Zero

Standing at the top of the skyscraper, you look out across the city as the piercing chill cuts into your fingers, the lights of the buildings and roads underneath, like a feather on your heart as your gut sinks with emotion, making the reality of the next few hours compulsive with the anxiety that circles your fingertips.

Your apartment stands warm, but even that can't take the trepidation away, standing with your feet apart, you finally pull yourself back to the stairwell door, past the rooftop swimming pool, your surroundings become clinical as the elegance of the rooftop becomes surrounded by white brick walls and imposing white lights.

The two flights of stairs are narrow before you get to the door for the elevator foyer, you quickly find the key card that allows you to use them, instead of the stairs of which there are thirty floors, tapping it against the pad, a green tick appears on the screen and you hear the elevator coming up the shaft as the aging mechanism audibly creeks.

The numbers on the display go down slowly, the elevator slows down as it goes from the 15th to the 14th floor, where your apartment is halfway down the corridor, the carpet and wallpaper is elegantly minimalist, walking out of the elevator as not to acknowledge the urgency of your state of mind, once entered your apartment is the place of a chaotic refuge. 

Your duvet feels cold, the senses heightened as you glance at your phone for my message, constantly giving your invitation a second thought as the unknown from five years of my absence, makes you reconsider our friendship, now that it is all so real and personal.

Your neck aching as you look up to see the dim red square light on the bedside table, a shiver down your spine as your phone beeps, that custom sound you set to play whenever I sent you a message, feeling louder than it really is, as you go to pick the phone up from beside you, on a forced autopilot.

You feel a tense urge as the phone doesn’t unlock like it should upon picking it up, the notification hiding the content of the message before you hold the phone closer, the message comes with an image, behind the steering wheel as I set off, my hand on the wheel, the sky pitch black with the silhouette, lit by street lamps of the shopping parade where we first met.

Remembering the spilt coffee as I accidentally bumped into you while in a hurry, taken away by the sheer allure of my aura that had your head in a spin for months afterwards, I bought you another coffee and we exchanged numbers, I didn’t expect anything from you until you found me on Facebook only recently.

Tentatively making your way over to the kettle to pour a hot chocolate, always calming, if a little contrived from nervous anticipation, the almost scandalous underwear you have on underneath an already elegant yet casual attire, the whole situation a desire that is torn on how to do this evening.

Sitting down to enjoy the hot chocolate, you get lost in doom scrolling, many minutes rolling by as suddenly a notification pops up that I am within five minutes distance of you, any and all emotion is wiped by a blank behaviour that takes over you as you feel the latch pull as you open the door to me.

The smell of genuine upmarket cologne takes over as you are awestruck as I’m better looking than I was years ago, my body language confident like a rockstar, my charm psychologically manhandling you into where you wanted to be, not one aspect is awkward for either of us.

We make small talk, the attraction cons you into believing I am an old friend, it flows beautifully as the time flies by as the anticipation builds, closer to midnight as the tinned cocktails mount up between us, the physical distance between us decreases as your desire builds, the alcohol a faint excuse for how you feel, I become that dream, made in your perfect image.

“Do you think it was fate?” I say in a more than tipsy state, “what do you mean?” you respond with excited curiosity, “well, I stepped back and bumped into you, absent minded obviously, when I got the news that my house purchase went through, not far away from you”.

Taken aback by the loose correlation, realising within seconds what I am implying, your mind recoils for half a second as it summons a response, “you think, we’re meant to be together?” you mutter, my facial expression seduces you, “I knew I was overdue something good” I say as I begin to struggle to put words together.

Falling deeper into an attraction you can’t get out of, no other factor of your life really registers, your mind slowly trying to make the decision to let it go or piece together this puzzle that has only really hit you until now, what you thought would be a platonic catch up with the potential for sex, now presenting itself as a life changing moment.

