The huff that escaped Shawn’s chest was a protest to having to be the adult to six full-grown boys his age. Dammit, Julie is so going to owe me for this. Shawn’s head bobbled ever so slightly as the smile and subtle chuckle found amusement in the whole situation. Since when did I become the mature one? Golf, craps, a show, strip clubs, and who knows what else was going to be packed into the next – a quick glance at his watch gave him the answer – fifty-seven hours until the rehearsal dinner. Jake was a good guy and made Julie happy, but this last hurrah had The Hangover movie written all over it. A slow shake of the head was the only acknowledgment Shawn was willing to give to Team Jake’s regression into teenage immaturity. The boom of their voices rattled the airport windows more than the planes taking off and landing. These guys were a barely contained riot.
“Hey, Shawn! Check out that redhead in front of you!”
Geeeeeeezus did Jake really need to shout that so all of Chicago could hear?
Shawn’s head slumped forward as he watched the redhead and her coworker look around. Seriously, like the hot flight attendant with hair forged in the devil’s fire was hard to miss even if she wasn’t four people in front of me.
“Go get her Shawn she’s hot!”
Bill Willie threw in his two cents. “Go Shawn woof woof woof! Get her boooooooooy!”
A disgusted snort escaped as Shawn curled his lips inward. Dozens of heads in the terminal turned and sneered, to watch the group of prepubescent boys in their late twenties act like morons. Shawn wasn’t even sure if it was a good thing or not that he was across the way as he waited in line to get a coffee. This behavior was beyond inappropriate. It’s one thing to have fun but they were just being ridiculously obnoxious now.
When the two flight attendants got to the counter Shawn walked up and handed the cashier his card. “Please allow me, ladies. I need to apologize for Jack from Lord of the Flies and his crew over there. He means well, but I am sorry for any embarrassment or anything. Please allow me to get your coffee and anything else you wanted to get.”
Cocking her eyebrow, the redhead skeptically questioned. “Anything?!”
“Well, unless it has raisins in it, not sure I can condone that sort of travesty, but hey look who I’m traveling with, people in glass houses shouldn’t throw raisins…well except in the trash but to each their own right. So yes, anything.”
The other flight attendant quickly put her hand in front of her mouth and slightly turned away, but could not stop the small giggle from escaping. The redhead’s stoic resolve remained unphased. Her eyes surveyed Shawn from head to toe before her eyes locked onto his. Shawn shifted in his stance and stood taller, suddenly feeling like he was being evaluated in a much deeper way than he could comprehend. The subtle movement of her eyes was a clear sign she was sifting thru several layers searching for something. The slight nod of her head indicated when she found it.
A small smirk curled the corner of her lip before she turned to the cashier and added a cinnamon bun to her order. Shawn thanked the ladies and handed the cashier his card and proceeded to pay for the coffee for the three people he jumped ahead of before he completed the transaction. Shawn said one more apology and thank you to the two ladies as they picked up their drinks before he turned to make his way to his group of idiots.
“Thank you, Tiger.” carried over the sounds of the busy terminal. Turning, Shawn saw the redhead hold up her coffee, which brought a smile to his face. That smile was quickly replaced with a headshake as Team Jake was there to pounce on the situation. In what could best be described as a scene that would have made a locker room of fourteen-year-old boys sharing a nude pic seem like an act of high society civility, ten minutes of being the focus of endless teasing was the price Shawn paid for his interaction with the flight attendant. He never got her name, for he never asked. It didn’t seem appropriate to ask for her number after his travel companions made such a scene. Besides she’s a flight attendant. The logistics made it an on-again, off-again long-distance, whatever. A what-if that never was.
Eventually, the boarding call was a welcome reprieve as Team Jake made their way to the plane. Shawn found himself smiling as the memory of her smile played inside his mind. His first time in first class was going to be just the tonic to put the morning behind him and get into Vegas mode. Shawn found himself about twenty feet ahead of the pack on the gangplank. Turning the corner, there waiting for him was that smile that sent a rush thru him, those delectable curves he could spend a lifetime exploring and flame-kissed hair that begged to be played with and pulled. Did her smile just get bigger when she saw me? Every step brought him closer to her as the sound of the impending stampede of immaturity closed in. The adults masquerading as ruckus boys were going to erupt when they see the impending awkward and embarrassing moment just a few feet in front of Shawn. This day just couldn’t get any frakking better.
“Welcome aboard Tiger.”
