NaNoWriMo Short Stories: Tell Me You Love Me

This one is a bit steamier than the last one...no worries, I took out the sex scene to make it safe for work. If you guys want me to put it back in...I will...tomorrow, lol.

She felt it deep in her soul. It was the silence that surrounded her that confirmed the feeling she had not been able to shake: loneliness. She thought of their time together. The thoughts swirled around her like snowflakes. How desperately she would give anything to feel him on her tongue again. And the tears welled up within her as the cold night breathed deeply over her. She did not know if she would know rest that night.

She showered hoping the hot steam would wash away the overwhelming need she possessed in her belly. The water cascading over her face like a waterfall. It would not rinse away her intentions. She towel dried her body and slathered on the lotion. She painted on her best face. Her rouge lips were pouty and inviting. Her eyes were deep and intense. She hoped she'd painted over the vehement longing she felt within her. The LBD clung to her curves and her heels clicked in syncopation with the sway of her hips. She spritzed on her favorite perfume, "Escada Moon Glow." Her long curly hair hovered around her head, a kinky halo. She was a fraudulent angel, ready for action.

She entered the bar. Her sights were set on him. Tall, dark chocolate, it seemed as though he were waiting for her. His long locs fell down his back hiding a muscular frame. He as not trying too hard. Dressed simply in a shirt and jeans. His eyes was on the glass in a pensive mysteriousness. Yes, she wanted him.

"Penny for your thoughts," she saddled up next to him looking deep into his eyes. She startled him.
"If I tell you, I'd have to kill you after," he said looking her dead in the eyes as well.
She laughed, "I'm a big girl, I think I can handle myself."

She touched his arm,, tracing her fingers along the indentations of his muscles. She did not hear what he said. It didn't much matter. She pressed her body against his. Her lips soon followed, meeting his half-way.

"Let's say we salvage some part of this day." She put her hand in his and let him lead her back to his place.

She pressed him against the wall, kissing him fervently as she ran her hands across his chest. He was built like a football player - solid. She smiled. He took off his shirt as she let her dress fall to the floor. With nothing but a thong, thigh-high stockings and heels on, she walked to the bedroom. He happily followed. His breath smelled of Hennessy and a broken heart. He tasted like chocolate and sweat.

They laid there together, catching their breath, he was still inside of her. She took off her left thigh-high and wrapped it around his neck. She clenched her thighs tightly around his waist holding him down. He thrashed against her, trying to break free until there was nothing left. His eyes were empty. She dressed quickly, taking the condom he wore with her, wiping down any surface she'd touched. The click of her heels was the only thing she could hear now. She laughed.

"One less man on the Earth," she thought as she disappeared in the moon light.