New Year's Eve 2013

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The room was dimly lit and silver, white and purple balloons littered every square inch of the room. Waiters and waitresses were hurriedly rushing through the crowd serving various beverages. She was attending a friend’s NYE party. She wasn’t really in the mood to be there, but wanted to get out and an excuse to get dressed up. It was very rare that she dressed up, but when she did she went all out. She felt confident and even a little bit sexy in her little black dress and black Louboutin heels. As she sipped her white wine she skimmed the room and realized she had no interest in speaking with anyone. She glanced at her watch and noted that only an hour has passed by. Ugh, this is going to be a long night she thought. She grabbed another glass of wine from the tray as the waiter walked by. She scanned the room again, but this time looking for her friend. She was nowhere to be found. Instead she decided to go stand by the bar located near a large glass window overlooking the city.

As she took another sip she admired how beautiful it was outside. For miles and miles, all she could see were the lights from the city. A city she was all too familiar with and had a fond memory of.  She leaned against the window and could feel the coldness pressed up against her arm. In a daze she started to reminisce about other winter nights just miles away from the hotel where the party was located.

 Why did it always come back to him, she wondered. 

 

Even after all this time he still had that same effect on her. The thought of him made her ache and sometimes it was almost unbearable, especially since she had not been intimate with a man in years. It just was not worth the effort. The sex was usually boring and/or she had little interest in the guy to begin with. There just didn’t seem to be a point if 1.) She didn’t love him or 2.) It was not great, mind blowing sex. Oh, who was she kidding! There was even a third reason, 3.) It wasn’t HIM.

A voice interrupted her thoughts. “Hey doll, what are you doing over here?” her friend, Wendy asked.

“Hey,” she answered slightly irritated by the interruption. “I looked for you, but couldn’t find you so I thought the bar could keep me company,” Reina responded sarcastically.

“Ha, well I doubt the bar will be able to kiss you at midnight!” she joked.

“You seem to have forgotten that I haven’t been kissed at midnight, ever. So that really wouldn’t be a big disappointment.” Reina said with even more annoyance. “You know, I think I’m going to call it a night. I’m just not in the mood to socialize and I have a lot of unpacking to do. Would you mind if I cut out early?” she asked hoping her friend wouldn’t be too upset with her.

“No, not at all. I understand. This was last minute and I thank you for coming out, but I know you have a lot of stuff to do before your new job at the university. I’m proud of you. I’m even more happy that you moved back and accepted the job here as a professor. I promise you’ll do great”, Wendy encouraged. “Let me know if I can help or if you need anything, ok?”

“You know I will. And thanks for asking me out. I did enjoy the wine and seeing you again. We’ll be in touch for sure,”  Reina said as she set her glass down and gave her friend a hug goodbye.

Finally she was able to get out of there and head home. Reina adjusted her coat as she glided into the cold air and rushed to the car garage. As she started her car she noticed the time, 11:50 PM. She sat silently and was relieved to finally sit down.

My feet sure could use a massage she thought while she waited for the car to heat up a little. Ten minutes before midnight and she was driving home on New Year’s Eve.

What a party animal, she thought to herself, Could this night be any lamer?

As she sat at the red light, she glanced over and noticed her phone lit up. It was a text message and the text message was from HIM. The guy who she had had a love-hate relationship with. The guy who she could never quite get out of her mind. Or heart. She could hate and love him at the same time. They had a complicated history, yet she still thought about him often and still wondered what could have happened had she not left.

Looking somewhat surprised she quickly read the message:

“Happy New Year”

Just as she looked up, the light changed. Wow. She thought out loud. That is a first. It had been awhile since she’d heard from him and saying “Happy New Year” in a text was not his usual style. She vividly remembered a PSA he put out on Twitter about sending “holiday” text messages. He even had an auto-reply set up as a response. She rolled her eyes and laughed under her breath.

She was approaching her home when she remembered she did not have creamer or coffee for the morning, so she decided to make a quick stop at the convenience store. Thankfully there was one that was still open.

As she got back in her car, she grabbed her phone and decided to respond. She typed:

“It would be a Happy New Year if I was with you to celebrate it.”

She hesitated for a second before sending it and then quickly decided what the hell. Not like anything was going to happen.

Less than 5 minutes later she arrived in her drive way. “Home sweet home.” she whispered.  She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep.

As she was changing and getting into bed, she picked up her phone to see if he had responded. There were 2 messages. The first message said:

“Well, that can be arranged.”