A quick smile and a muted good morning were all Shawn could muster as he saw her name tag said Desi before he hurried to his seat. He had already embarrassed himself in front of her once today, and the way his luck was going, she would be the one that was in charge of the first-class section. Three hours and thirty minutes, two hundred and ten minutes, and 1500 miles of making sure not to stare at her and calling as little attention to himself as possible to avoid any additional embarrassment. The whooping and hollering rumbled into the plane behind him as Team Jake stampeded onto the plane. A few teasing Tiger comments fluttered about the cabin as the rebellious rogues found their seats. Several disapproving looks and a couple of sneers formed on some of the fellow passengers’ faces as they walked thru the recycled air of testosterone and immaturity. The rest of the fellow cattle made it into the tin can and it wasn’t long before the flight attendants were going over all the safety information. Sure enough, there she was doing the airline version of Vanna White. Shawn’s eyes kept drifting to Desi. Her legs just seemed to continue as his gaze drifted up. Her hips seemed to both stretch and cling to what should have been a classy and demure skirt. Shawn was fully aware he shouldn’t be so hung up on her looks, but damn she was gorgeous. The toned-down outfit did nothing to hide what obviously had inspired thousand of inappropriate thoughts and a few filthy fantasies over the years. Their eyes met for a moment and Shawn was back in the fifth grade trying to muster up the nerve to cross the gym’s no man’s land over to the girl’s side to ask Suzy Wozniak if she wanted to dance. What the hell dude? What are you doing? Grow the fuck up and settle down.
Putting on his headphones, Shawn let himself get lost in the music as the flight took off. The melodic beat bathing his soul was somehow interrupted. Opening his eyes, he pulled off his headphones and tilted his head ever so slightly as his mind tried to pick up that morsel of information it missed.
“What can I get you, Tiger?”
Shaking his head as he tried to jumpstart his mind into the present. Lifting his head towards her but averting his eyes “Oh, um just a water, please. Thank you.”
“You shy there Tiger. I don’t bite, well not when I’m on duty.”
The devilish smirk that pulled at the corner of her lip triggered his want to say something witty and laced with a subtle double entendre. Subconsciously he curled his lips in as he suppressed his retort and let the awkward silence grow. Placing the water on his tray did nothing to break the silence as his distracted mind even forgot his natural reflex to say thank you. Looking up at her, it was not lost on him that she seemed to be taking delight in this self-imposed limbo he seemed to be in as she waited for an answer.
For gawd sakes dude say something…ANYTHING.
“No. Just you are working and you’re gorgeous and sexy and probably get hit on a dozen times a flight”. Shawn’s cadence hastened as his words tried to outrun his rambling mind. “I mean you’re not just gorgeous. I mean there’s so much more to you than being sexy. And I’m sure you’re used to dealing with rowdy passengers all the time and not just because you are gorgeous oh dear gawd someone shut me up please.” Shawn’s whole upper body seemed to crumple like a soda can being run over by a car before he took a large breath and let out an exhausted sigh. “That guy in the bright yellow shirt is getting married this weekend in Vegas and this is his bachelor party before so these guys are all wound up and I just want to apologize in advance they really are a great group of people when they are well normal. A muffled chuckle convulsed in his chest as he found humor in the ‘normal’ comment. A quick pat on his shoulder accompanied an affirmation that his friends weren’t anything she couldn’t handle was the last of that exchange as she mercifully moved on to the next row. If he could have facepalmed himself he probably would have. Sooooo smooth, and seamless subject change. Not obvious at all. Dumbass!
The rest of the flight was music, witnessing a cute exchange with Desi calming a young passager, and a couple of stolen glances her way. Then it was the insane stampede of everyone trying to get off the plane as if they wouldn’t have to wait for their luggage anyway. A smile and thank you were exchanged between Shawn and Desi as he got off the plane. It wasn’t too long before the traveling circus boarded the shuttle to the hotel so they get the ill-advised behavior and debauchery underway. Shawn’s phone buzzes and there’s a message from a number he doesn’t recognize. A smile creeps across his face as he reads her text.
Hey Tiger – Your groom friend gave me your number. Question is why didnt you ask?
Shawn’s fingers clumsily fly into action – You were working and figured there was probably a policy against you giving out your number. Am sure you are asked a dozen times a flight and i didnt want to put you in a position to be perceived as unprofessional or something. I think my incoherent babbling earlier pretty much laid out how attractive i find you. Besides what guy could resist a sexy redhead?
