She smiled, thinking back to the night. The air was heavy with suggestion, and she was inspired by the strong women she’d only been reading about. But if she were being honest, she was probably most inspired by Prynn and the reason she was labelled A–for adultery. She took a deep breath, and noticed that the caffeine jitters were starting to take control. She needed food. She couldn’t survive on caffeine and bad decisions alone. Well, almost couldn’t. She made her way to the counter, standing in line to place her order. She needed carbs to soak up all the tequila. She was running on fumes–three hours of sleep, and dorm room microwave meals. As she stood in line, her thoughts drifted back to the bar, the animated discussion about symbolism, Marxism, and how the theory could and should be applied to her dissertation. They argued, laughed, discussed her professor, and after a lot of alcohol, she slowly noticed his strong jaw, a faint scent of cigarettes mixed in with the musky scent of his sweat and the leather from his cologne. He’d been leaning in, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes every time he stopped to sip his beer. Sarah’s breath began to get ragged, and her fingers instinctively went to her mouth, feeling her chapped lips, still raw from hungry kisses. Absentmindedly smiling as she recalled the way her skin grew hot under his touch, she was rudely brought back to reality when a visibly annoyed gentleman tapped her shoulder and rolled his eyes when she asked him why. Embarrassed and clearly flushed, she apologised, stepped up to the counter, placed her order, and made her way back to her window table at the corner of the café.
Spritzing on a face mist in an attempt to calm her arousal, she tried to get her mind out of the gutter and refocus on her paper. “The wildness of the moors,” she wrote, “mirrored the overarching theme in Wuthering Heights.” ‘Wild,’ she thought, ‘moors’, she mumbled, ignoring the words on the screen, once again losing herself to that corner table at the bar, cigarette smoke, and those piercing brown eyes. She hadn’t expected to bump into him–and she figured a guy like him probably had a list of women on speed dial. She was just another notch on his belt. But she didn’t care. She wanted more of him, all of him. Unfiltered, unadulterated, raw. Quite like Heathcliff.
Last night for her was different–she felt bold, daring even. And she needed to pick his brain for “research”. But the buzz she had going took the conversation down a path she knew was tethering on illicit. The fact that she knew it was wrong, stirred this lust to learn and absorb. She’d gotten a small taste of his mind, and there was an undeniable thirst to take it all in.
The waiter cut through her heated memories as he placed the cinnamon roll on the table. Looking up, she smiled her ‘Thank you,’ too riled up to speak. Fidgeting with the collar of her shirt, she felt her pulse quicken as images of the night came flooding back.
A dozen beer bottles and six shot glasses were strewn across the table. Sarah was tipsy, and giggling at every word that came out of his lips. She’d noticed how prominent his cupid’s bow was, and how, when he smiled, a barely-visible dimple teased at the corner of his mouth. She loved his shaggy hair and his black-rimmed glasses. She’d always had a thing for men with glasses. She heaved and excused herself, making her way to the restroom. The beer needed an outlet, and she needed to calm herself. After she was done, she splashed cold water on her face, staring at her flushed reflection in the mirror. Dabbing a paper towel to dry her face and compose herself, she decided she would make her move. As she reached for the knob, the door swung open and he pushed her back into the restroom. She looked up at those brown eyes, his tall frame towering over her. His breath smelled of tequila and cigarettes, and she could feel her knees start to weaken. He held her gaze, looking from her lips to her breast, and back into her eyes. Sarah licked her lips, and gulped, and before she could speak, she felt his lips press down on hers in a slightly sloppy, wet kiss. She didn’t mind the way his tipsy mouth maneuvered over hers, the way he bit down gently on her lower lip. She recalled the way his salty skin tasted as she nibbled on his earlobes, and licked his neck before sucking his flesh between her lips, leaving a big scarlet mark where her mouth had been.
She felt his erection press up against her as he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. The kissing grew intense. She felt the cool air tease her exposed breasts as he pulled down her tank top and lacy bra, taking her protruding right nipple between his teeth, his thumb grazing across the other. Her breathing got laboured as she struggled to keep her desire from consuming her. Grabbing the back of his head, she entwined his hair between her fingers, tugging at it a little harder, asserting her control. “Not here,” she whispered. “Let’s go back to your apartment. I know you’re not too far from campus.” His desire weighed heavier than his surprise, and composing themselves, they headed out of the restroom, paid their bar tab, and walked the 10-minute stretch to his studio apartment.
The silence was palpable, and Sarah’s legs couldn’t seem to get her there fast enough. They were almost at his apartment when suddenly, he pulled her closer, pushed her up against the tree along the sidewalk, and stuck his tongue down her throat. His fingers teased the elastic band of her panties, as he unbuttoned her jeans. Slipping a finger inside the lacy fabric, he felt the wetness of her mound. Parting her lips, he slowly traced tiny circles on her swollen clit, flicking gently as he watched her succumb to her pleasure in the dim silver moonlight. Her breathing became short and rapid, and he could see her body tense, writhing in pleasure under his touch. Her legs began to tremble ever so slightly, and just before they could buckle under the weight of her climax, he pulled his hand away, sucked his fingers, buttoned up her jeans, and began walking the last few meters to his apartment.