The hallway's carpet muffled every sound, and as Curtis led Leanne toward the door, the silence was so profound that she could hear her heartbeat.
Once inside, Leanne bent down to take off her shoes, but Curtis knelt before her, gently lifting her leg to slip off her high heels.
Leanne leaned against the wall as he removed her shoes, her bare feet touching the cool floor.
Curtis placed her purse on a table, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and poured her a glass of water.
Leanne felt like a lamb who had walked into a lion's den, not understanding why the lion had suddenly decided to nap.
She obediently took a few sips, and Curtis took the glass from her, finishing the rest before washing his hands leisurely.
Then, he lifted her and put her on the dining table draped with a white tablecloth. As Leanne looked up, his kiss descended.
Slow and deliberate, like savoring a slice of cherry pie, his kisses were gentle and thorough, his fingers softly caressing her. Leanne's guard slowly melted away in this indulgent warmth. The clasp at the back of her neck came undone. Curtis supported her back, his breath hot as it moved down her neck. Below her delicate collarbone, her breasts were beautiful, not too small or too large, just perfectly plump like ripe peaches.
He savored the creamy whiteness of her skin, and Leanne involuntarily tilted her head back, her toes curling tightly. She clutched at Curtis' shirt collar, the light in the dining room too bright, causing tears to well up in her eyes.
She pushed at Curtis' shoulder. "Let's go to the bed."
Playing coy, Curtis asked, "And what shall we do there?"
"Unlock the chain," Leanne replied.
Curtis chuckled softly, lifting her in his arms and heading to the master bedroom. Her fairy-like gown had slipped off when he laid her on the bed.
The crystal chain on her leg shimmered under the light against her creamy skin.
Leanne reached to untie it, struggling with the knot. Curtis' warm hands covered hers, his kisses falling softly, inch by inch.
While pulling her close and pressing against her, he didn't help her remove the chain.
Curtis' breathing grew heavier, holding the soft, compliant form in his arms, his heart filling with a warmth it hadn't felt in three years.
A surge of love boiled in his veins, like a tide breaking through a dam, overwhelmingly taking over him.
Leanne was all invaded by his intense, fiery presence, her body heating up and trembling uncontrollably. She bit her lip hard, her throat releasing a sweet, strained whimper.
It felt like being wrapped in clouds or floating on an undulating sea, a little sailboat tossed high by the waves with no landing in sight, clinging desperately to the only driftwood. Curtis' fingers coaxed her bitten lip apart, his voice husky and seductive. "Baby, open your eyes. Look at me."
Leanne opened her misty eyes, seeing the swirling tide of love and passion in his gaze.
She was swept into that tide, helplessly calling his name. "Curtis..."
His heart melted with her sweet voice, his fingers threading through her damp hair, his forehead pressed against hers, unable to resist kissing her deeply. "Such a good girl...” The night was as tranquil as a calm lake, with a crescent moon in the sky echoing the warm orange light from the top floor apartment.
As the night deepened, that light still shone, the crystal chain moving from Leanne's leg to her wrist.
Her hands were tied together, her breathing uneven and chaotic. Curtis' large hand guided her waist as they rode the high waves of the night, sinking lucidly. Eventually, the tide receded.
Leanne had lost all sense of time, her arms and legs limp with exhaustion. Curtis carried her to the bathroom.
She glanced back at the messy bed, her face burning. "The sheets..."
"I'll have someone change them later."
Her spine stiffened instantly. "I'll do it myself."
Curtis looked down, seeing the embarrassment on her face, and moved to change them himself.
A smile played around his eyes as he held her steady, murmuring. "I'll change them, okay?"
Leanne finally relaxed.
After the bath, Curtis patiently dried her off, blow-dried her hair, and carried her back to the freshly made bed.
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