Several of Team Jake glance over as Shawn chuckles at her reply of holy War and Peace are all your texts this long. Letting his finger mumble his reply – Well if I asked for your number i was afraid you would have counted the coffee and cinnamon bun as our first date. And next thing you know your “to good” for the dollar menu let alone the full happy meal on our second date. Seeing his typo he sent a second text correcting your to you’re.
“A second date huh? Little presumptuous isn’t it So you are already planning a second date are you there Tiger ” His reply of nope not yet planning a second date was met with the dreaded…typing and then no reply. Context, context, context you friggin idiot! Trying to be cute in text never works! Shawn quickly tried to explain he wasn’t thinking of the second date because he was still trying to plan a great first date. The conversation continued and the rest of the ride to the hotel was a scene that would be repeated during every stolen moment over the next two and a half days. Shawn would smile at his phone as he and Desi talked back and forth at every possible moment.
Checking in and hearing about her younger brother. A couple of hours of blackjack and learned about how after she graduated college she just up and became a flight attendant because she wanted to see the world. Buffet and talking about all her hobbies and travels. Magician/comedian show and past relationships. Late night texting from bed and hearing her open up about her dad’s death when she was eight and a half. How mom was always working and never around, so she had to basically raise her younger brother. The two of them continued to text during all the activities the scroll of messages just grew and grew. There was an endless back and forth as day turned into night and then early morning. Shawn had a big grin tattooed to his face and smiled with every new message. Time seemed to fly and with no face tattoos or jail sentences, the boys had made it to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Now it was just a matter of getting all the guys to the event space.
The Vegas heat smacked the guys in the face like a jealous lover as they rambled out of the Uber. Trying to get an Uber for six guys on the spur of the moment would have taken too long and Shawn was glad he had planned ahead. Checking his watch. Ha! Twelve minutes to spare. The venue was gorgeous and so much more Julie than Jake. Chuckling, Shawn pictured Jake planning the wedding and pulling a Honeymoon in Vegas kind of thing. We’re the fllllllying Elvis’s! Utah Chapter. Smiling, Shawn was lost in the memory of how his family would watch that movie every year on the anniversary of his parent’s first date. His internal world was jolted when he couldn’t tell if what he saw was real if he was dehydrated and hallucinating, or just plain dreaming. There she was. Flame-kissed hair, fiery attitude, and an emerald dress that clung to her every curve like Vegas heat in July.
“Well, don’t you clean up nice Tiger.”
“Wha-how-what brings you here?”
“Well good to see you too there Tiger.”
“Uh oh sorry.” Shaking his head Shawn tried to regain his composure. “Sorry, you totally caught me off-guard. It’s so great to see you and you look aaaaa-mazing. What brings you here?”
Julie’s voice pierced the early evening air. “D! Oh thank gaaaaawd you brought it. The wedding planner was going to kill me.” Turning towards Jake, Julie let out a little excited squeal that probably sent dogs two counties over, into heat. “Baaaaby!” Her arms wrapped around Jake’s neck and she planted several days’ worth of kisses on his lips.
Shawn smiled as the happy couple do what happy couples do, copious amounts of PDA. Julie was so amped up that it was like her whole body was humming and electrifying the entire venue. She’s gotta be so excited and stressed and ready for this to be over. Julie turned towards Shawn and smiled.
Julie was a hugger, so Shawn braced for the inevitable and she didn’t fail in squeezing him tightly. “Thank you for getting him here on time. Annnnnd I see you’ve finally, finally, finally met D.”
Shawn’s forehead crinkled as part of his lips puckered like he just drank lemon juice. The quizzical look on Shawn’s face spoke volumes about how he heard the words but hadn’t yet fully comprehended them. Turning to Desi, then looking at Julie and back to Desi. “So you are the famous D? You’re Julie’s friend D. People call you Desi and your full name is Desire. But Julie calls you D.”
“Well, Desire isn’t just my name, Tiger, it’s my superpower.” The vixen within let her charm be displayed in an irresistible smirk.
“So” Shawn’s shoulders sank as he failed to yet make the connection. Sparks jumped and ignited all over his body as Desi rubbed his arm as the two ladies were practically giggling as they watched the gears slowly churn inside Shawn’s head.
