The One I Love*

I boarded the uptown local. It was late and I had every intention of going straight home. I had worked all day and just finished my after-work workout.
I usually ride the train in the middle; I know where to stand to get the specific door I want.
The interesting thing about riding the subway during rush hour is you start to recognize fellow riders. For instance, more often than not, there would be this man. Six feet tall, short cut, kinda graying at the temples, light green eyes. I could go on. I've seen him a few times. Okay, more than a few. I think he's noticed me once or twice. Always gets off the train before me, occasionally looks back. I've yet to muster up the nerve to say anything to him. But today. Today, I was feeling particularly brave.
He was standing by the doors on one side of the train. I was standing almost directly in front of him. Neither of us were wearing headphones nor were we otherwise distracted. Just aware of the people on the train.
At one stop, a crowd boarded the train. Inevitably I was pushed closer and more in front of this handsome stranger. My petite size made it easy to fit comfortably in the crowd, even if it left me with nothing to hold on to.
I looked around in vain, looked at my guy, shrugged, and smiled. He pursed his lips and nodded slowly, a smile given away by his eyes.
It was now or never, I thought to myself. I felt my nerve slipping away.
"Ninety-sixth, right? I see you occasionally on my way home. You always get off at 96th street. Hi, I'm Leslie."
I held out my hand, and my breath, silently berating myself for possibly sounding slightly stalkerish.
He blushed a bit, laughed a little, and, with a smile, took my hand.
"Hi, I'm Steven."
His smile made me weak in the knees, and on top of that the train turned suddenly. With nothing to grab, I fell. And landed right on Steven's chest.
I felt his heart beating and his body heat radiating. I let my hand linger on his chest while I "smoothed out" his clothing, fiddling with his buttons and tugging at his tie.
"So sorry about that," I said. I looked up at him, "I wont let it happen again."
He looked down at me with a clear hunger in his eyes, "It's quite alright. Are you okay?" he grabbed both my hands.
"Oh, me? Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. So, uhm, 96th street, right? I guess I best get off you now. Your stop is next."
"Why don't you get off with me?" His eyes locked with mine and smoldered.
The train lurched again and I, once again, lost my balance. This time, however, he caught me with one arm around my waist and, still holding my hands, pulled me closer to him.
The train doors opposite to us opened. We had arrived at our destination, 96th street.
"Well? Moment of truth." He had a sly smirk playing on his lips.
I turned and led him out the train. "Isn't this your stop?"

His apartment was cozy. It had a comforting atmosphere without even trying. It was small, a studio, but not cramped. He led me inside first.
"Make yourse--"
I didn't him finish. After he locked the door and turned to me I grabbed him in an intense lip lock. He was startled, but relaxed after a few seconds, returning my kiss with extra passion.
"I've wanted to do that every time I saw you," I whispered as he nibbled on my neck.
"Why didn't you," he queried.
I bit his ear and took his lobe into my mouth. "Does it matter? I'm doing it now." I milked the loose flesh with my tongue, pulling it taut and releasing it in turn.
He let out a guttural moan and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. I kissed and nibbled his jawline and ran my fingers through his hair. The rough texture of his five-o'clock shadow on my lips further exciting me.
"Do you know what the good thing about living in a studio apartment is?" He asked.
"No, what," I replied as I unbuttoned his shirt.
"When you get home after a long, hard day, and all you want to do is fall into bed," he cupped my butt in his hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued, "you don't have far to walk from the door."
He carried me to the bed, and, sure enough, it wasn't far at all; 10 feet, at the most.
He set me down on the edge of the bed, stepped back, and just looked.
"Something the matter," I asked.
"No. Nothing. I just can't believe my luck. It's not everyday I come home with a beautiful woman. In fact, I've never come home with anybody."
I leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows. "Well, you came home with me. And, I must say, that does take an incredible amount of luck." I hooked one leg around his waist and pulled him down to the bed with me, "now come here and enjoy your luck."
Without missing a beat he resumed kissing me with such intensity and passion it took my breath away.
I took his shirt off and felt his muscular arms ripple beneath my touch. His hands went underneath my shirt and unclasped my bra while I kissed and nipped at his shoulders. In a smooth moment, both my shirt and bra were on the floor, his bare chest pressed up against mine, our intense body heat searing each other's flesh.
I slid my hands down his arms to his chest, grazing my fingertips to his waist, finally arriving at the front of his pants, unbuttoning his button and unzipping his fly. With one hand he did the same on me and simultaneously our pants were off, his excited self silently begging entrance.
He placed a hand on my thigh and with his thumb he gently rubbed me and probed between my lips. I grabbed his ass with one hand and his piece with my other, softly stroking and stoking it.
After a few brief moments of passionate kissing and playful touching I could no longer take the teasing. I broke our kiss and took his ear in my mouth.
"I want you. In me," I whispered in his ear, "Now." And guided him between my lips, and, using my hand on his backside and now his hip, pressing him in deeper and closer to me.
I don't know which was more enjoyable for me; having him in me, or having him so close to me. It was probably just having him at all.
With each of his thrusts I tilted my hips higher and higher so he could fill me deeper and deeper.
When we peaked, I pulled him closer with a leg around his waist and a hand under his firm cheek. I pressed my breasts against his chest and with my other hand, also on his chest, played with one of his nipples, gently rolling it between my fingertips. I brought my mouth up to his ear and ran my tongue along the cuff, sighing with pleasure that only he could hear.
He released a deep, guttural moan and drove himself into me. His hands were around my hips, pulling me further on to him.
I firmly pinched his nipple and rubbed, took his earlobe into my mouth and pressed it to my teeth with my tongue, licking it and biting it at the same time. He mouthed my neck; biting, licking, sucking.
After many sharp, short, piercing quick thrusts, I felt his physical release.
His hands slid up to my face and he guided my mouth to his. We kissed once again, for a very long moment; softly, gently, intimately.
He laid back on the bed and I creeped up to him, placing my hand on his chest and listening to his heart beat. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"Thank God it's Friday," I giggled.
He took me into his arms in a caring embrace.
I kissed his chest, over his heart, and with one last sigh, fell fast asleep.

*[Note About the Title: It's from a song's title -- R.E.M. - The One I Love -- and is not supposed to imply any feelings either character is feeling. That's my official response.]