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I stepped out of the cozy cinema, the soft glow of the lobby lights a stark contrast to the dimly lit theater I\u2019d just left. My heart was still fluttering, caught in the timeless embrace of Somewhere in Time. The haunting melody of the soundtrack lingered in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the love story that had just unfolded on the screen. I took a deep breath, the scent of popcorn and old carpet grounding me as I made my way toward the exit.<\/p>\n
The cinema was a gem, a small, independent theater that specialized in old classics. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the chaos of the modern world and lose myself in the elegance of bygone eras. Tonight, though, felt different. The movie had stirred something deeper within me, a longing I hadn\u2019t felt in years.<\/p>\n
As I approached the exit, I spotted a figure standing by the door, his silhouette backlit by the streetlights outside. My steps slowed as I recognized him. It was Barry, my computer guy. He was wiping his eyes, his hand brushing away what looked like tears. I paused, surprised. Barry wasn\u2019t the type I\u2019d pegged for a romantic. He was practical, efficient, the kind of guy who fixed my laptop with quiet competence and never stayed for small talk.<\/p>\n
\u201cBarry?\u201d I called out softly, not wanting to startle him. He turned, his eyes widening in surprise.<\/p>\n
\u201cSharon,\u201d he said, his voice hoarse. He quickly wiped his eyes again, as if trying to erase any evidence of emotion. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were into old classics.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled, feeling a strange warmth at the sight of him. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you were. This one\u2026 it gets to me every time.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, his expression softening. \u201cMe too. It\u2019s\u2026 it\u2019s something else, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer, feeling an unexpected connection. \u201cIt\u2019s my favorite. I\u2019ve never seen it with anyone else who feels the same way.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood there for a moment, the weight of shared emotion hanging between us. The theater was emptying out, but neither of us seemed eager to leave. Finally, I spoke, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWant to come over? I\u2019ve got some wine, and we could talk about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated, his gaze flicking between me and the door. \u201cI don\u2019t want to impose,\u201d he said, but there was a hopeful note in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not imposing,\u201d I assured him. \u201cIt\u2019s just wine and conversation. Unless you\u2019ve got somewhere to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. \u201cNo. No, I\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked to my place in comfortable silence, the night air cool against our skin. My apartment was just a few blocks away, a cozy space filled with books, vintage posters, and the faint scent of lavender. I unlocked the door and gestured for him to come in.<\/p>\n
\u201cMake yourself at home,\u201d I said, heading to the kitchen. \u201cRed or white?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRed,\u201d he called back, settling onto the couch.<\/p>\n
I poured two glasses, the rich aroma of the wine filling the air as I carried them into the living room. Barry was leaning back, his eyes scanning the shelves of DVDs and books.<\/p>\n
\u201cImpressive collection,\u201d he remarked, running a finger along the spines of the films.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d I said, handing him a glass. \u201cI\u2019m a bit of a cinephile. What about you? What else do you like?\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a sip, his gaze meeting mine over the rim of the glass. \u201cI\u2019m more of a classic guy. Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, The Godfather\u2026 but Somewhere in Time\u2026 there\u2019s something about it. It\u2019s like it reaches into your soul and doesn\u2019t let go.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. \u201cYes! That\u2019s exactly it. The way they love each other, so completely, so desperately\u2026 it\u2019s like they\u2019re the only two people in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the ending,\u201d he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. \u201cIt breaks me every time. The sacrifice, the love\u2026 it\u2019s too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down beside him, our shoulders brushing lightly. \u201cI know. I cry every time. But it\u2019s a good cry, you know? It\u2019s like\u2026 it purifies you.\u201d<\/p>\n
We fell into an easy rhythm, talking about our favorite movies, laughing at the absurdity of some plots, and debating the merits of different directors. The wine flowed freely, loosening our tongues and our inhibitions. But beneath the surface, there was a tension, a current of something unspoken that neither of us acknowledged.<\/p>\n
Until I broke it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know,\u201d I said, setting my glass down on the coffee table, \u201cI\u2019ve always thought your voice was so sexy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Barry froze, his eyes widening as he turned to face me. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, my cheeks flushing under his intense gaze. \u201cReally. It\u2019s deep, and it\u2019s\u2026 I don\u2019t know, it\u2019s just\u2026 captivating.\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. \u201cFunny you mention that. When I was servicing your computer, I found an audio file. It was\u2026 you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught in my throat. \u201cYou heard that?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, his face a mix of embarrassment and desire. \u201cI listened to it. A lot. I\u2026 I forwarded it to myself. Listened to it countless times. Jerked off to it, if I\u2019m being honest.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unspoken desire. My heart was pounding, my skin tingling with anticipation. I\u2019d never expected this\u2014never imagined that Barry, quiet, unassuming Barry, had been harboring such intense feelings.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve wanted to make mad, passionate love to you for so long,\u201d he confessed, his voice thick with longing.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t resist him any longer. The years of unspoken attraction, the shared love for the same movie, the raw honesty of his confession\u2014it all converged in that moment, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for far too long.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen do it,\u201d I whispered, reaching for him.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t need to be told twice. In an instant, he was on me, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of my body, pulling me closer as if he could never get close enough. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me as if I were afraid he might disappear.<\/p>\n
He broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, down my neck, his breath warm against my skin. \u201cGod, Sharon,\u201d he murmured, his voice ragged. \u201cI\u2019ve wanted this for so long.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe too,\u201d I gasped, arching into his touch. \u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pushed me back gently, his eyes devouring me as he took in the sight of me. I was wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugged my curves in all the right places, and he seemed to appreciate it, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re so beautiful,\u201d he whispered, his fingers tracing the neckline of my dress. \u201cSo fucking beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shivered at his words, my skin prickling with anticipation. \u201cTake it off,\u201d I commanded, my voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside me.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t hesitate. With deft fingers, he unzipped the back of my dress, the fabric sliding off my shoulders and pooling at my feet. I was left in nothing but my lace bra and matching panties, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on my skin.<\/p>\n
Barry\u2019s eyes darkened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. \u201cFuck,\u201d he groaned, reaching out to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. \u201cYou\u2019re perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moaned, my head falling back as his thumb brushed over my nipple, already tight and aching for his touch. \u201cTouch me,\u201d I pleaded, my voice hoarse. \u201cPlease, Barry, touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t need to be asked twice. His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, driving me wild with anticipation. He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving mine as he revealed my breasts to his hungry gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo beautiful,\u201d he murmured, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.<\/p>\n
I cried out, my hands gripping his hair as he suckled, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing. It was too much, not enough, every sensation heightened by the years of pent-up desire.<\/p>\n
\u201cBarry,\u201d I moaned, my body arching off the couch. \u201cI need you. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up, his eyes burning with need. \u201cTell me what you want,\u201d he demanded, his voice rough.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to fuck me,\u201d I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs. \u201cI want you to take me right here, right now. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up, making me yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
He growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. \u201cSay it again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck me, Barry,\u201d I whispered, my eyes locked on his. \u201cFuck me hard. Make me scream your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t waste another second. With swift, efficient movements, he shed his clothes, revealing a body that was lean and muscular, his skin flushed with desire. His cock stood proud and thick, pulsing with anticipation, and I felt my mouth water at the sight of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOn your knees,\u201d he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.<\/p>\n
I obeyed without hesitation, sinking to my knees in front of him. He was already hard, his cock throbbing in my hands as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of his skin against mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cSuck it,\u201d he growled, his hands tangling in my hair. \u201cSuck my cock, Sharon. Make me feel good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t need to be told twice. I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him as I sucked him deep. He tasted of salt and skin, and I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, yes,\u201d he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I worked my magic. \u201cYou\u2019re so good at that. So fucking good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I took him as deep as I could. He was thick, stretching my mouth, and I loved the feeling of him filling me, dominating me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough,\u201d he said abruptly, pulling me to my feet. \u201cI need to be inside you. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pushed me back onto the couch, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. I reached for him, guiding his cock to my entrance, and he thrust forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth motion.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh fuck,\u201d I gasped, my head falling back as he filled me completely. \u201cBarry, you feel so good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re so tight,\u201d he groaned, his hips snapping forward as he began to move. \u201cSo fucking tight. I\u2019ve dreamed of this, Sharon. Dreamed of being inside you, making you mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He set a relentless pace, his cock sliding in and out of me with a rhythm that was both primal and tender. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building, building, until I thought I might explode.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarder,\u201d I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. \u201cFuck me harder, Barry. I need it. I need you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He growled, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I\u2019d have bruises tomorrow. But I didn\u2019t care. I wanted it all\u2014the pain, the pleasure, the raw, unbridled passion that only he could give me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou like that, don\u2019t you?\u201d he taunted, his hips pistoning faster, harder. \u201cYou like it when I fuck you like this. When I take what\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. \u201cYes, Barry, fuck yes! Don\u2019t stop, don\u2019t ever stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t. He fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, his cock pounding into me, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. I was on the edge, teetering, my body coiled tight as I waited for the release that I knew was coming.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome for me, Sharon,\u201d he commanded, his voice hoarse. \u201cCome on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him, my body shaking as I screamed his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I was drowning in it, lost in the sensation of him filling me, claiming me, making me his.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, Sharon,\u201d he groaned, his own release crashing into him seconds later. He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself, his seed filling me up, marking me as his.<\/p>\n
We collapsed in a heap, our bodies glistening with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Barry rolled onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was\u2026\u201d I started, my voice trailing off as I searched for the right words.<\/p>\n
\u201cIncredible,\u201d he finished for me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. \u201cI\u2019ve wanted that for so long.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled, snuggling into his embrace. \u201cMe too. Me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
We lay there in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside and the steady beat of our hearts. It was perfect, this moment, this connection, this raw, unfiltered passion that had been simmering between us for years.<\/p>\n
And as I drifted off to sleep, Barry\u2019s arm wrapped securely around me, I knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something wild, something fierce, something undeniably, uncontrollably us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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