Julie mercifully helped Shawn fill in the blanks. “The is the D I keep telling you about. Travels a lot…works for an airline. Funny, sassy, sexy redhead that sends those postcards from all over the world. One of my best friends. Known her since the 5th grade. The one I’ve been telling you to ask out on a date for nearly two years now. THAT D. She’s part of the bridal party and” with a playful shoulder bump into Shawn “you just so happen to get to be the one that gets to escort her down the aisle as we all make our way out after the ceremony and are sitting next to her at the head table.”
Giving Shawn a playful hip bump, there was an undercurrent of giddiness in Desi’s voice. “Can you handle that Tiger and make sure I get out the door ok. Better yet, can you handle me Tiger?”
Without missing a beat Shawn replied. “Oh hell no, but hey least I will have gone with a smile.” With that everyone escaped to the air conditioning and stood around for a very long forty-five minutes as the wedding coordinator and officiant went through all the steps everyone will be doing in eighteen short hours. The event coordinator ushered everyone to the rehearsal dinner space. Desi and Shawn made their way around the ceremony space and grabbed the few items they had been tasked to be in charge of during the ceremony and make sure no one left anything.
“So you going to behave tonight Tiger?” Her tone dripped with a cocktail of sweetness, sin, and sassy that made Shawn’s head spin.
“Well, one I’m a good boy and we both know if anyone is going to be getting into trouble tonight it’s you. I already have the Vegas PD on high alert. I will probably just order some pay-per-view porn. Ha just kidding no one ever pays for porn. I will probably just get out my clean socks and put on a sock puppet show on how I see the ceremony will go tomorrow. Pretending his hands were puppets, Shawn got into character “Do you Julie Sockerton take Jake Gymsock to have and to smell for as long as you both cover feet. And Jake do you…oh hell yeah” At that point he Shawn pretended to have his to hands making out before the Jake puppet hand made a loud CHOMP sound and engulfed the other hand.
A giggle-snort escaped Desi as she couldn’t help herself after witnessing that ridiculous display. Her eyes went wide and her jaw drop at the sound of a carbon copy of her giggle-snort being impersonated. The utter shock hadn’t worn off but didn’t stop Desi from trying to playfully push Shawn. Instead, his hands caught her arms and instantly his arms engulfed her and held her close.
The entire world seemed to go silent as their two bodies were pressed close. Both sets of lungs struggled to function under the weight of the building anticipation. Their eyes danced and moved as they saw deeper and deeper into each other. Worlds started to open up to each other. An unseen force pulling them together like magnets was the only sense of gravity. Silence reigned as what wasn’t said was deafening. His thumb grazed her cheek and his hand held her head as she looked up at him. A slow descent of his lips to hers seemed like a lifetime overdue. Their kiss was a building storm. The softness of those first few minutes of a rainshower before the thunder in their heartbeats and lightning. The primal hunger in their touch threatened to rage uncontrolled. Two souls were lost in a pure and raw moment. Two moved as one as they fed off each other’s want.
Shawn pulled back as his breath still hadn’t caught up to him. “I’m, I’m so sorry that was so inappropriate I shouldn’t have done that. Time and place. Sorry.” His head slumped and his entire posture changed like a man defeated as he retreated a quarter of a step. Before Desi could reply the wedding coordinator rushed in as if someone’s life depended on what she was about to say. Everyone was waiting on them. Oh gawd dammit! Perfect frakking timing and heaven forbid the fancy schmancy chicken blabbity blah blah has to wait to be consumed for five gawd damn minutes. Not like we are right in the middle of something. Frakk me! Now the two of them were somehow endangering the delicate timeline the wedding planner had budgeted for. The silence was a sickly hollow as the three of them hastily made their way to the dining room.
Well, that went SOOOOOO well dumbass! He had tasted a lifetime of happiness on those lips and now it was like he was dangling over the edge of a cliff and that opportunity was slowly slipping thru his finger before plummeting into the abyss. The chatter of people laughing, the clang of silverware on fancy flatware, and the drone of making small talk only added to the uneasiness ricocheting within him. The smile was a mask he was wearing for Julie as part of him internally chastised his stupidity. He couldn’t stop stealing glances over to Desi wanting to explain and say everything that needed to be said. Instead, he was reduced to that third-grade boy who could only see a girl from afar and open his mouth only to have no words come out. The occasional fake laugh and nod of the head were all he could muster aside from fidgeting and playing with the silverware. The impossible task of wanting to be able to time travel back to that moment and explain haunted his present. The guilt of it all and the pain of Desi never looking over at him soured and curdled the delicious meal in him. As each course was brought out, it was more chance for the knife to be twisted in him. As everyone wrapped up dessert Jake whisked all the groomsmen to an awaiting ride. And with that Desi was gone.
