Intoxicated continued
The exhaled cloud broke the contact, obscuring the clarity as she extinguished the flame. Her breath held the sweetness of alcohol. I inhaled deeply myself, drinking the scents she carried. She smoked for a long time, long deep draws and sighed exhalations. Pointedly she ignored me, giving only her profile and that shifting calf, taking as hers the position of the intruded upon.
She broke after a time. Like they all do. They pretend to hold out in some fashion or another, but once around to my corner they break. It was only a glance, a lidded glance obscured heavily by the smoke curling off the ember of her comfort. But it was there, and in it was the indelible look of acceptance. Burning below that was the naked need and the consuming desperation. It was a look I'd seen a hundred times. They all meant the same thing. They all came to me for it.
I got up and walked away. Startled she watched the smoke eddy and dance in my absence. She soon followed, the raw need evident in her haste. I listened to the clacking of her heels on the floor, the unnatural rhythm jarring with the low thrum of the music. I passed several corners, the occupants always turned away in the feeble attempt to pretend they would never visit my corner. I just walked and listened to the hasty clacking that followed me.
Parting the beaded curtain she ducked under my arm and took the lead, asserting the inevitable. I watched. Watched the play of emotion over her face and through her eyes. She wrung her hands, uncertain of herself and how to proceed. Scared that her offerings would be looked upon with scorn and distaste like a fine wine aged too long and stored in a moldy basement.
Those were my wines, my finest wines those were. Tinged and tainted, dirty and forgotten wines, wines that burned drunk down and intoxicated like no other. Those were wines I'd never tire of and this was a vintage I could nary pass on. I placed my hand on her hip and the coiled uncertainty was released in a violent shudder as she melted into me, clinging to my shoulders. The sensual curve of her neck called and I lowered my face into it, drowning myself in her scent. Her arms clutched around my neck, pulling tighter and pressing harder against me. Her stocking clad thigh rubbed against me and the desirous animal was unleashed. I coveted it, I coveted it all and I let her know it. Tearing at her clothes I went right for the flesh, the bone and marrow of it all, cupping and sliding through the warmth and subtle curves. I was in a delirium, drunk, out of control. She succumbed to me, willingly to my desires and soon I had her down, thrusting madly against her. She was in an artifical frenzy, not yet lost to herself, and as we copulated madly I could see that reserve, that tiny holdback within.
I put my arms around her neck, thrusting and squeezing. Watching her eyes widen with fear and excitement. They fed on each other, the fear and excitement and soon her frenzy was real as she writhed and twisted in my grip. I watched, once again boring into her eyes. I could see the tiny vessels bursting into hundreds of little orgasms, dark rivulets of pleasure coursing through her viscera. Eyes wide she was no longer staring at me but through me, into something only she would ever understand.