Just a Coffee
The cup of cocoa slipped from her hands to shatter on the ground below as her body reacted to his touch. She was warm all over now, body aching to be touched and yet, despite the rattled breaths that left her now, eyes dilated till none of the color could be seen, she did nothing more than cross her legs, tucking them under her knees.
Her eyes closed as she took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to get back under control. Just because he inspired desire didn’t mean he actually wanted her. She smiled as she opened her eyes again and hopped off the counter, careful not to step in the ceramic shards. “Thank you.” She murmured, grabbing a towel to dry it up before she swept.
“You.” She pointed at the dog. “Stay out till this is clean.”
He sat where he was, watching silently as she cleaned up the mess. Not that he didn’t feel the need to help - but that ‘thank you’ had spoken of a self-consciousness and nervousness in her and he didn’t wish to startle her or push her too far, too fast.
She was barely holding herself together, it seemed.
Waiting until the cocoa was mopped up and the mug shards swept into the trash, he finally slipped from his stool and approached her slowly, with his hands held out. “Where has the teasing woman from the coffee shop gone? The one that used her toes to bring me to attention and teased me with her words? I liked that woman. I wanted to see more of her.”
“She remembered her age and the fact men like you, don’t care for women like her.” Her smile was wry. “Plus, I’m exhausted. Between you draining me and a nine hour work day, and a thirteen mile run.” She yawned, cracking her jaw. “I’m no spring chicken.” She chuckled, then reached up and kissed his cheek.
“It’s also been close to ten years since I felt anything like this.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and turned to make her another cup of cocoa, putting the kettle back onto heat. A glance at her hand confirmed she was shaking, well quivering was closer to the word, though from adrenaline or from desire, she wasn’t sure which.
The ache in her core throbbed though, reminding her that she hadn’t been laid in almost ten years, or even barely played. She’d not felt the urges till she ran into Pi. Now, her body pulsed, her panties soaked, and her top and bra too tight across her chest.