As the guys got back to the casino Jake’s brother and best man collected everyone’s phone and they hit the casino floor. Two hours of chasing a little white ball dance and hopping over black and red numbers and two red dice tumbling over crushed velvet led to a roller coaster of boisterous celebrations and heartbreak. Jake and Julie had agreed to a 10 pm curfew for the bridal party so everyone would be rested and ready for the big day. The guys ended up in Jake’s room as he passed out the groomsmen’s gifts and surprisingly had a genuine moment of vulnerability as he thanked each and every one of the guys. On any other day, this would have been a perfect ending to the evening before a wedding, if regret and a dark sense of screwing up weren’t hanging over Shawn’s head. Jake’s brother handed back everyone’s phones as everyone shuffled off to their room.
Lead sunk in Shawn’s stomach as he shut his door and saw zero messages from Desi. His short apology text took fifteen minutes and eight different drafts to compile and send. It wasn’t really feasible to explain he pulled away not because he wasn’t enjoying it but because he was enjoying the kiss too much and making out in their friends’ wedding ceremony location wasn’t exactly the proper thing to do. Tossing his phone on the bed, it was a time for if he couldn’t be happy he could at least be comfortable. Stripping down to his underwear and putting on a concert tee. Setting up his laptop on the table he checked his personal and business emails. As he was pulling together information for a presentation that he hoped would lead to a promotion there was a knock at the door.
“Just a minute.” Scrambling Shawn pulled a pair of gym shorts from the drawer and hopped as he tried to walk and get dressed at the same time. “Oh hey.” The surprise of finding Desi at his door lead to a few moments of silence as Shawn’s brain tried to think of the best thing to say. “Sorry come in. I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Julie just wanted me to do a bed check with everyone.” The smile she always seemed to wear was missing
“Oh. OK. Can we talk for just a minute?”
Holding up a hand as if ushering Shawn to stop, Desi’s almost clinical tone made his mind stumble for a moment before Shawn pressed on. “It would mean a lot.”
Desi stepped several steps into the room and stopped as if keeping a clear path to the exit. “Ummm, you brought a laptop to a Vegas wedding? You do know you can get porn just as easily on your phone as on your laptop right?!” The judgmental crease along her forehead disappeared as a sly smile bloomed, offering him a taste of the sassy spirit he was becoming addicted to.
Chuckling, Shawn explained he was working on the project he had mentioned in one of the millions of texts they exchanged. He had to present it in four days and a promotion may be ridding on it.
Here Comes the Bride chimed on Desi’s phone. Gesturing to Shawn that she needed to take this. She answered the phone as Shawn took a step back, like it was giving her more privacy. “Hey Jules, everything ok?” Turning towards the door and taking a step in that direction Desi listened to. “Yes, everyone is in their room.” There was a spark missing from Desi’s voice. “Yeah. Fine. Hun, you need to get your ass to bed you are getting married tomorrow!… Just in Shawn’s room, he was the last one I was checking before I head to bed.” There was an almost involuntary scoff before Desi said “Just you getting married.” Shawn couldn’t help but watch Desi seemingly nodding in agreement, an occasion adding a ‘mhm’ and ‘k’ to whatever Julie went on talking about. “Ok Jules. Get some sleep. Love you girl.”
Watching Desi hang up and slide her phone into her pocket, worry framed Shawn’s eyes. “Everything ok with Jules?”
“Yeah, she was just checking in, all good. I should go get some sleep for tomorrow.”
Relief sprinkled his tone before the somber reality dropped the timbre in his voice an octave. “Oh good, she deserves a perfect day tomorrow. Before you go, I need to apologize for earlier, I dont think what happened is what you think. And well that’s my fault, cause well the Y chromosome makes all guys idiots.”
Shaking her head no, “It’s fine you dont have to.”
His hand was gentle as he took her hand and they both felt the bolt of lightning that passed between them and ran through them as the jolt sought to be grounded. “It’s not what you think. I loved kissing you. Hell, I liked it way too much. It’s just you unsettle me.”
Desi pulled her hand away and started to take half a step back. “Unsettled?!”. Her tone was icy, and sounded like every bit of openness she shared in her texts the past two days slammed down like a castle’s portcullis slamming down to keep invaders out.
