Cat on the Fence by Tatiana Caldwell

okay?”
    “I’m not sure,” she said. “I like that you want me. I want
you too. I’m not so sure whether or not I want to want you, though.”
    He smirked. “Still on the fence about me?”
    “Yeah.”
    He put his hands in her hair, stroked it for a moment. “Can
I give you something to help you make up your mind?” He lowered his face to
hers, his eyes wide open, watching her watching him. When their lips were a
breath apart and she was still staring at him he laughed softly and she laughed
back, their breaths intermingling, the awkward humor actually making the moment
a little less tense. She pushed up on her toes to press her mouth against his
and he pressed back. A soft, testing caress of each other. Her lips were so
soft and moist, and really did taste like strawberries. He tightened his grip
on her head and kissed her a little harder, sliding his lips back and forth
against hers fully, the friction of their skin rubbing against each other’s, so
wet, so hot it was creating a fire and putting it out repeatedly. When she
finally sighed and closed her eyes, he closed his as well and gave fully in to
the kiss.
    She parted her mouth and he dove in, taking her tongue in
his. He tasted the chocolate-covered strawberries and rose champagne on her
breath, and he sucked and kissed at her as if she were his dessert. She felt so
right in his arms. Soon she was holding him by the ears, pulling his face down
lower to her, dragging the kiss deeper, much to his approval. Her hands pulled
at his neck, then pushed off his suit jacket so they were free to roam over his
back, then downward, all the way down until she was kneading his ass. He opened
his eyes briefly to look at her and glanced around them at the tiny glass room.
It felt as if they were literally floating above the city, making out amongst
the clouds.
    She unbuttoned his pants and quickly slid her small hand
down his boxers. He hadn’t been expecting that but he welcomed it. Just the
feel of her fingers against his skin made him shudder. When she took his
erection into her hand and adjusted it upward so she could fondle it he groaned
into her mouth and gripped her breasts, maneuvering one of them out of its bra
cup and up out the top of her dress. He bent down to suck the stiff, caramel
drop of a nipple while she expertly stroked his cock to its absolute max.
    A low rumble started in his throat that was so gravelly and
deep it surprised even him. What kind of noise was that? Don’t come yet,
Alex, don’t come yet!
    Damn. This woman had him strung out bad .
    Alex hitched up her dress in his fists, lifted her against
the glass and pinned her there with his pelvis between her thighs. When she
lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist and positioned her crotch right
up on his erection he groaned aloud and closed his eyes. The moist heat of her
sex burned him as he realized she’d already slid off her satin panties. Every muscle
in his body was urging him to take her right then and there but the one iota of
logic he had remaining told him that it wasn’t like him to be so anxious, and
that this was unusual. Was he drunk too? No way. He had the tolerance of a frat
boy. When he opened his eyes he was taken aback. Karabi looked blurry, like an
apparition. Was he dreaming? He looked around. Everything looked blurry
and then his eyes began to hurt as if he were looking into bright lights. But
when he blinked a few times his vision returned to normal.
    “Are you all right?” she asked.
    He chuckled. “I’m fine. You’ve got me on cloud nine, I
think.”
    They kissed again, long and hard and deep, while Alex
fumbled in his pocket for the condom he’d stashed there. When he opened his
eyes the next time, the whole world looked different. Instead of blurry or
normal, everything looked high-definition-TV crystal clear. He glanced out the
window and almost swore the buildings outside looked closer, the snowflakes
bigger.
    He looked down at Karabi. She appeared the