Continued from… On The Rocks (4)
Something was different that night. Victoria could not place her finger on it. She sat down on the couch next to Michael. Without talking they drank their hot chocolate. Michael put his mug on the side table.
“Do you want another?” Victoria asked when she had taken the last sip from her mug.
“Maybe later,” he smiled and pulled her closer to him.
Victoria leaned with her back against his chest. They sat like that for a while, looking out the window into the darkness where they know the sea was. Victoria held her breath when Michael’s hand moved down towards her stomach. She breathed out softly when he held his hand still. Again she inhaled sharply when his hand moved upward and cupped her breast. He held his hand still. Victoria relaxed and smiled when his thumb slowly moved over her hard nipple. She glanced back at him and noticed the lust in his eyes, the smile on his face.
“Are you okay?” William asked.
“I am,” Victoria said.
He bent his head down and for the first time they kissed each other on the lips. Their lips parted and tongues intertwined. William groaned as he tightened his grip on Victoria’s breast. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back to encourage him. His hand moved down to her crotch, cupping her sex through the fabric of the dress she was wearing. Victoria moaned. A voice deep down nagged her to stop William, but her brain could not get a clear message through for her to take action. Lust took over. She willingly allowed William to lay her down on the couch and undress her. She watched with a smile as he quickly undressed himself, revealing his muscular body to her eyes. He breathing was shallow; her sex was wet with desire. William dropped to his knees and buried his face between her full breasts. His tongue traced the outline of her hard nipples and the underside of her breast. His hands replaced his tongue while he kissed down her tummy toward her mons.
Victoria moaned once more. All the desire she had tried to suppress in the past week bubbled up and seemed to explode inside her. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her legs involuntarily spread wider to accept his kisses. His warm breath on her clitoris almost brought her to the brink of orgasm. His mouth closed around the hard button and his tongue teased her erectness. Victoria’s hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them, kneading them. Soft sounds escaped from her mouth until these sounds combined into a crescendo that sounded together with her first orgasm. William kissed his way back up Victoria’s body again. She tasted herself when he kissed her hard. Against her leg she felt the firmness of his erection. The fire of her lust was still burning high. She pushed her hips upward and at the same time she turned her head and whispered in William’s ear.
“Fuck me, please?”
They fell asleep on the couch, in each other’s arms. Victoria woke the next morning with the sun on her face. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she was in the double bed, in the main bedroom. At some time during the night William had carried her to the bed. She looked at the pillow next to her. William had not been in bed with her. The pillow was untouched. Victoria felt the disappointment creeping into her bones, and combined with that she felt insecure. Why was he not in bed with her? Was he even still in the house? She lay very still and listened, but there were no sounds coming from somewhere else in the house. Victoria flung the old-fashioned blankets back and got out of bed. She did not see the piece of paper that whirled off the bed to the floor, where it landed out of sight.
There was no sign of William. Not in the kitchen, not in the lounge where they fell asleep the night before and not outside on the patio or on the beach. Victoria grabbed her clothes that were still on the floor where they landed the night before and quickly put it on. With her hair still in a disheveled state she walked towards the stairs and first looked at the rocks where they had shared so many nice moments in the last weeks. He was not there. She glanced over to his house, but saw no evidence of any movement. Victoria walked to his house, knocked on the door and waited. No sound. She knocked again. And again. After knocking about five times, she turned away from the door and walked back to her house. She sat down on the edge of the couch. She was at loss as to what to do. Where did he go? Why did he not wake her to tell her that he was going away? Why did he not leave her a note?
To be continued… On The Rocks (6)
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