“Not unsettled in a bad way. Just. Just.” A big sigh billowed from his chest. “Most people’s opinions don’t matter to me, maybe when I get to know them. But yours really does matter. I’m not used to that. I dont know, I mean, as corny and stupid as this sounds I want you to like me and think I’m great and all but…why the hell am I saying this?!”
Mumbling to himself about how having this conversation thousands of times in his head, he scolded himself that should be going a lot smoother than it is. Shawn’s body puffed up like a balloon and then completely deflated as he let out a long huff of breath and the color replaced the white of his knuckles as he unballed his fists. The nervous chuckle that followed did nothing to relieve the embarrassment swelling up in him. Rubbing his forehead, he tried to continue before he leveled his gaze to hers.
“I dont…” frustration whipped through the huff that escaped him. “I don’t know how to explain it or even understand it myself. Curling his lips inward and clenching his teeth was all he could do as words failed him. “You’re special. I can’t explain it, there’s no logic behind it. I don’t even really know you but… but I just know you’re amazing.” His hands started to gesture as if summoning words from another world or speaking some secret language. His eyes returned to her. I pulled away because I was liking the kiss way too much and am not sure where I would have stopped. Today and tomorrow is supposed to be about Julie and Jake. Me trying to make out with you in the very same space they will be saying their vows tomorrow wasn’t right. I should have handled it better and I am sorry.” His hands found their home upon her hips and pulled her closer. A softness in his eyes conveyed his sincerity. “I really am very sorry.”
The tension in her body slowly dissipated and didn’t pull away despite his advancing presence. The unadulterated sorrow in his eyes was too authentic to just be some line. The sounds of silence, their breathing, and the pounding beat of their hearts were the only sounds of the world around them. As time passed, their breathing only became heavier as their chest began to heave as oxygen became harder and harder to come by. The heat of their breath danced and mixed as they stood there. The magic of the past two days played out all over again in the silence of the room.
His tone was just above a whisper but steady. “I don’t want to scare you off. I know I can be intense, and sometimes get in my own head trying to be perfect. D, I just ask you to give me a beat to… I’m used to just knowing what to do and how to be with people, but, but I feel like I can be myself with you. Yet I…I don’t know what the rules are. Like how am I supposed to act? I know I can just be me with you yet so used to playing by other’s rules I just don’t want to mess this up. I didn’t pull away tonight because I didn’t like it – it’s because I liked it too much and well I am sure I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just that first kiss. ”
His fingers grazed her cheek before she closed her eyes and rested her face in the palm of his hand. She felt his words, I promise you it will be worth it, melt into her. His eyes watched her eyes open and saw the happiness in the sweetness of his words and actions but also that flicker of disappointment in the comfort and unfulfilled. That look stabbed deep and made his soul stumble for a moment. Desi opened her mouth to say something, and that was the moment the tiger pounced.
There was an hungered frenzy in the way his kiss devoured her lips. Like a starved orphan let loose on a Norman Rockwell Holiday feast. His body pressed her back against the wall and his paws took her wrists and pinned them above her head. His lips tore away from hers before they went for the jugular. The fire and delight sang its story in the form of a loud moan. His lips ravaged her neck, like a tiger claiming the rewards of its hunt. His hands released her wrist, so his hands could claim the bounty they sought. Her fingers gripped and dug into the back of his head as her moans became the manner in which she breathed.
Her eyes slowly opened as she seemed unsteady on her feet. His hands framed and held her face in place. Silence sang loudly as his eyes plunged into hers. Everything about the fire she had inside opened up and told its tale to him like it had been a bedtime story he heard every night as a child. Her eyes came into focus and looked into his with such joyous anticipation as a sinister smile crossed her face. “There he is, there’s my tiger. I knew you had it in you.”
The quiet of the hunt hung in the din of the room. Their eyes locked as her breasts heaved against his chest. Huffs of air warmed her lips as this primal tiger seemed primed to pounce again. Long, slow breaths were the minimalist language of the moment as desire exerted an overwhelming pressure on civility. With cat-like reflexes, his hands gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, and pinned her against the wall so she had to wrap her legs around him. The layers of clothes couldn’t hide the sensation of how badly their bodies hungered for each other. His hand, cupped and claimed her under her shirt as his lips assaulted every bare inch of skin it could find. His lips kissed away her smirk with such conviction all her thoughts jumped overboard leaving her adrift to whatever course he plotted. The force and pressure of him ground against her. With his pulsating desire and the flimsy barrier of clothes between them, he was almost inside her. Every movement seeking relief only added to the tension and ache. The unforgiving nature of the wall trapped her so all she could do was moan and cling to him as the rocking of his hips pulverized him against her.
