He won again. Not surprising, because I could barely keep my mind on the cards, or my eyes off the front of his pants.Not only that, I didn’t fold – so I lost twice over.By now, I didn’t mind at all.He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his abs and chest. In the shadows cast by the candlelight, they looked like they could have been carved out of oak. I could also see the beginning of the curves of his lower abdomen, which led down to the part I so desperately wanted to see.My mouth watered.“I thought I lost,” I said in a breathy voice.“You did,” he smiled, and took my hand. “Touch me here.”Again, I reached for the bulge in his pants.“Not there,” he said, and placed my hand on his abs. “Here.”I gave him a quizzical look and rubbed my palm over his skin.“No. The way you were touching my hand before, when my fingers were in your mouth. Tickle me. Tease me.”I gently traced my fingernails across his skin, brushing him ever so softly.His muscles jerked beneath my touch, contracting
He took me by the hand and pulled me roughly towards the nearest window. Or should I say, the nearest full-length wall of glass. Outside, the lights of LA glowed softly in the darkness.“What – ?” I started to ask, but he answered by positioning me two feet away from and facing the glass. Then he stepped behind me.I was about to ask again what the hell was going on when I felt his fingers between my shoulder blades.The clasp came undone and my bra loosened. He nuzzled my neck, and I gasped with pleasure and closed my eyes. As his lips grazed the edge of my ear, he slid the straps off my shoulders, and my bra slipped to the floor.His muscular arms reached around me, engulfing me. His warm skin pressed against me, slid softly across mine. I felt the firmness of his chest and stomach next to my back, and the hardness of his manhood pressing against my backside.Then his hands reached up under my breasts, cupping them, supporting them, caressing them. I moaned as he played with their w
I felt something glide against my ass. Soft on the surface, but incredibly hard beneath, like a lead pipe wrapped in velvet.And radiating heat. My god, it was burning up.And very, very large.And thick.My knees shook. I turned around to look at it – I wanted to see it very, very badly – But suddenly, a hand grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, gently but firmly, forcing my head up slightly.Oh God…I don’t know what it was. Nobody else had ever done that to me. If you had asked me before, I would have said I wouldn’t have liked it – somebody grabbing my hair, pulling my head?But in the moment, as turned on as I was……daaaaaamn. It was like he was totally in control of me. Dominating me. He was the Man, and I was the Woman. I was all his… and he knew it, and I knew it.And I loved it.I gasped.He leaned over me as he pulled me up slightly, my arms straightening out against the glass. I could feel his erection gliding over my ass. Heat radiated off his body onto my back as hi
We entered the bedroom still attached at the hips, more or less. Just front to bottom, not side by side.He walked me over to the bed, his shaft still inside me, and leaned me down almost vertical with the floor.“Get the cover off,” he urged me.“What?”“The sheets – pull back the sheets.”“Oh!”I twisted around slightly, giggling – I’d never done this before, not from this position – and pulled the coverlet and sheets halfway down the bed. Then he let me sink down on the mattress and put his full weight on top of me, never once pulling out of me.The sheets were amazing. Soft, silky – satin, maybe. All I know is that I was feeling a world of sensual delight against my back as I had a whole other world of sensual delights between my legs.Now that he didn’t have to ‘fight gravity,’ Connor began over again – slow thrusts at first, then increasing in speed and depth. The difference was that he moved his hands to my head, where he grasped my hair. Sometimes he stared me in the eye, some
All that came later, though.At the moment, I was in a luxurious penthouse hotel room, in the most exclusive hotel in Los Angeles……in the middle of a full-on freakout.I’d met him at my job, where I was a lowly secretary.Connor Brooks.Tall, dark, handsome, charming… a sculpted Adonis.He’d seduced me.Well, I mean, I was a willing participant from the get-go. Looking like he did, with his playful grin and occasionally infuriating cockiness, he didn’t have to try too hard.We’d had mind-blowing sex in the boardroom of my company. After hours, of course – I’m not that stupid. It was, however, a room I wasn’t even supposed to enter, ever, much less have sex on their super-posh carpet.Then he’d asked me to run away with him, to ignore work and my obligations and everything I was supposed to do, just so I could spend the rest of the evening – and maybe the weekend – with him.We’d wound up at the Dubai Hotel in West Hollywood, courtesy of his Bentley limo and his badass bodyguard/chauf
His lips brushed across mine, so soft and tender. A tiny kiss at the corner of my mouth, then back to my lips… then my cheek, light like a feather tickling against it… then a kiss on my chin, which he tilted up with his hand… and then back to my lips.I moaned slightly, my eyes closed, and he took my mouth with his. His tongue softly parted my lips, then caressed me as he kissed me deeply, sensually.His hand floated from my chin down to my shoulder, traced one finger along my arm, then slowly caressed my breast, his fingertips barely grazing my skin. He brushed the back of his finger light as silk over my nipple, and I felt it grow hard and stiff beneath his touch. A line of sweet pleasure pulsed directly down to my thighs, and I moaned as he kissed me harder.I turned my body so I was facing him, and let my hands wander out – blind, since I still had my eyes closed as he continued to kiss me. My hands settled against his sides and slid along the carved muscles of his belly. I traced
I think he pulled out of me and we nestled against each other, our breath caressing each other’s skin as we lay there in each other’s arms… I think, because about then my memory becomes hazy. I believe that was the point the wine and exhaustion took over.The next thing I knew, my eyes were squinting open in pain.The bedroom was dimly lit, with just a ghost of sunlight coming through those crazy sci-fi windows with the fade-up glass – but it felt like floodlights were aimed right at the back of my brain.A voice was coming from the other room, indistinct and muted.I looked over beside me and saw that Connor’s side of the bed was empty.I could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne in the rumpled sheets, though.Just beyond the bed, I saw a fancy digital clock on the nightstand.10:14 AM.Wow, it’s late…While I lay there, I took stock of my current condition.My head was pounding.My lady parts were… ah, tender, shall we say.My mouth felt like the Sahara.And I had to pee
I got out of the shower feeling – and looking – halfway human.After I toweled off with the world’s plushest towels, I wrapped up in a robe that was even thicker and softer. I wiped away the condensation and checked myself carefully in the mirror and cringed a little. I was scrubbed pink and clean, and no longer looked like a stoned raven had constructed a bird-townhouse in my hair, but…I think I look okay without makeup, and I definitely try to keep it light. I mean, that’s the point of makeup, so that they don’t immediately know you’re wearing makeup, right? Or at least so they don’t think, “Oh yeah… hooker.”But I would have killed to look as good as I could right now.I thought about getting my purse – – and went into full-on, nuclear alert, Defcon Five freak-out mode.Actually, I think Defcon One is the worst (nerd, nerd, nerd) – but Defcon Five sounds worse.And whatever sounds the worst, that’s what I was experiencing.Times ten.I’d left my purse back at work.With my wallet