Honeysuckle

Tonight was eerily quiet, all that was to be heard was the occasional tree branch sweeping across the window in the wind and the sound of my own breath. It had been one of those evenings where all felt peaceful but that something was missing, I couldn’t quite place what that was ; it was a rather empty feeling that lingered. I let my head fall back onto the back of the chair, cradling the wine glass in my hands, my fingers delicately wrapped around it. My mouth emitting a heavy, fed up sigh; work had been tedious and had completely drained me today. I couldn't stop thinking about the copious amounts of emails I had to sift through on Monday, along with the brief for the company project I had to write up, all the phone calls and the board meetings I had to arrange and attend.

My scattered thoughts were soon interrupted by the vibration of my phone against the oak coffee table. I glanced at the screen from a distance.

“I miss you.” The notification read.

Miles.

Miles and I had parted ways 4 months ago and we agreed that we would move on from each other and live our own separate lives. We had been no contact for a number of months now, I only held onto his number in case he needed help taking the cat to and from the vets whilst he worked. Missy had been extremely ill recently and even though I made the call to end things I still felt a part of me had a duty to ensure Missy was okay too. After all, it was me who brought her home from the shelter that day, I remember her body all snuggled into my jumper as I walked into the kitchen and a mixture of shock but also a wave of happiness flowing across his face.

But fuck, Miles. I reached for my phone and set the glass down in place of my phone. I opened the message before staring blankly at the screen. What should I say? What is there to say? Before I could message back or even form a coherent thought in my head, another message appeared below the last.

“I miss the feeling of you next to me.”

My hands began to clam up.

“Miles we can’t do this and you know it. I’m not breaking our agreement.”

He had immediately read it.

“I don’t care, I can’t stop thinking about you Kaylee.”

“I’m not doing this right now.” I refuted.

It was him. He was what I was missing tonight. My heart knew it, my mind knew it and my body certainly knew it too. I wanted to reply with, “I miss how you make me feel and I can't stop thinking about you too.” but I didn’t.

I locked my phone and went to set it aside. It continued to vibrate from the messages he was sending.

“I remember how your skin feels against mine, how sweet you taste. Like sweet honeysuckle. The smell of that coconut conditioner you use in your hair too. You always smell so good. Fuck. Every inch of you is pure perfection and how you don’t see that will always baffle me. Kaylee you’re beautiful and I want you right now.”

That message made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a while, like a flame had been reignited somewhere deep within me. However, he was clearly drunk or delusional, or both and I wasn't going to entertain it. I left the phone and curled up on the sofa with my blanket and the cushions that surrounded me and closed my eyes; letting myself slip into a heavy slumber. I needed to sleep and forget him.

A heavy repeating thud awoke me, making my heart pound in my chest. In my disoriented state, I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and realised someone was at the door. On my way to the door I flicked on a lamp in the corner of the room, I didn't want to be blinded by the overhead light just yet. I unlatched the door and twisted the keys before grasping at the handle and pulling. To my surprise there stood a rather sodden looking Miles, the rain still beating against his back.

I chuckle to myself, still half asleep, “You weren’t joking about wanting me huh?”

“God no.” he replies shakily. He shuffles closer to me and places an icy hand against my face, each of us feeling the contrast in temperature. His thumb strokes my cheek, my eyes momentarily flutter closed. His lips met mine, his lips like nectar, sweet and soft despite being so cold. Every second we stayed like this, the more I realised how much I missed him. After all these months I kept my distance and stuck to the rules. Right now? Fuck the rules. Rules were something I wanted to set alight and watch burn for all I cared.

He broke the kiss, pulling me out of my daze almost instantly. We locked eyes, we didn’t need to exchange words because at that moment we knew how much we were craving each other. I closed the door and began to lock it, his hands already snaking around my waist. Once closed, he pushed me against it, my hands pinned above me. I look to the ground, slightly embarrassed about the effect he was having on me tonight. With his free hand he tilts my chin up so our eyes meet, he stares longingly at me. Studying me and watching how my body reacted under him, each shiver and shudder was my body submitting to him and he knew it.

Kisses being planted on my collarbone soon turned to him nipping and marking me, reminding me that only he ever made me feel this good. I tilted my neck to the side to give him access, each kiss more passionate than the last, consuming me completely in a swirl of blissful pleasure. Him touching me and toying with me like this was agony, “Please…” I softly cried out.

“What is it that you want Love?” he whispers into my ear.

“You. I want you.” I reply almost tearfully. I couldn't deny how I was feeling right now. I had been aching for him and all I wanted was for our bodies to be entangled with each other and creating the most euphoric pleasure possible.

He ushered me over to the sofa where the blankets and cushions were sprawled out from where I had fallen asleep. His lips crashed back onto mine, this time he was more frenzied, like he was hungry and couldn't get enough of me. His hands travel to my breasts, grabbing at them under the hoodie I was wearing. My nipples harden as he rubs his fingers over them, making me let out a needy whine. I ran my hand through his brown locks, pulling ever so slightly. The way he touched me made me feel like electricity was streaming through me, I felt alive. I needed him in a way I’ve never needed him before.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues to tease me, my panties already wet from enduring his torture. His bulge pushing against me through his jeans makes my clit ache in frustration. My hands slide down his chest to his belt which I unbuckle and palm his cock that’s craving my attention, earning a low groan from him.

“Use your words for me sweetness and you can have what you want.” he says as he pulls off my underwear exposing me.

“I want you to-” I began to talk before I was taken aback by his digits sliding inside me. He held them there for a second whilst pressing against my g-spot. My face clearly displayed to him how good it felt.

“Is something the matter?” he says with a smirk plastered across his face.

“You know what you're doing, you tease.”

He then began to pick up the pace and continued pushing his fingers in and out of me, my whole body already shaking. “You still haven’t done what I asked you to. Use those words of yours.”

“I’m so close”

“I know, I can tell.”

“I need you in me.” I cry on the brink of release.

“Need what in you, I want to hear you say it.”

“I need your cock Miles. Please.” I beg. And with that he slips his fingers into my mouth and makes me taste myself. He swiftly pulls both his jeans and briefs off, his erection hard and dripping with precum; I forget how big he is.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders before pushing deep into me. A broken moan escapes from my lips as he fills me, his cock twitching in me.

“Fuck you feel incredible.” he moans out.

His thrusts are gentle at first but picking up pace as he continues. Our lips find each other again and dance in sync. A carnal desire arising in us both as the moment continued: nails scratching against his arms, my toes curling, him nipping at my skin just as he did when he pushed me against the door. We were both at the edge and were close to falling together, falling and never turning back. This feeling was something we had together, no one but us had this.

“I’m close.”

“Me too.” he responds.

He slows down his thrusts. The thrusts now hard and deep, this completely sending me over the edge. I release along with a string of profanities that fall from my mouth, his load fills me shortly after. Both of us were shaking in a pure state of euphoria, my hair a mess and his face flushed. He lay next to me, I placed my head on his chest: feeling it rise and fall. His fingers playing with my hair, his touch much softer than earlier. We were just two people that had been yearning for each other and finally had gotten what they wanted.