July 12, 1998, 9:15 PM
Click.
The sharp sound of the lock clicking echoed in the silence of the bedroom. Eddie didn't turn around right away. He stood for a moment staring at the solid wood door, as if sealing the outside world out of this private sanctuary. His heart hammered against his ribs, a dull, powerful rhythm he could feel pulsing in his temples.
When he turned, Alex was already beside the bed. She wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on an indefinite point on the opposite wall, while her fingers, slow, methodical, moved over the buttons of her white jacket. One by one, the fabric opened, revealing the silk blouse underneath. Her composure was an armor, but each unfastened button was a crack opening up.
A sharp smile formed on Eddie's lips. He approached without a sound, his steps muffled by the Persian rug. He came up behind her, wrapping her in an embrace that was also a vise. His arms tightened around her slender waist, pressing her body against his back. He felt Alex's muscles stiffen for a moment, before yielding with an imperceptible sigh.
"You're so beautiful…" he whispered in her ear, his voice a hot, hoarse breath. His breath tickled the skin of her neck.
A shiver ran down her spine. Her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, the only concession to passion her porcelain face allowed. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
"Shut up…" she murmured, her voice almost a stammer. An order devoid of authority.
Eddie's smile widened. With his right hand, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her face toward him. He studied every line of her face, every detail, before crushing his mouth against hers.
"Mmhhh!"
The kiss began as a taste, a soft, almost hesitant contact. But it was only for a moment. It soon became famished, violent. Eddie's tongue forced her lips apart, invading her mouth with a dominance that left her breathless. Their tongues clashed, entwined, a wet, desperate struggle. The taste of her was intoxicating, a mixture of expensive wine and the coldness that defined her.
Their breaths became ragged, broken. Eddie pushed her backward until her back slammed against the cold wall. His cock, already hard as an iron bar, pressed against her belly through the layers of fabric. He lifted one of her legs, forcing her to lock it around his hip. Alex responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, her firm breasts crushed against the hard wall of his pecs.
After what seemed like an eternity, they separated. A thin thread of saliva still connected them. Alex's face was a mask of barely controlled lust, her cheeks on fire, her eyes half-closed.
"Your kiss… is always so fucking intense," she panted, praise that sounded like a surrender.
"It's because you drive me crazy," Eddie replied, his voice guttural.
Without giving her time to reply, he lifted her bodily and threw her onto the bed. The mattress sagged under her body. The now-open jacket and blouse revealed a black lace bra that barely contained the fullness of her breasts. Her turgid nipples pressed against the delicate fabric. The fire in Eddie's veins blazed.
He crawled on top of her, a predator looming over his prey. His lips descended to her neck, sucking, nibbling the pale skin.
"Uhmmm~" A choked moan escaped her lips.
His mouth continued downward, past her collarbone, to the edge of her bra. With one hand, he pushed it aside, freeing a breast. It was perfect: white, round, with a pink areola and a nipple erect like a small ruby.
"Look what a slut you are," he whispered, before taking the nipple between his lips.
He sucked it hard, his tongue lashing it, his teeth nibbling it gently. The wet sound of his mouth filled the silence of the room.
"Ah… ummhhh~" Alex's moans grew louder, uncontrolled.
Her fingers tangled in Eddie's hair, pulling slightly. Her nails scratched the nape of his neck. With his other hand, he began to massage her other breast, pinching the nipple through the lace.
"Fuck… you're so sensitive here," he teased, his lewd smile imprinted on the moist skin of her chest.
"S-stop…" she protested weakly, but her pelvis instinctively arched towards him, a betrayal by her own body.
Eddie continued to torture her, alternating between her breasts, switching from his mouth to his fingers, pushing her ever closer to the edge. Alex's body was a taut bow, trembling with pleasure and anticipation. Her legs thrashed restlessly on the mattress.
"E-Eddie… I'm about to… holy fuck… I'm going to come!" she screamed, her mask of control shattered to pieces.
A few seconds later, a sharp cry tore from her throat. Her muscles contracted violently. Her legs clenched shut, her hands gripping Eddie's hair tightly. A hot, thick gush soaked her white pants, leaving a dark stain on the expensive fabric.
"Ah… ah… ah…" Alex fell back onto the bed, panting, her chest rising and falling convulsively.
Eddie lifted his head, his lips wet, his eyes shining with triumph. He looked at her, so vulnerable, so undone. He leaned down over her again, his warm breath on her ear.
"This," he murmured, "was just the beginning."