“Fuck.” I shake my head and smile because I can see she doesn’t want to stop either. Pressing the emergency button will most likely get us arrested though, so we break apart and reluctantly get out.
There are two more floors to walk via the concrete staircase next to the elevator and I know her eyes are on my behind as I climb ahead of her, my short, teal dress giving her a perfect view of my panties. I like it when Blake watches me. It turns me on and if we weren’t chasing a sunset right now, I’d stop, rid myself of my dress and let her have her way with me right here on the staircase.
‘Later’, I tell myself, because I know we will have all the time in the world. We’re not even sure where we’re going to end up yet, after we’ve visited New Mexico. Key West is part of the plan, but who knows what we’ll find on our way there? Right now, the world is our oyster and I want to make love to her in each town we pass, no matter how small. I love her so wholly, so passionately that I wonder if there are other people in this world who have felt the same. Perhaps this feeling of all-encompassing obsessive desire and love is what has shaped the greatest art. If I had any talent on that front, I’d paint her a picture or write her a song but even then, it would never come close to expressing how I feel because she’s everything to me.
Up on the fortieth floor, which is a dark and noisy mechanical level, she uses my hairpin to unlock the heavy door leading to the roof. When we step out, I have to blink a couple of times, almost blinded by the most magnificent sunset that welcomes us. It’s a little scary as there’s no railing but we sit down a couple of feet from the edge and look out over the city that is glowing in orange light. It’s so pretty and for the first time, I truly appreciate the urban landscape and the majesty of the sun like never before. The buildings are illuminated by the sun sinking behind them and slithers of pink dance over the sky as they fade into the night.
“This is incredible,” I whisper, leaning into her as she puts an arm around me. I’ve forgotten all about our illegal break-in, and enjoying the view and her closeness is all I want to do in this moment. The setting is so romantic, so perfect, that I feel like my heart will burst.
“It is.” Blake places a kiss on my temple, and a shiver runs through me. I feel so much, it’s insane. “You know we can come back whenever you want, right?” she continues. “I don’t want you to feel like your life has been ripped away from you, and besides, your parents will miss you.”
“I know. I’ll call them and let them know I’m fine.” I want to tell her that she is my life, that I don’t need anything apart from her, but I think she already knows that her soul is now inextricably intertwined with mine. Blake has woken me up and this is not a dream anymore. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s the perfect goodbye,” I say instead as I turn to look at her. The last light of the day casts a dim glow over her features and instead of looking at the beautiful sunset taking place before me, my eyes are unable to leave her because she’s so attractive, it’s addictive. In that moment, I decide I have to have her, no matter what. Her body is like a magnet, luring me in with an almost crackling static.
“How long do we have?” I ask, pushing her down gently against the concrete base before lifting my skirt and crawling on top of her.
“Twenty minutes, max.” She doesn’t fight it, just looks up at me with eagerness in her gaze.
“Let me,” I say. “I want to make you feel good. She complies when I unbuckle her belt and open the button and the zipper of her jeans, before laying down on top of her. “I want you.” Her hands reach for me, but I take them and place them next to her head. “Just let me.” My voice is soft and again, she complies, as if she’s decided we’ve played enough games, or perhaps she sees no reason to object because she wants me as much as I want her. When I reach down into her jeans and feel how much she craves me, a moan slips from both our lips. In an instant, her hips jerk up, needing my touch, and I know that this is no time to tease her. My fingers skim her hard, throbbing clit, making her groan and I kiss her so fiercely I’m afraid I’ll suffocate us both. As darkness falls and the colors of the pink-tinged twilight on the horizon slowly dissipate, her moans grow louder. I regret the night now, not being able to see her face in sharp focus because I know it’s painted with need. My fingers are on her, slipping through her wet folds and circling her clit until she bucks her hips and cries my name in a crazy frenzy that echoes across the roof. It’s exhilarating, the way she gives in to me, so wholly, so completely.
“Emily,” she says again, this time in a whimper as she wraps her arms around me. “Fuck…” Aftershocks make her tremble and I watch her eyelids flutter, opening and closing in time to the rhythm of my heartbeat. When she exhales deeply, a content softness spreads across her face, and I cannot resist kissing her. The day has ended, and our new life is about to begin.