Close Encounter of the Red Kind
Unlatching the door, I’m surprised to see Red standing looking slightly flustered, pushing the door open he’s barely over the threshold until he is untying my robe, my phone drops from my hand to the ground with a dull thud. “I forgot my keys.” He says, shutting the door a hungry look in his eyes.
“What happened to showing some self-restraint?”
“To hell with that.” He says, moving closer he slides my robe off.
“I was just about to have a shower want to join me?” He doesn’t answer simply leads me to the bathroom and starts to undress, that would be a yes. I watch as he all but rips his clothes off and throws them on the floor in reckless abandon a smirk on my face. I can’t resist any longer I grab his hand and pull him closer barely a centimetre separates our naked bodies. I can smell his aftershave a spicy concoction of scents that play with my senses. I breathe in deep a little shudder of excitement runs through me his hands run down my back, sending another wave of excitement through my body.
“You smell so good.” I purr in his ear, he kisses my neck along my collarbone and back up to my mouth, parting my lips with his tongue. I can feel it slid into my mouth. My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they travel over his body, exploring every little ripple. I push him up against the bathroom wall the tiles are a bit cold, and I see him flinch, but he doesn’t seem to mind as a huge grin is emblazoned on his face. I trace the line of his mouth with my finger. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer our sweaty skin touching, waves of ecstasy rush through me at the feel of his taut muscles hard against me. Our lips lock in a passionate frenzied kiss, our hands feeling every inch of each other’s bodies. He lifts me up hands firmly grasping my buttocks I wrap my legs around his waist, lips still firmly locked together. I shudder with sheer delight as he eases in gently. His rhythm is perfect not too fast, not too slow; he knows exactly how I like it. Our bodies writhe together in sheer pleasure each movement increasing the ecstasy to fever pitch. I run my fingers through his soft red hair and can’t resist pulling his head back he grins and squeezes my cheeks I squeak with delight, he laughs. I pull his head back a little farther, his grin widens.
“I’ve missed you.” He says I see a tear trickle down his cheek, with my thumb, I wipe it away.
“I’ve missed you too.” For the first time in forever, I feel utterly and genuinely happy. Part of me foolishly wishes we could stay like this forever, that our bodies could remain intertwined; connected shut off from the rest of the world, with no complications to deal with. One afternoon of sheer pleasure will have to suffice, for now. We slide down the wall our energy almost spent a look of satisfaction on his face he cups my face in his hands and stares at me for what seems like a lifetime.
“You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so.” I can feel my cheeks redden at such a sentimental statement; he smiles at seeing me blush. I get an urge to slap him, idiot, why can he cause so much turmoil for my emotions. “You know when I was little I used to imagine one day we’d grow up and get married.” I pull back a little from him my head cocked to the side in contemplation.
“No, I did not know that.” I reply he pulls me closer, my head resting on his chest, I can hear his heart beating.
“Yes, I always imagined we’d have four children and lots of pets, maybe even live on a farm.” He says, hugging me even tighter, “Can’t imagine you living on a farm now.”
“Cow dung and Chanel doesn’t really mix.” I say smirking, he laughs and kisses the top of my head.
“Indeed, it doesn’t.”
“Honestly though it does sound like a nice fantasy.” The shower is still running, and by now, the bathroom is full of steam. “The shower.” We say in unison, we got a little sidetracked from our original mission. We rise from the floor taking him by the hand I lead him into the shower cubicle. The water is scorching hot just how I like it, picking the sponge up from the shelf I squirt a generous amount of milk and honey body wash onto it, working it into a lather I begin to rub it over his body. Smiling at him as I massage the sponge over every inch of his body, I direct him to turn around so I can wash his back. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close, my head leaning against his muscular back I don’t want to let go. He places his hands over mine, and we stand drinking each other in, absorbing every little second. He turns around and whispers, “I love you.” in my ear, looking up at him a genuine smile on his face, his warm hazel eyes, god I could get lost in those eyes, gleaming at me.
“I love you too.” Reaching up placing my lips on his, so soft and warm. I direct him to kneel so I can wash his hair he’s far too tall either that or I am too short. I squirt some apple shampoo on his head and start to massage it into a lather, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my stomach the touch of his lips against my skin is exhilarating if he’s not careful he’ll end up with shampoo in his eyes. As I finish rinsing his hair he takes the sponge and starts to wash me his hands gliding over my body in gentle but thorough movements he’s a perfectionist who has to do everything right even this; I laugh as he gently massages the sponge over my breasts a little too long, “Having fun?” He says nothing grins and keeps on massaging; I have never been able to understand men and their preoccupation with boobs. After satisfying his boob obsession, he moves on. He reaches for the shampoo; I raise an eyebrow he hands the bottle over sitting down in a sulk. He sits watching as I wash my hair a little scowl on his face. He wanted to be the one to wash it, but I have a rule that no-one touches my hair but me after the last time he tried washing my hair it ended up with so many knots in it, it took me two hours to comb them out. As I finish rinsing the shampoo from my hair I hand him the bottle of conditioner; he springs to his feet and smooths some through my hair I feel his hands slide around my waist he pulls me close and just holds me I never took him for being clingy not in all the years I’ve known him. We stand for what seems like an eternity in complete silence water running down over us. A few more blissfully silent minutes pass until I break it and say, “I’m considering selling up.” I can feel him tense I guess he wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“Selling, but why?” He asks hands still firmly around my waist.
“Recent events have made me rethink life; I think it is time for a change.”
“Do I feature in this new life of yours, does Pearse ?” He asks a bitter tone in his voice, I look up at him and get an urge to slap him, how can he ask such a stupid thing of course he does, they both do I don’t make a habit of telling men I love them, well other than him and Pearse.
“Of course you do, I’m going to start a nice little harem.” I grin at him; he can’t help but smirk. “You moron you two are the bloody reason I’m thinking about making this decision.” I rinse the conditioner from my hair and turn off the shower. Stepping out of the cubicle, I notice his clothes lying on the floor soaking wet. It was a good idea at the time, but now the lust factor has worn off we’re faced with a suit that is probably dry clean only. I gather it up and hope it can be tumble dried. Unfortunately, it cannot, Red shrugs his shoulders and says, “It was more than worth it.”