It seemed I might not have worn the right dress for the night. The slit on both sides went up to my hips, and Vera looked to be enjoying them. Whenever our bodies were centimeters apart, I’d feel her fingers grazing the skin there, just barely, and I’d suppress a shiver.
That part of my leg was one of my weak spots and having her touch me there was doing things to me. Things it wouldn’t normally do. Once again, I blamed everything I was feeling on the alcohol.
It didn’t matter that I was only barely drunk, but sober enough to consent to everything that was happening. I kept telling myself it was the drinking that was making me feel things I shouldn’t have been.
The song had gotten more intense and we never took our eyes off each other. The look in her eyes matched the one I feltin mine. I was breathing so heavily, she had to have heard it over the music. I went to the gym regularly, so I wasn’t sure why I felt like I’d run a marathon up a hill. I knew my skin felt hot because of the drinks and the dancing. But the pulsing feeling in my core? That was still a mystery to me. That feeling had been slowly building all night, and now I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t do something about it.
I was breathing heavily and felt like my heart was going to burst. She was looking at me with those damn eyes but her smile had disappeared. Her expression was nothing short of heat and desire. The way her eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes. The way she so subtly bit her bottom lip had me saying “fuck it” in my head. What was the worst thing that could happen? I’d get a night of relief and move on? It wasn’t like we’d ever see each other again. If she lived in Seattle, I would’ve run into her by now.
Before I even had time to process, we were both leaning in closer until our lips crashed together.
Good lord! It was crazy how you could go from zero to sixty-nine, all from a kiss. I didn’t know how much longer I’d last until I was dragging her to my room. I didn’t care that she wasn’t my type, a naked woman who could give me an orgasm was.
“Do you want to take this up to my room?” I whispered when she broke the kiss. I didn’t care if it sounded desperate, I needed more of that moment. More of that kiss.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was her accent. Maybe it was everything. The gates had been opened by that kiss, and nothing else was going to satisfy the ache that had been slowly building all night.
She brushed my cheek with her thumb and leaned in close. “Why don’t we go tomyroom, princesa? Let someone else take control and show you how good it can feel.”
I whimpered. That sounded good to me, so long as we got out of there, and fast. “Okay,” was all I could choke out.
She took my hand and led me out of the ballroom. When we reached the elevators and the doors closed fully, she was on me, pushing me back against the wall and kissing me with so much heat, my leg involuntarily moved to wrap around her side. She held my thigh, holding me in place, and I was getting wetter by the second. The way she kissed was filled with so much passion, it had me anticipating and eagerly awaiting the night ahead.
She let one strap of my dress fall off my shoulder before the elevator stopped and she stepped away. I hurried to fix it, but sagged in relief when the hallway was empty.
We laughed and made our way to her room, her hand never leaving mine. Did she think I was going to run away if she let go? It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was in too deep. From the moment I let her kiss me, I knew there was no turning back.
I knew, in hindsight, I could’ve put a stop to it at any point. Before she opened the door, I could’ve said something and I believed she would’ve respected it. The thing was, though, that I didn’t want to.
Maybe this was good for me. I couldn’t see myself dating someone like her long term, but maybe a night of fun was just what I needed. I needed a night of stress-relief and Vera seemed like someone who was willing to help out anyone in need.
When we got inside her room, I expected to be back against the door or the wall, but instead, she turned on the light. “Can I get you something to drink?”
I laughed, involuntarily, and quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I just didn’t expect that to be the first thing you said. I’m okay, though. Thank you.”
She looked at me with a raised brow. “What was it that you expected me to say, then?”
“Honestly? I didn’t expect any talking.”
“I may not look like it, Cara, but I am still a lady. I can be respectful, even if we may never see each other again. But I can also be disrespectful, if that’s what you want. What is it that you want from this?”
My face flushed at the promise in her words and I shrugged. “You’re in control, remember?”
She nodded, taking a step closer to me. “Yes, princesa, Iamin control, but I still need your consent. We both need to be on the same page. So tell me what you want. Do you want to continue or do you want to stop? Do you want me to make you come so hard you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow? Or do you want to sit down, and?—”
I cut her off with a kiss, no longer interested in talking. I wanted anything and everything she promised.
She pulled back, only enough to say, “Consent, princesa.”
I wasted no time nodding. “Yes. I want this.” She smiled wide and our mouths were connected once more, thank fuck.
The straps of my dress fell off my shoulders. The buttons of her shirt separated. My shoes came off. Her shirt came off. My dress hit the floor. My legs lifted off the floor as she picked me up and carried me deeper into the room.
Our lips never parted and she threw me on the bed, as if I was as light as a feather before working to take my bra off. I squealed in surprise and by the time I was able to finally catch my breath and open my eyes, I was sitting there in only a lace black thong.
“¡Ay dios mío! You are a work of art,” she whispered.
She brought her hand up to my face and kissed me again. When we parted, I finally found my voice. “Can… Can I see you?” I asked nervously. I needed to see all of her.
