the balls move was way more difficult than she imagined. It looked so easy when people did it on TV.
“Try it this way. Use your finger there for aiming, it will be easier. And do not shove the ball. Hit it.”
He came so close when showing how to do it, and then he rose up and leaned against the table, watching her. Jenny looked into his eyes and couldn’t look away. Alex stared at her for a second, and bent forward a little to press his lips against hers, very softly.
The moment she both hoped for and feared all day lasted forever, and was still much too short. When the feeling of his lips against hers disappeared, she wanted it back.
“I am sorry, was I wrong?”
Shaking her head ever so little, Jenny mumbled, “No,” and reached up to kiss him again, more thoroughly this time. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he pulled her close, and the sensation of those strong arms around her made her legs weak. It was difficult to believe she was allowed to touch and hold him.
Alex broke free from the kiss, and ran a hand over her back. “Perhaps we should practice pool another day instead.”
The concept of having other days together was exhilarating, and she agreed wholeheartedly.
When they left the pub, big snowflakes wafted through the air, speckling their hair and clothes. The falling snow, lit up by streetlights and the moon made the night worthy of a fairytale.
*****
Except for the fairy figurine on a nightstand, the hotel room could have been unused. “Wow, you’re either extremely neat or used to hiding.”
Alex gave a light shrug, took her jacket and hung it up, and brushed the back of his fingers over her cheek. “Are you sure you want this?”
The question was tender, but strange. It seemed as if she’d always known him, always wanted him, and waited for him all her life. “Yes. Do you?”
He ran his hands over her shoulders. “I have never wanted anything this much.”
She enjoyed the sexual tension between them. It had been there all along, and his gentle touch sent sparks of electricity down her spine. She didn’t want to wait anymore; a lifetime was enough. Wrapping her arms around him, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his. When she slipped him her tongue, he pulled her close, moaning softly, and kissed her hungrily.
She ran her palms over his arms, pressed herself against him, and enjoyed his hands caressing her back, gripping her waist. They found their way in under her blouse, and Jenny pulled back just enough to give herself room to fumble with the buttons in his shirt.
His warm lips trailed over her neck, and she leaned her head back, closing her eyes and enjoying every second. Meanwhile, she marveled at the feeling of hard muscles. She hadn’t realized just how fit he was until now, when the clothes were coming off. Wanting to see more, to feel more, she brushed the shirt off his shoulders, down over his arms, and he held them down obediently, letting it fall to the floor.
Alex tugged at her blouse, and when he pulled it off, he paused for a second, running his fingers over her lace bra, touching her nipples ever so lightly, making her shiver with expectation.
She didn’t want him to have all the advantage of being forward; she wanted to show that she could too, so she tugged at his belt, smiling as she kissed him. His next move took her completely by surprise. He mumbled something in Russian, swept her off her feet and carried her to bed. Jenny squealed and laughed. She had never been carried before, and it was both exhilarating and a little frightening. She trusted him to hold her, but the floor seemed so far down. Alex looked very happy with himself and put her down on the bed.
Taking a seat on the edge, he leaned forward to kiss her. When he inched her jeans off, he also kissed his way down her body, and she tingled with anticipation and quite a bit of nervousness. It was new and forbidden, and she wanted it so much.
Kissing her belly, he