His hotel room was filled with the sound of her crying out as his lips found her neck and a storm boomed inside her and he released the beast within. The sensation of her nipple pinched between his fingers broke her away from reality. Both her wrists were shackled by just one of his hands. The writhing of their bodies found a pace that promised something much more satisfying. Easing her down to her feet his hands sped and pulled off her top and removed her bra. His mouth enveloped and devoured her breast like a predator that had caught it’s prey. The unforgiving tug of the suction of his famished mouth sent shockwave, after shockwave thru her. Every tug worked at tearing down the walls she built over the years. Moans and gasps were all she could speak as her hand pressed him to her. Time would lose all reference and meaning tonight as he never wavered in his hunger and delight in her.
Picking her back up he carried her over to the bed before letting her fall the last couple of inches onto the bed. His claws dug in and tore off any and all remaining clothes between them. Want, snorted from his nostrils, like a tiger readying for the hunt. Leaning in close his eyes narrowed and focused on her. Watching her, watch him. Seeing her inhale several sharp breaths as she felt the tip of him rub up and down her. Hinting at piercing her but never quite entering. Feeling her wetness coat the tip and then all along the underside of him as she felt the length of him slide over her. He played her like a bow across a violin. Melodic stokes across the stings of her desire creating the sounds of an impending concerto.
Grabbing a pillow he lifted up her legs and shoved the pillow under her and let her legs dangle over his shoulders. The anticipation left Desi panting and wanting some sort of relief from not having him inside her. The pillow rolled her hips just so, the legs over his shoulders would allow him to get in deep to just the right spot. A sensation she hollered out some inaudible word or sound as the full length of him delved as deep into her as both their bodies would allow. The way her body clung to him with every movement pulled at every part of his body and soul. There was an insatiable hunger in her he could feel. Somehow their bodies sang in harmony as their souls vibrated at the same frequency. He could see what she needed. Sometimes she need a savior, sometimes a teddy bear but tonight she ached for the tiger.
After several measured dives into her, he grabbed her wrists and the measured became the delicious blend of violent and wanted. There was no real build-up, just him burying himself inside her as hard and deep as he could over, and over, and over again. Her legs were over his shoulders, her wrists gripped by him, all she could do was take it all and enjoy the decadent sin they swam in. The moan and whimpers grew in number and volume the more he slammed in and out of her. His concussive collision pushed her body away as his hold of her kept her in place. Her breasts bounce out of control, caught in the unrelenting onslaught of flight and anchoring. Tonight wasn’t about romance but surrendering and battering down the walls between them. The overcharged dynamo churning between over needed a discharge and it wasn’t going to take long.
Watching her gasp, moan, and writhe beneath him as her body was jostled with his never-ending onslaught was more beautiful and erotic than he could have ever dreamt. His lips craved tasting every inch of her. His finger pleaded to learn every secret spot on her body but tonight the tiger has to pin her down and feast upon her sensual and sexual side. Slamming into her like he was breathing life or love into her, the smacking sound of flesh upon flesh spoke of more than just sex. The way their bodies fought each other were like two tectonic plates competing for the same space and time battered their control but not their resolve. The bed rattled wanting to move across the floor with every jarring impact. He could feel how the tip of him hit her just so by the sounds of her moans and the pleasure her body was screaming in every reaction. Her body seemed to slide up and down underneath him like she was skating across the ice only to find herself tethered to him
Her eyes opened and closed as her toes curled. Her thighs tried to hold him inside her as she struggle to pull enough air into her lung amidst the moaning and whimpers. He watched as he could see shades of fire wash over her skin. The slight dew of desire glistened on her skin. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass missing his lips but couldn’t compete to how he filled her just so. Her breath ragged as gasps, breaths, moans, and beautifully inappropriate words all danced in the room as her lungs were burning for more air. Pleading for him not to stop, he watch the foggy veil descend over her eyes as she was teetering on the edge of euphoria. Her body desperate to not lose one moment of this clamped around him time and time again as her ability to do anything but be in this moment was all that remained. The short rapid breathes felt like the tides on the beach retreating only to feed the raging tsunami as it approached.
Growling, “Dont you dare close your eyes, you look at me when you are about to cum while I’ fucking you..”
