“An uninhibited New Year’s Eve”
Clara felt her heart racing as she stood in front of the large mirror in her bedroom. The shimmering pink pyjamas clung to her naked body like liquid silk. She let her fingers glide over the fabric, feeling the warmth of her bare skin underneath, and a small, mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She knew the pyjamas wouldn’t last long. It was a game, and she was ready to play it – and win. The silver high heels on her feet were the finishing touch, a touch of elegance and power that she relished. Tonight would be all about her.
She was nervous, yes, but also excited – more so than at any party or date before. Because Daniel would be ringing her doorbell at any moment. He, the man who had been driving her crazy with his messages over the last few weeks. They had flirted, teased each other, and now the time had finally come. No screen, no distance, just the two of them, alone in her apartment, on this night that promised so much.
When the doorbell rang, Clara took a deep breath and pulled the belt of her pyjamas a little tighter, but left enough slack so that the fabric could fall apart at the slightest movement. She walked barefoot to the door, letting her high heels click gently on the floor before she opened it. And there he stood: Daniel. Tall, with broad shoulders and a look that immediately penetrated her. There was a sparkle in his eyes that gave her confirmation – he had been waiting for this moment as much as she had.
“Clara…” His voice was low, and she heard the slight hesitation in it as his gaze slid over her body. The pink fabric, the loosely tied top, her bare legs in the glittering heels – she had him right where she wanted him.
“Come in,” she said quietly, and there was a hint of cheekiness in her voice. As he entered, she stepped aside, letting her gaze wander over him, feeling the tension in the air grow thicker by the second.
They sat down on the sofa in the living room, the champagne had long since been poured, but Clara only took a small sip. She didn’t want to waste any time, not with him, not tonight. She slipped a strawberry out of the bowl, bit into it slowly and her tongue slid gently over her lips as she tasted the juice. Daniel watched her, almost mesmerized, his glass forgotten in his hand. “You’re really not making it easy for me, you know that?” he finally said, his voice a little rough.
Clara grinned. “Why should you have it easy?” She leaned back, pulled her legs up and let the fabric of her pyjamas slide a little higher. She enjoyed the way he literally swallowed what he saw. She had started the game and she wanted to see how long he would hold out.
It didn’t take long. Daniel put down his glass, leaned forward and placed a hand on the back of her bare knee. “I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured before kissing her. It was not a cautious kiss, not a test – it was demanding, passionate, unrestrained. Clara opened up to him, pulling him closer as she pressed herself against him and the heat between them escalated.
His hands slid over her hips, pulling the silk fabric down a little further with each movement until her bare skin shone in the flickering candlelight. Clara dropped her head back as he kissed her collarbones, then moved lower as her hands frantically unbuttoned his shirt. The fabric fell to the floor, their bodies touching, hot and hungry.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured between kisses as Clara pulled him to the floor, onto the soft carpet in front of the sofa. The world outside was forgotten – no fireworks, no chimes, just their rapid breaths merging together. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands explored every line of his body, grasped the pulsating wand and she let herself be completely absorbed by him, just as he was by her.
All restraint had disappeared, every inhibition cast aside. When the clock finally struck midnight, they lay naked and entwined on the soft carpet, the champagne forgotten, the music just a distant sound in the background. Daniel gently ran his fingers through her hair and looked at her as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen. “Happy New Year, Clara,” he said softly.
Clara pulled him closer, kissed him and whispered: “Happy New Year, Daniel. The best has only just begun.”
