to steal each other's breath away.

My hands had already messed up whatever style he had fashioned into his hair, and they were eager to continue exploring - feeling my way over his jawline, where his tame stubble pricked at the skin of my palms. It wasn't uncomfortable but just confirmation that he possessed a rugged manliness - it surprised me that that was a feature of his that I found irresistible because it was so far from my usual type.

Down his neck, my fingers trailed until I found my hands pressed up against his chest. Beneath my fingers, I felt firm pectorals and my fingers tensed to knead into him as if they had a mind of their own.

Whether it was courage or desperation, I couldn't tell, but I inched towards the buttons of his shirt. Driven by obvious urges, without prompting or permission, I began to undo them. When our lips broke apart for a moment to 'catch our breath' so I could gawp at his body as I unclothed it, he took the time to confess.

"I watched you dancing." As he spoke, he helped me remove his shirt and pulled his arms from its sleeves to let it fall into a pool of black fabric on the floor. "Do you always let go like that when you dance?"

"Uhm, yeah. I suppose it's the only place I let my hair down." I heard myself explain; when I was distracted, I was my most honest.

I was busy enjoying how his torso felt beneath my meandering fingers. It had been months since I'd touched someone like that. I found myself carefully watching where I placed my hands on him. He was sculpted beautifully, not overly muscular, but toned and smooth despite his masculine edges. Only fine body hair interrupted the lines of the artwork that adorned his skin. I was trying to focus on the image he had drawn over his left hip when he tipped my chin back and stared down into my grey eyes. His were dark, too dark to tell what colour they were, but his gaze was intense and caused me to swallow down the lump that grew in my throat.

"What about here?" His thumb stroked my lower lip, and it trembled as I tried to answer him.

All I managed was a stutter while lost in his eyes.

"It's fine. We don't have to talk." He said to comfort me in my silence. I glimpsed the grin he pulled before he bowed his head to my shoulder again and went back to kissing my neck.

The pace was back, and we began our descent toward the more sinful pleasures. I didn't flinch when his hands slid up my waist and beneath my crop top without a pause because I wanted it. The way his fingers kneaded into my breasts and how he teased my nipples and gradually pinched them with a little more fervour until he sensed the pleasure was tweaking close enough to pain for him to let go and remedy the ache with more gentle fondling drove me wild.

Signals from one erogenous zone tingled through my body to the other and caused the muscles down there to squeeze and caused me to moan shamelessly.

Spurred on by the sounds I made, he freed me from the top altogether in a flurry of motion. With my arms reached upward, he disarmed me completely by grabbing hold of both my wrists in one hand and pinned them back to the wall above my head. Liberated from the use of my hands, I gasped at the dominance with which he acted. Feeling unthreatened and irrevocably turned on, I chose submission. What he wanted to do to me, I'd already anticipated.

The familiar pulsing sensation of arousal I'd noticed growing in intensity between my thighs was set on fire when my chest gained the attention of his lips. He kissed and sucked and twirled his tongue over my breasts in just the right way. Patiently teasing more whimpers and gasps of pleasure from me, my cheeks flushed with excitement and embarrassment at how quickly I'd succumb to this stranger. Still, each time I made a sound, he reciprocated by making his own to indicate his enjoyment was equal to mine. As if I could have been unsure, what I felt next made his mood clear.

In the darkness, I strained to see his face in my peripherals and was intrigued to find him staring at me intently. I quickly realised why when he pushed his clothed hips against mine and rubbed himself up against me as if to ask if I wanted it. The erect weapon his arousal had imbued him with was fit to ravage me - I could feel it behind his jeans, reaching up toward their waistband. Fortunately for me, its owner had proved he wasn't beastly enough to allow his ego to take charge; his eyes gauged my willingness and sought my consent.

In all honestly, I didn't want to wait anymore. His pace was testing my body's patience. In reaction to the teasing thrusts of his hips, I couldn't help how my leg lifted, and my calf coiled the back of his, pulling him closer. My yearning for the void to be filled had swelled.

My eagerness, as well as the look on my face, must have amused him because I heard him quietly chuckle. I saw him grinning again, and instantly my mind was made up that he had the most stunning and devious smile I'd ever seen. Pity I couldn't reach to kiss him again - my hands were still held captive. He was free to touch me how he liked, and I was helpless to stop him, which was a huge turn-on considering I subconsciously trusted him.

When his free hand moved over my stomach and insinuated where they would go next, I looked down to watch him unfasten my combat pants and subsequently slip down the front of them. First, he teased me by only feeling over my underwear.

It made my nerves prickle, setting alight all over my body, but it also caused my resolve to falter. At all once, what we were doing and where it was going felt alarmingly real. We were walking a fine line and edging closer to the point of no return. If we carried on, he'd experience an unbridled, private version of myself that I only showed to those I'd trusted romantically - I didn't know if I was ready to be that open with a perfect stranger. Suddenly overcome with the urge to pull back into myself, I turned my face away. He wasn't going to settle for that and nuzzled the side of my face with his nose; he tilted my head, so I had to meet his gaze. We shared a long look. I was so embarrassed to have become so aroused by him, but he took it all in his stride and stole another kiss from me while massaging me with more vigour. I moaned uncontrollably into his lips as I resigned to the fact that I had to let loose how he desired.

Just this once. I promised myself that one fling didn't make me easy, or a slut, or have any negative connotations.