C7 Hot date

Eve checked the time on her laptop. It was past noon and her sister hadn't returned from her 'hot date'. She knew her sister was alright. She felt it.

She couldn't believe her sister was gullible enough to sleep over on the first date. A date with someone who was suspicious as hell. Well, since no one listened to her, she was just going to drop it. By the way, it was her sister's love life, not hers.

She was tired of staying indoors. She hadn't gone out for a whole week now. She wanted to go out but she couldn't think of where to go.

She had an idea. She was going to visit her parents. She hadn't done that over a month. She dressed up in a black short dress, got into her red convertible and drove off.

Minutes later, she was in her parent's house. She parked the car and went in.

She went straight to the mini bar inside the house and poured herself a little glass of wine. She heard her dad's footsteps descending from the stairs as she drank.

"Hey dad" she greeted

He glared at her. "Drinking during the day?"

She winked at him. "Nice way to greet your daughter who you haven't seen in over a month"

Her dad scoffed and walked off.

She rolled her eyes. Her dad was no fun. She was going to search for her mom.

"Mum..." she called loudly as she climbed up the stairs.

She was going to enter her mom's room but she stopped in front of Lisa's room instead.

She remembered her childhood days with Lisa as she entered the room and it made her feel nostalgic.

She sat down on the bed, feeling it's softness. Nothing had been changed here.

"You've always preferred this room to yours" she heard her mom say then she raised her head to see her mom standing at the door.

"Hi, mom" she said as her mom came to sit next to her.

"It's been over a month, Eve" her mom said

"I know, that's why I came today" she said. "Apparently, some people are not so happy to see me"

"Your dad's just been stressed out because of work" her mom said

"Whatever" Eve rolled her eyes. "We don't see eye to eye"

That's how her relationship with her dad had always been. Her dad wasn't a fan of her reckless and indifferent way of life. He'd always preferred Lisa to her.

"How's Lisa?" Her mom asked

"She's fine, presently on a hot date"

"Wow" her mom said. "That's good for her"

"I don't trust the guy"

"You don't trust anyone" her mom retorted

"Well, I have legitimate concerns..."

"Leave Lisa's love life and focus on your own"

"When are you going to find a man?"

She stood up, she'd had enough. "As a matter of fact, right now!"

She wasn't exactly looking for a serious relationship, she hadn't done that for a long time and she wasn't planning on getting into one anytime soon. She just wanted a fling. She wanted to loosen up, stop obsessing with Lisa's man and get hers right?

"I'm off mom" she said

"So soon?" Her mom asked in shock. She hadn't expected Eve to take her words to heart.

"By mom" she blew her a kiss and whisked off.

She got into her car and drove to a club. It was almost sunset so she planned to party till midnight.

The club she chose was lively. They were playing a song she liked so she got into it immediately.

In a matter of minutes, a guy's arm had snaked around her. She turned to see him and she liked what she saw.

Hours passed and they were dancing. He signaled her. "I live nearby, want to get out of here?" He asked

She winked. "Thought you'd never ask"

He drove her to his house and her stomach bubbled in anticipation. At this point, she didn't care about the consequences, she was just eager to know what would happen next.

‘Come here,’ he said silkily after they'd gotten into his house.

She was about to speak But his kiss suppressed the rest of her words, though he wasn’t particularly seeking to silence her—he was simply overcome by a need to connect with her again, and as quickly as possible. He wanted her. Very badly. And judging from the hunger of her own kiss, she was feeling exactly the same way. Her fingers were rubbing frantically through his hair. He could feel the stony jut of her nipples which crowned the soft globes of her breasts. The frenetic beat of his heart, as she pressed against him. All that soft, sweet flesh beneath the deliberately casual clothes she had chosen—yet didn’t that subliminal message of independence make him want her even more?

And suddenly he wanted to behave wildly—to shrug off the weight of all the duties which had consumed him these past years. To forget the control and restraint and frustration he had imposed upon himself. To smash through the veneer of politeness which governed every move he made. He didn’t want to be civilised, and take her to the giant arena of his bed. He wanted recklessness and excitement. He wanted to do it to her here. Now. On the floor. And if the truth were known, he wasn’t sure if he could make it as far as the bed in his current state of arousal.

It feels this imperative because I’m making up for lost time, he told himself as he tumbled them down onto the Persian rug. But his hand was unsteady as he eased down the zip of her jeans and slid them off to reveal a pair of plain black panties, which were strangely sexy. Moving over the satin of her thighs, he traced his finger over the moist gusset and she quivered as he delved beneath the sensible underwear to find her hot bud.

She gasped as he began to strum her aroused flesh.

‘what?’ he demanded silkily, but her eyes had closed and he didn’t think she’d even heard him. He liked the fact that her thighs had parted and she was looking as helpless as he felt. He bent his head to her lips, his mouth devouring hers with a hunger which felt elemental as he continued to move his hand against her. Within seconds she was orgasming—moaning his name and writhing beneath him. The scent of her sex was heavy in the air as, with his free hand, he slid down his own zip. He reached for the protection which had been discreetly delivered to his suite earlier, but his fingers were shaking like a drunk’s as he lay back on the silken carpet.

And suddenly she was on her knees beside him, smoothing the condom over his erect shaft, and he felt as if he might shatter before he was even inside her. He pulled her on top, so that she was straddling him, and he groaned as she began to ride him. Her eyes were open and they met his gaze unflinchingly and for once he didn’t want to look away.

He couldn’t look away.

It had never felt like this before. As if the very act of having sex was the lifeblood on which he depended. As if his body needed to feel the heat of hers from the inside. He wanted to know every inch of her. Was it possible to want something at the same time as resenting its power over you? he wondered fleetingly as he she tipped her head back and began to moan, and that was when he let go completely.

When he had recovered his strength, he assumed the dominant position, but even that was not enough to satisfy his carnal hunger as he orgasmed for a second time.