“I’m so into you, it’s more than love at first sight” I say, with you trying to decipher what exactly that means for a few seconds, as my way with words seduces you to the point your flower begins to awaken, the intellectual depth of my words unlocking the deepest butterflies that circle the depths of your stomach, my body language and the way the dim light falls on me has you addicted.

Involuntarily wimpering, you sit back in your chair as the feeling of the metal bars is heavier than you know, you then struggle to make eye contact as I reach over and softly place my hand on your cheek, helping you to look at me, “I can free you from the walls you’ve built around your deepest desires, the silent fears that keep you from truly letting go, let me unravel the doubts that keep you here, so you can feel what it’s like to surrender completely, to be seen, wanted and cherished in every unspoken way”.

You get up from the chair, my hands placed lightly on your hips as we make our way to the bed, you walking backward before jumping up for me to carry you, only a few steps before I playfully drop you on to the bed, your knees up in the air and then pulling back, locking my thighs against yours.

I groan in your ear, your flower lighting up with intensity as you place your hands on my shoulders, moaning with a chirp, I passionately kiss you as your hands feel my arms behind leather, placing them again on my back as I go to pull my jeans down, taking my jacket and t-shirt off.

Marvelling at my slight six pack and toned physique, you cannot contain yourself as wetness starts to feel against the fabric of your knickers, placing my hand on your thigh as my firm fingers go under your dress, my index finger going under the left side of your underwear as I go to kiss you again, mentally begging this experience to stop being so perfect.

The knickers slide down, smooth against your skin as you feel tingles all through your inner thighs, your nipples starting to strain against the inside of your bra, immaculately detailed against the fullness that has become of them.

Butterflies making you weak in the knees as your knickers go over your ankles as I throw them to the side, your flower dripping to the point of absurdity, we have to get your dress off as I almost manhandle it off of you, with your frantic help, kissing your breast as you sweat from arousal.

My penis throbs as you see it behind the fabric of my boxers, inviting you to pull them down, you quickly and greedily pull them off of me, my penis is just perfect, so much so you imagine they mould dildos from it, laying back, spreading your legs and feeling your lips part.

The tip of my penis sends waves of pleasure up your spine as it rubs against your flower lips, going in with ease as you pull your legs back and hold them up on the end of the bed, my motion begins slow to allow any physical uncertainty to sort itself out.

I come down, softly placing little kisses on your neck, the last one on each side has a little more intensity to keep you guessing where the next bit of pleasure is going to come from as I gradually speed up, with your bra then coming undone with my help, we take it off as your breasts fall gracefully.

The bed starts to strain with sounds to boot, you then enjoy the full weight of my thrusts as we reposition slightly, my torso moving athletically as you admire it, running your hands up and down my torso and my back, daring to hold on to my bottom as we make love.

We both start to warm up as the exercise gets more intense, you won’t need to worry about reaching orgasm this time, just focus on the moment and you’ll be fine.

The smell of lavender envelops your senses as you get around to noticing my cologne, hugging my shoulders and holding your head close to mine, “I’ve dreamt of you,” I whisper as it makes you ecstatic, your mind blanked by the indulgence of the sex, no space mentally to take it in, your soul drowning in my love.

“Let me hear it” I command as I get up and thrust harder and faster as the bliss of our nakedness becomes more about stealing each others ignorance to each other, in the space of minutes we will have our whole life ahead.

You feel wetness in numbers, the bedsheet underneath your buttocks is now damp, as a long slow orgasm begins to build, it doesn’t announce an end, it’s for you to ride as I begin to get close as well, welcoming in the final stretch as you can’t contain being vocal, no other man or toy has done this to you.

It happens, there’s no going back now as you tense up, your hands grabbing the sheets as you scream and I primally groan, we are both nonsensical for seconds as my legs shake and I pull out, you pulling back and rolling over as the aftershock of the biggest orgasm of your life gradually relents.

It makes sense that we lay next to each other, pouring more drinks as our bodies feel light, our conversation purely in admiration for each other as we both fall asleep, tucked under the warm blanket that had been tossed open for us this evening.