Work has been excruciating of late. I feel like no matter how hard I work I never catch up and it's looking more and more like work is all I do.
Even now, I'm thinking of work, checking the time, wondering if I can skip out now and still get credit for being here.
I feel something.
I'm not sure what, but I look up and a man is staring at me from near the open doors to the pool. The lights inside are low, I could be mistaken, but I don't think I am.
I get a chill.
A shiver runs up my spine and the silliest little giggle bubbles up from somewhere inside me.
I look at my glass. Maybe it's the wine.
I giggle again.
When I look back up to see if he's still there, I sigh. He's gone.
It has been too long since I've been out. Nearly three years since I've been in a relationship. I do have longings and desires. There are nights I lay in my bed and touch myself, imagining the touch of a lover who knows my body like the back of his own hand. A man who's touch ignites me, makes me wet, insatiable.
"Would you like another?"
I jump a little, startled by his nearness.
He stands behind me, holding another glass of wine in such a way I feel wrapped in an embrace.
"I've probably had enough." I say shyly.
I turn to look at him. Up close he's even more handsome. His greying hair, blue eyes and dark skin made him extraordinarily handsome, but there is something about him personally that gets to me. He exudes wisdom and sex, he makes me feel safe. It's such a surprise.
He reaches out and takes my half empty glass and places it on a table nearby along with the new glass he brought me. He extends his arm. "Then perhaps you'd just like to find someplace more quiet and talk."
He is very forward. I wonder again how much wine I'd had. Things like this never happen to me, but something about him...
"I'd like that."
He places his hand in the small of my back and we walk into an adjacent hall. I again feel that shivery sensation as the skin of his palm presses against me.
I look over my shoulder and up, into his eyes and my heart skips a beat. Before another moment passes, he's kissing me. He's turned me into his arms and has pulled my body so close into his warmth and his mouth is softly, gently exploring mine.
I feel my heart start to breathe again as though it had been frozen by a long winter and was suddenly melting in the sweet spring warmth.
I pull away just enough to look into his eyes. Does he feel it too?
He says nothing, but I see the hunger in his eyes. He waits a long moment, a man pushes past us down the hall, yelling something about more beer.
"I don't know your name." I ask in way of attempting to gain the information.
"You only need to know that the hunger you feel, I feel as well."
He stared down into my eyes. I knew he was asking permission. I couldn't look away. I couldn't say no. My soul needed him, it was as crazy and as simple as that.
When I didn't refuse him, he pushed my back against a door to my right and it swung open, crashing into the wall behind it. He grabbed me close and kissed me again while maneuvering me inside the bedroom and closing the door behind us for privacy.
It's been so long since I've been with a man and never like this. The anonymity, the possibility of being caught, it heightens my arousal. I want him desperately and I don't even care that I don't know his name.
"I want you to call me Sir."
"What?" I'm confused.
He moves his handinto my hair and grabs a handful. The shock is not that he's done this, but that it arouses me. I feel desperate for his touch. I feel a disconnect from my higher brain functions. I look into his eyes though and I feel safe. Instinctively I say, "Yes, Sir."
There is a flare of passion in his eyes and he rewards me with the most passionate kiss of my life.
"Are you wet?" He whispers against my ear even as I feel his hand moving down my back as if he intends to check.
Shockingly, I respond. "Yes Sir."
He stops and looks at me surprised. A second later he smiles wickedly. "Good girl."
His words send a thrill through my blood and while I am still distracted, his fingers invade my body. Pushing inside me. I gasp.
"I don't play games, if you want me to stop, simply say so, but don't say it unless you mean it. Do you understand?"
I nod. Feeling in over my head, but knowing I don't want to be anywhere else.
"Your words." He states.
"Yes, I understand."
He kisses me again and pulls me into his arms. I surrender all that I am to him. I refuse to question my sanity or the moment. I am his for the next five minutes or the rest of the night whatever he wants.
He picks me up, pressing my back against the wall. He reaches beneath my dress and tears my panties from my body. He moves us to the bed and lays me on my back. He pushes my thighs apart and lays between them. I am breathless, aching for his touch.
"Do you like to have your pussy eaten?"
"I..." I never have. I'll die if I have to tell him that.
"Answer me." He draws a line from the center of my pubic hair down the one side of my pussy.
I shiver. I ache. I need. I want.
"No one ever has. So I don't know." I am mortified.
The passion flares again in his eyes. He presses my thighs further apart. I hold my breath, not sure what to expect, but he doesn't make me wait. I feel his mouth on me, his tongue pushing between my folds. I gasp, but I have no time to be shocked, it feels amazing. I start to lose myself into the sensations of his tongue, the heat of his mouth. I rise up against him. He moves his hands beneath my ass and pulls my pussy even harder against him.
He moans as his tongue slips deep inside me. I feel his finger pressing against my ass. I momentarily freeze up, but he sucks on my clit and throws me into a powerful orgasm that captures my entire mind and body in its grips. I cry out, but I want more, so much more. I want things I don't even have names for, but I know he can give me.
"Fuck me, please Sir. Fuck me." I beg.
He climbs from the bed long enough to undress. He beckons me to the edge of the bed and helps me stand. He turns me so my back rests against his chest and he grabs my throat carefully, biting my ear, running his fingers down between my legs he starts to play my clit again.
"You are so fucking wet. So hot. So ready for me."
He pushes me forward, grabs my hair at the base of my neck and shoves his cock deep inside my cunt. Hard and fast he thrusts, fingering my clit with one hand, securing my body in place by the hold he has on my hair.
We grunt, moan and gasp as he fucks me. My body shivers. I feel another orgasm coming, but from the inside. I've never come that way. I reach out and grab his hand, the one on my clit.
"Stop." I'm breathless.
"I want you to come." He growls against my ear.
"I will, Sir." I can barely speak.
My breath hitches.
He pounds his cock into me.
I'm so close... so close.
"I.. want..." I make a strange high pitched squeal sound.
His hand is on my hip, pulling me back hard every time he thrusts.
"What do you want? Tell me." He too is breathless.
"To come." I growl. So far into the arousal and the need that I don't care if I seem lady like or polite. I am feral and I don't give a damn about anything but him, our bodies, us.
He shifts our positions every so slightly so that his thrusts are shorter, faster, it's all I needed and I spill over the top my entire body contracting, my pussy grabbing his cock like a vice grip.
"Oh god yes, baby. Milk my cock, take all of it." He growls as his release spills into my body.
My orgasm rolls through me until I can't breathe. I can't stand. I can't think.
He moves us onto the bed, he lays partially atop me. Wrapping his arms tight around my body, he bites my neck and shoulder, then covers the tiny wounds with kisses. I've never felt anything like that before and it makes me want so much more.
"Rest up beautiful, we have along night ahead and I intend to fuck you right up until dawn."
My heart sighs and though I wonder how on earth I'll ever keep up, I know what he proposes is exactly what I want.