And the second message said:

“Come open the damn door. It’s cold out here.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Reina said out loud. She re-read the second message:

“Come open the damn door. It’s cold out here.”

Noooo, she thought. He can not be. She quietly walked down the hallway to the front door. The street light was enough that she could still see outside. Sure enough, he was standing there and in his hand was a bottle of wine. Is this really happening she wondered?

“OMG, what are you doing here? How?” Reina asked shocked.

“Are you just going to interrogate me or are you going to invite me in?” he asked.

All she was wearing was a t-shirt and the cold air was making her even colder with the door open.

“Yea, yea, come in!”  Reina closed the door behind him. “Will you tell me now what you’re doing here?”

“Hi, to you too,” he said sarcastically. “After all this time that’s how you greet me?”

“Well, this IS awkward, no?” she said doubting herself.  It was, wasn’t it, she thought.                 

He started to walk right to the kitchen as if he knew where it was. Grabbed two plastic cups on the counter and poured wine in both.  As he poured the wine, he stared at her and said, “If I tell you, will you shut the hell up and act like you’re excited to see me.”

He was always so damn bossy. And just like that, all the emotion came flooding back. It was like no time had passed.

“Hell, I thought I looked excited!” she answered as she grabbed the cup of wine.

“I saw you tonight, you know.  You were at the same hotel where I was. I was at a work party”, he started to say. “You looked or should I say, look just as good as I remember, if not better. Then I saw you at the store so I thought I’d surprise you.”  He was now standing in front her.

“And you decided to follow me home?” she questioned. “Isn’t that kind of stalker-ish? You’re lucky I didn’t have my gun with me or a husband or, or a dog here to protect me.”

He started to move closer to her.

“Or what?” he asked as he held the cup in one hand while running his fingers up and down her thigh.

She was now backed into the counter. Trying to look away she replied, “Nothing. Just wasn’t expecting to see you.”   

“So, are you happy to see me?” he asked while leaning into her more and raising her chin until their eyes met.

“You know I’m glad to see you. Just surprised, that’s all. Are we going to just stand in the kitchen in the dark or what?” she questioned nervously.

He just stood there staring into her eyes like he was reading her. She felt him brush up against her. Before he answered he took a sip of wine.

Laughing softly he whispered, “Do you have a better idea?”

Just as soon as he said it her gut started to fill with anxiety, urgency and desire. She looked at his lips, his eyes, and his face. She wanted to memorize every flaw, every angle. She softly ran the back of her hand against his cheek, which she could tell was not shaved today. Oh, how much she had missed him. He looked so damn handsome. His black tie from his tux was untied and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. Her mouth felt dry.  She swallowed hard and could only feel his chest moving up against her with each breath. She closed her eyes and took in the faint scent of his cologne, his scent. He brushed up against her hair, her face. For just that second, she felt like she was in a dream but quickly realized this was real.

She wanted to kiss him so bad, but she resisted. He must’ve read her mind because he leaned in making an attempt to, but she turned away.

Instead she leaned to one side and whispered, “I want you to taste me first. Then you can kiss me.”

He let out a hard, loud sigh.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His hands quickly discovered she really was only in a t-shirt. He could feel the heat coming from her body. The heat coming from between her legs. He slowly made his way around her body, tracing every curve. He loved the feel of her skin. The softness of her body.  He teased her as she arched her back and pressed up against him. She started to moan ever so softly. He lifted her leg just enough so that it was propped on his hip. She could not resist anymore and wanted him to touch her and feel how wet she was. She placed her hand on his and moved his hand exactly where she wanted it. She was so wet that he easily slid his fingers in and out ever so slowly. She clenched her teeth and stared into his eyes. The eye contact was intense and nothing like she had experienced with anyone. Ever.

“Damn, you are so fucking wet,” he confessed.

“That’s all you baby,” she said as she moved with the rhythm of his hand.  “I’ve wanted this for so long. Her body was begging for more and she let out a soft sigh. She quietly demanded, “Taste me, now.”

As he got on his knees, he carefully placed her already propped leg onto his shoulder. He slowly leaned in and brushed the inside of her thigh. Little by little, he moved in closer and closer. She could feel his lips, his tongue slowly penetrate her. Shit! she thought. He felt so good that she could barely keep her balance. She placed her hands on his head and she could feel his hands on her ass as she started to grind on his mouth. His lips. His tongue. Without realizing it, her other leg was on his other shoulder and she was propped against the counter. All of his mouth was on her. His tongue pleasured her exactly how she always imagined it.

