Adeline
The heated passion from few nights ago still has me spun. I swear I have never craved someone so much. The feeling was as intensifying as it was brutal.
But I'd chew on my clothes if I ever admit how much I'd wished he asked me over. Disdain crawls up in my eyes as I squeeze the plane paper beneath my fist. It was useless anyway. My eyes roll at the thought of never meeting this man again. But a smile escapes my lips when I remember how he asked my name. No one had ever called my name the way he did. Such charisma… such longing.
Urgh! I stand up abruptly, pushing away the thoughts of him once again. "If this is a battle best believe I never loose. Especially to something this trivial." I muttered. Walking out of my study room.
My phone rings and I drop the call a few minutes after. A sense of pride and swells within me as I get the congratulatory news. My art piece "Ateria Falls" was chosen as the debut center piece for Global arts museum exhibition holding a few months from now. "Not much of a surprise seeing that my talent speaks for itself". I blurted.
I walk towards my pantry and pour myself a glass of wine. Raise my glass up for a toast to an invisible person, then empty the glass in one gulp. The rare view from my window draws my attention as I find myself soaking in the cold breeze brushing against my hair.
Time becomes of essence when it comes to my priorities. What can I say? My life's an endowed poetry even shake sphere's unable to contend. The life of a supreme genius comes with a few ick's. We know that.
My mind is soon drifted from my philosophies when I hear a knock from the door. "Who'd that be this time?" It wasn't uncommon for me to be trolled by sulking exes or obsessed psychos doing their best at hovering.
Psst! How come they never understand their petty displays of affection doesn't hold a drop of water? Forcing my fragile heart to go through such extreme measures to cut them off.
Trust me, it's better kept a secret.
I open the front door and a mix of amusement and sarcasm flashes through my face. "Been a while …Adeline." That beautiful stare jut as I remembered. Adrian smiles, His hand resting his pockets while I take a quick second to scan through his body in loosely fitted shirt. And matching black trousers. Capturing his desirable angles. Yet he wore comfy shoes, as if heading home from a quick stroll. He walks into my apartment like he practically lives in it, earning a grin from me.
"To what do I owe the surprise Adrian?" He pours himself a drink and raises a glass with a sweet Smile. Ignoring my question. "Congratulations on your masterpiece…" I frown. "This couldn't be sent through a text?". Figuring as a top art curator himself, he probably got firsthand information on what happens around the artistry. He grins. "We can't sip wine through texts". My eyes roll at this constant bickering while he continues to deflect.
Finally, my patience runs out. "Adrian…" I mumble and he gets the message. He starts my placing the wine glass on the table, loosen his wristwatch as if going through a step-by-step manual on serving a cuisine.
Instead that I am the cuisine.
He reaches out to touch my hair, the back of his palms gently brushes against my cheek and a hot sensation finds it way between my legs. But I act unbothered. My cold stare hiding my uncanny thoughts towards his sketchy gesture.
"You missed this too… Adele". He whispers into my ears. Flushing my body with electrifying pulses.
He was right that I wanted to be touched. Heck! I wanted to be fucked brutally. Get my sanity driven away by deep thrusts and true redemption. I struggle to contain my muffled screams as he fucks me over the counter. Slapping his hardened length hungrily into me as I plant my hands deep into his hair. Begging for air yet intoxicated in its toxic pleasure.
A teardrop runs drown my cheek as my orgasm climbs it peak. His hands cover my mouth as I scream out in ecstasy. My vision blurs repeatedly as pleasure drowns my brain cells and it soon clears as an image appears before my half-conscious state.
Xavier.