Desi’s eyes went wide as her mouth opened. Gasping in breaths in between her moans and whimpers. Micro expressions of her eroding control and surging pleasure flashed across her face. The way her eyes widened with every thundering thrust, The rapid and subtle dropping of her jaw as she gasped. The twitch of her lips. The slow loss of focus in her eyes. Shawn held her gaze with his while taking in the beauty of her face. Her eyes and face soon were pleading for permission with her never saying a word. Watching her wrestle for control only encouraged the speed, ferocity, and passion of every thrust, like a blacksmith hammering and forging the white-hot creation into existence.
A moan that could have carried itself halfway down the Vegas strip erupted from her. Her hips shuddered and her body spasmed on and around him. She clung to him with her arms, legs, and fingers like a passenger amidst the shipwrecked remains during a raging gale. Wave after wave only made her hold onto him more as she rode out this tumultuous storm. Shawn’s grunts and moans as he felt her convulse and squeeze him over and over verbalized the waning control he had.
Pulling out and rolling Desi over he grabbed her hips and drove into her as she was getting up onto all fours. Moaning in unison as he sank completely inside her, as their souls vibrated in delight and held onto each other. There was no relenting and no mercy in the way he plowed into her and how her body responded confirmed this was the beast she hungered for. She let out a moan that reverberated over every surface of the room as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. Indesriment and unrepeatable words tattooed the room. The booming slap of their bodies and intense fire erupted into a feeding frenzy neither could deny nor control. Harder, deeper, faster became an escalating matra their lust and desire sung. Shawn’s resolve was crumbling faster than a landslide as she rocked back just as hungrily as he pounded forward. Watching her ass bounce against him, the sway of her breasts with every thrust, the hunger in her spirit, and the way her mouth moaned and moved as she let go of being anything resembling ladylike – it was too much to take in. She felt too good. Roaring like the tiger alerting the jungle the apex predator is here he exploded as he tried to continue to thrust. She wasn’t going to let him stop until she had all of him. Slamming herself against him harder and harder so took everything he could offer before both collapsed.
There they laid, panting, spent, happy. Eventually, he got up and headed to the bathroom before coming back with a warm washcloth and took great care in cleaning her up before he did the same for himself. Sliding back into bed he scootched closer to her and pulled her close. She rolled up into his arms for the first time like it was the thousandth time. There was no description for what he was feeling as she lay there in his arms. There was excitement and tranquility to feel in her cheek resting against his bare skin. This satiny softness of her naked thigh draped over his. How his fingers instinctively found their home running through her hair. How every breath pressed her breasts against him over and over again. Both partners feel their heart rates start to slow back to normal as her soft flame-kissed hair tickles his cheek.
Gently stroking her hair they laid there as Shawn teased, “Just so know, this doesn’t mean I’m putting out on our actual first date.” Pushing herself up off his chest in shock. “Ohhh listen her mister you are going to be begging me to” Grabbing the back of her head and pulling her to his lips, he let his kiss end the discussion. Her fiery sass melted under the weight of his lips. Her hand found his cheek as their kiss deepened. After time started back up again, their lips reluctantly released each other as their heads drew back and their eyes opened to greet each other with a genuine smile.
Starting right back up Desi sassiness soaked the marrow of her words. “Excuse me, mister. You dont get to try and be all charming and cute and just think I have room on my dance card for you. That I will just say yes.” Unable to hide her smile she pretended to throw her hair back in defiance.
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Bringing his face even closer to hers as the security and happiness within him danced along the words in her tone. “Oh you bet you’re sweet, sexy ass I’m going to ask for that dance, and you are going to say yes.”
Giggling as she snuggled back into his arms and resting upon his chest her smile could be heard as she said, “Every single time Tiger, every single time.”
A sigh full of potential and delight filled the room “You know we are never going to hear the end of this from Julie right?”
Giggling Desi said ” Oh she’s so going to mention it every chance she gets. Can you live with that Tiger?”
Tucking her hair behind her ear he smiled “With you beside me there’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Sleep was overtaking her like waves upon the shore but she was able to playfully murmur “Oh what you just think that makes you my boyfriend?”
“Nope ’cause you are already MY good girl.” A sweet chuckle was the last sound she made. Like a content cat, her eyes closed as she nuzzled into just the right spot on his chest. A sense of peace and happiness warmed him as he watched her slowly smile and fall asleep in his arms.