the stranger In my bed
I pulled my dress over my head. He went silent. I stood there in my underwear for a moment. Shyness crept through me. I couldn’t see him but I could feel the intensity of his gaze. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. I let it slide from my arms and fall to the floor.
The only sounds in the room were the crackle of the fireplace and the increasing speed of his breathing. I knew he could only see my bare back but I felt so exposed. I covered my breasts with my arms shyly. What was he thinking? How did he see me?
“Anna,” he called gently.
I heard the slight tremble in his voice as he spoke. I moved my arms down my sides until they reached my panties. I could feel the wetness trapped in them pressing against my hot lower lips. I slowly slid them down my thighs, as they reached my knees I let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and stood frozen in place. I was completely exposed now.
I heard him approach me. I felt a heat near my waist as if he would touch me, but it moved away.
“Anna, can I touch you?” He asked.
My body was tingling. Every nerve was calling out to him, but I resisted. This wasn’t a weekend fling. This was something I wanted to last.
“No, sir. This is enough,” I said firmly.
He sighed. “I understand. Then please, come to bed so I can look at you properly. All of you.”
I covered myself as we walked to the bed and kept doing so even as I laid down. He stripped to his underwear, a small fear ran through me until I remembered he slept this way. He laid next to me and smiled.
“Anna?” He called.
“Sir?” I said with whatever dignity I had left.
I closed my eyes and swallowed the growing lump in my throat. I hugged my body tighter. This was embarrassing, terrifying, and a bunch of other emotions I wasn’t sure of. But I wanted to do this for him.
“Mr. Weston,” I said calmly, “if I chose to stay with you after this week, then I expect to be rewarded tenfold for what I’m doing now.”
“Ms. Walton,” he said teasingly, “if you should choose to stay with me, then I swear to fulfill your every desire, no matter what it is.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. I slid my hands to my stomach and heard him gasp softly. I was terrified to open my eyes, to see his face. I peeked just a little. His eyes were glued to my body, exploring every inch. Forming a “clear and detailed” memory.
“Ms. Walton, is it alright to hold your hand?” He asked. “Just your hand, I promise to touch nothing else.”
I nodded and moved my hand closer to him. I felt him lace his fingers with mine. It was gentle, warm. Like lovers should be. I felt myself blush slightly as I thought the word “lovers.”
“Goodnight, Jack,” I whispered.
Through our connected hands, I could feel his pulse quicken. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand
“Goodnight, Anna,” he murmured. “Please, wait for me.”
I knew what he meant. How long would it be before I saw Jack Weston again? And who would I wake up to tomorrow?