In the wee small hours of the morning, Anna sat at her desk, her writing in full flow. The desk in front of her was littered with post it notes with phrases, names and key parts of the storyline scribbled on them. Earlier in the evening, she had reached the part of the tale where her male and female protagonists kissed for the first time. Caught up in the moment, the scene she initially envisaged spiralled and her “chaste kiss” became more passionate and as she wrote had evolved into something way sexier than she had first intended… but it worked, her characters were having fun, so she went with it.
Her male lead had given the female lead a ride home after her car had broken down…corny but true. In fact, her own car had broken down on the way home from work that afternoon and as she had walked the three miles home, she had dreamt of a “knight in shining armour” rocking up to give her a lift.
The tale emerging in front of her had seen her female lead invite her “knight in shining armour” in for coffee. They’d shared that first not so chaste kiss in the kitchen.
A noise from the kitchen behind her startled her back to reality. It sounded like footsteps. It also sounded like someone was making a pot of coffee, but she was home alone…
Quietly, Anna got up from her desk and tip toed across to the door which stood slightly ajar. As she peeked through the narrow gap, she caught sight of a man in her kitchen. She paused, a scream half-formed on her lips. He looked familiar. Long sun-bleached blonde hair caught back in a ponytail. Skinny black jeans. Black boots worn down at the heel. Slim fitting black V-neck tee. Tattoos visible from under the short sleeves.
She sniffed the air as a whiff of aftershave teased her sense of smell.
With a glance back at her notebook, Anna shook her head. She had to be hallucinating. The man making coffee in her kitchen matched the description of her male lead to perfection. Even the aftershave was the same scent.
Deciding that logically this couldn’t be real, she opened the door and walked through to the kitchen. At the sound of her feet on the tiled floor, he turned to smile at her. Oh, it was that dazzling smile she had written about a few hours earlier when he had stopped to rescue her female character.
“Hey,” he greeted her casually. “Where do you keep the coffee mugs?”
“Top cupboard on the left of the sink,” she heard herself reply as she took two small steps towards him.
“Black? Right?” he checked as he set two mugs down on the countertop.
“Milk and two for you?” she replied.
“Spot on.”
“I’ll get the milk,” she offered, reaching for the fridge door handle.
As she gazed into its brightly lit depths, Anna’s heart was pounding. Whatever was going on here, he was hot! That smile! Those eyes!
Lifting the carton of milk from its place on the door, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves then closed the door over. With trembling hands, she took the milk over to where he stood beside the two mugs of coffee.
“Which one’s yours?” she asked, unscrewing the lid.
“One on the right,” he replied as he spooned in some sugar.
As she stepped in to pour the milk, she felt his hand on the small of her back. Little ripples of excitement scooted up her spine at his touch. Setting the carton of milk down, she turned to face him. Their eyes met as he reached his hand out to tip her face up towards his. As their lips met, he drew her close, their kiss deepening with unspoken desire. Her hands were running up and down his back as she relished the taste of him. When she felt his hand move to caress her breast, she sighed.
“I want to make love to you, Anna,” he declared between kisses. “Right here. Right now.”
“Not here,” she whispered.
“Where then?”
“Family room,” she suggested. “Through here.”
Taking his hand, she led him into the adjacent family room. A small table lamp was still lit and offered enough light to create a more intimate atmosphere. Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her down on the couch. Straddling her, he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing the swell of her ample breasts. He ran his tongue over their curves while his fingers continued to deal with the remaining buttons. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, Anna tugged his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans before reaching up under the soft cotton, feeling his skin smooth and warm under her cool fingers.
Within moments their clothes lay discarded on the rug. Naked, they explored each other’s body with a combination of gentle caresses and soft tender kisses. Anna ran her finger over the reddish birthmark on his hip. He traced his fingertip around her areola before biting each nipple sharply. She gasped at the thrill of the bites. He slid his hand up between her thighs, his thumb instinctively finding her sensitive nub. A small groan of ecstasy escaped from her as sparks of electricity fired through her at his every touch. Reaching down, her hand found his hard length. As she wrapped her fingers around him, it was his turn to let out a small growl of pleasure. Slowly, she massaged his erection while his fingers explored her wet feminine folds.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he said, his voice warm and husky. “I need to feel you around me.”
Parting her thighs, he entered her with one confident thrust. Her hips bucked in response. Still kissing her neck, he began to stroke her slowly, languidly, teasing her towards orgasm.
“Harder,” she breather as their bodies moved together as one. “Deeper.”
“As you desire,” he said, thrusting hard and fast.
Her orgasm shattered around him a split second before his own hot creamy load filled her in a few frantic thrusts.
“Mark,” she purred as she felt herself sink back into the soft cushions of the couch.
“Sh, Anna,” he said, putting his finger to her lips. “That was…”
“Perfect,” she finished for him.
Again, she was rewarded with one of his dazzling smiles.
Gently, he eased out of her then he spooned around her, cupping her exposed breast with one hand. Stirring purring with contentment, Anna savoured the warmth of his slender muscular body around her.
She felt her eyelids grow heavy…
A sudden chill wakened her minute…hours…later.
He was gone.
Gathering her discarded clothing into her arms, Anna wandered back through the kitchen, barely noticing the two mugs of cold coffee sitting forgotten on the counter. Her mind was focused on one thing. She needed to keep writing until she wrote Mark back out of the story…
Coral McCallum 