Slowly he moved her upwards so that she was lying on her back on the counter behind her. With her legs wrapped around his waist she pulled him in with her hands. She could smell her scent all over him. His eyes were penetrating right through her. Placing both hands on his face, she pulled up to him and gently bit his lower lip. She continued to slowly lick and kiss his upper lip. He was weak and she could feel him falling into her. It was as if he couldn’t believe it himself. She took one last look at him and pressed her lips against his. She kissed him with such force. Her tongue explored every inch of his mouth. She could taste herself on his lips. She wanted his lips on her. She wanted her lips all over him. But mostly she wanted him inside of her.

“Take me to the bedroom,” she requested.

He pulled her up and carried her to the bedroom. The moonlight from outside was just enough to help lead the way. He set her on the bed and without hesitation, she began to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants. She took the zipper in her mouth and pulled the zipper down without delay. As his pants fell to the floor she realized that he too was commando. That made her even more excited than she already was. Just as quickly as she stood up, he took off her t-shirt and she continued to undress him by unbuttoning his shirt. As his shirt fell to the ground, she admired his silhouette in the moon light. He let her kiss every inch of his body.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded, almost begged.

She laid herself down and pulled him on top of her. She spread her legs open as he positioned himself on top of her. Their bodies went together like they were made for one another. His hands could not help but trace every part of her body. She felt his hands on her breasts. Her ass. Her thighs.  It was so intense, it was almost animalistic. He pulled her hair and she moaned as if she wanted him to do it again and again. She dug her nails into his back with force. But even with the forcefulness, it was the kindest, sweetest love making she or he had ever experienced. He continued to tease her and had yet to fully penetrate her. He was torturing himself because of how good she felt already. She finally could not stand it any longer and took his cock into her hand. As she wrapped her fingers around him, she gasped at how hard he was. His dick was almost too much for her to handle.  She slowly moved her hand up and down his cock while kissing him. She positioned herself so that she’d welcome him with ease. She wanted it slow so that she could feel every inch of him as he entered her. She trembled as he continued to move into her further and further. She felt as if he was opening her up and the thickness and warmth was ecstasy. She tightened her legs around him as he continued to thrust in and out of her. She grabbed his ass and could feel him moving into her. He was hungry for her. He wanted to make love to her like he had always envisioned. Her breasts were soft. Her nipples hard. Her wetness was almost too much for him. She moaned and breathed liked she was finally being satisfied.

She was not ready for him to cum yet. She did not want it to be finished. She wanted him to have his way with her. She wanted him to take advantage of her and feel her from the inside from every possible angle. Their bodies intertwined with each other until he couldn’t hold it in one more second. She was so hungry for him she wanted to taste him like he had tasted her.

Without uncertainty, she asked, “Can you cum twice for me?”

Not realizing what she asked, he moaned, “Fuck. Yes.”

“Baby, I want you to cum in my mouth first,” she demanded.

Before he could respond he was already inside her mouth. She had him fully engulfed. She was looking up at him and making eye contact as she continued to please him. He felt so good inside her mouth. His mind was about to explode. He almost lost control of his own body responses. Her eyes said it all and without hesitation he released into her mouth. She took him all in until he was done. She swallowed and could taste every bit of him. After he was done she continued to hold his dick in her hand and gently licked the tip. She licked up and down his cock as if her life depended on it. She had thought about this moment and swore he was the only one she had consider doing it for just because she knew he would enjoy it so much.

Without a word, she moved up and kissed him passionately on the lips. The thought of him tasting himself and what he tasted like excited her even more.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she exclaimed. She continued to kiss him forcefully. It did not take long before he was ready again. His cock hardened just as quickly as it had the first time.

“Now this time, baby, I want you to cum inside me,” she requested.  She positioned herself on top. However, he was so worked up that he had a different position in mind.

“I want it from behind,” he pleaded. 

She moved slowly at first and with each thrust, he felt larger and larger. His hands were on her waist helping her to move with the pace. He was so into it he started pulling her hair again. The sensitivity of it all made their senses even more heightened. He started to pick up the pace and moved quicker and faster.

“DAMN BABY….I’m about to cum again……,” he moaned while simultaneously screaming her name. “FUCK…….REINA!!!”

She silently laughed under her breath and felt somewhat pleased with herself. She managed to lie down on the bed.

“What did you do to me?”  he asked as he collapsed next to her on the bed.

“I didn’t do anything to you,” she answered softly. “I think we did it to each other”.