Nothing Like the First Time(10)

By: Keren Hughes

I knew who had requested this song and why. There could only be one person, and as I spotted him walking from the DJ booth, I walked in his direction.

Grey took me by the hand, led me to the middle of the dance floor, and began to dance the way we always had to this song. My back was to his chest and he had his hands on my body, roaming their way from my shoulders, down my arms, then he took my hands and placed my arms around his neck—after which he resumed his hands following a path down my body.

My heart was pounding in my chest in time to the music. I was loving the feeling of his hands on my body, stirring up the feelings inside my heart at the same time. I turned to Grey and ran my fingertips down his broad chest. He’d had time to work out since we were last together—even through my tipsy haze I could feel the muscles expand and contract as we danced. I put my hands on his hips and let the music take me.

After our dance, normal music resumed for the second time and I excused myself from dancing to get a drink.

“Hey lady, what was all that about?” Jodie asked as I ordered a cosmopolitan from Matt. Thankfully, that was one cocktail he knew the ingredients for.

“What was what about?” I asked as I took a long slow sip from my glass, deliberately avoiding the question as long as I could.

“You know full well what I mean, Carly, so don’t play dumb with me.” She pointed a finger at me accusingly.

“Oh okay, if you must know, Grey asked the DJ to play that song and we danced. End of story.”

“Not end of story.” I could see in her eyes she had sobered up somewhat since I last spoke to her. “Tell me now, he’s supposed to be engaged, so what was all that sexual tension about?”

“Well, obviously it was sexual tension,” I pointed out.

“Well, duh! Look, far be it from me to tell you what to do, but are you sure you know what you’re doing? He left you ten years ago, Carly.” And just like that I knew the playfulness of earlier was gone.

“I know.” I hiccupped. “I was just dancing with him, Jodie.”

“Well, if that’s all it was, what’s with the eyes he’s making at you now?”

“How would I know?” I asked as I turned to scan the dance floor. He was with his friends, but his eyes were still trained on me. The look in them made me feel naked, stripped bare in an instant. I turned back to Jodie and just shrugged.

“It’s your funeral,” she remarked and went back to talking to Matt.

I set my empty glass on the bar and went back to the dance floor. Grey and I made our way towards each other, and when we were a foot apart, he held out his hand, a silent question to dance with him some more. Of course I was more than happy to oblige.

We danced until the club closed at 2 a.m. After another cocktail and a couple of rounds of shots, I found myself outside with Grey. The air was cold on my skin and Grey offered me his jacket, as I had forgotten mine. Moments after sliding my arms into his coat, I was pulled roughly forward by him until I stood toe to toe with him. He leaned down, putting his arms around my waist and his lips over the top of mine.

I met his fervent kiss like it was the oxygen I needed to breathe. His lips were hot on mine and he tasted like a mixture of alcohol and peppermint. I kissed him until my lips felt numb. When I pulled away, I looked into his eyes, and what I saw there was a reflection of my own desire and need. Before I could overthink the situation, I took my iPhone out and called a cab home.

When the cab arrived, I got in and pulled Grey in with me. I told the driver my address. Now that my lips had warmed up some, I snuggled up to Grey and began to kiss him. He kissed me back with just as much passion and the journey home seemed shorter than I expected.

We stumbled up to my front door. I was desperate to get the key in the lock before sober Carly reared her ugly head.

I took off Grey’s jacket and threw it at the coat rack. I kicked off my shoes and took Grey’s hand, leading him into my bedroom. Tonight wasn’t the kind of night for lighting candles and being romantic—this was about Grey being inside me after ten years.

I pushed my bedroom door open and Grey started to unzip my dress. I batted his hands away and pulled him in front of me. I kissed him like my lips were fire and his the cooling water to douse the flames. He pushed me against the wall and I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. My dress hitched up and Grey pushed my G-string to one side—he licked his finger and rubbed my sweet spot with it, beginning slowly. He inserted just one finger—his eyes lit up as he felt how wet I was for him already—then he added a second finger. I squeezed myself around his fingers and that dazzling smile lit his face like a beacon in the dark.

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