His body was heavenly, firm and strong beneath his clothes. I clutched the back of his jacket, feeling the wall of well-sculpted muscles beneath my hands. And his mouth… ohhhhhh…His lips pressed against mine, firm but gentle. He brushed them across my skin, the same way he had inflamed me just seconds ago with his touch.I opened my lips wide, inviting him in.His tongue met mine… slowly… gently… taking his time. He alternated between using just his lips, then slowly caressing my tongue with his, the most arousing kiss I’d ever had in my life.His hand around my waist slowly dropped down to my rear end and cupped my cheek, feeling my curves, then pressed me against his hips.Oh.My.GOD.I couldn’t see anything – my eyes were closed and I was completely lost in the kiss – but there was this very long, very thick, very hard pressure between me and him. He was fully aroused – he had to have been.Before I slept with them, I had felt several boyfriends’ erections through their pants du
He looked down at me, and I looked up and bit my lip. I was suddenly shy.“Please,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with desire.That was all it took.I traced my fingernail softly over the shape of his shaft and watched it jump and strain beneath his boxers.I had to see it. Now.I reached up, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and tugged a little, then moved them around to his ass, tugged a little more.The waistband slowly descended, and I could see he had an all-over body tan, that gorgeous brown from head to toe (and everywhere else).I kept pulling.The boxers slid down over the perfect curve of his ass, but his penis had shifted and was now poking straight down. All I could see was the base of his shaft, a well-groomed thatch of brown curls, and the firmest, tightest abs I’d seen outside of an Abercrombie & Fitch ad.Wow.It was… very large.Incredibly thick.I wasn’t sure if I could even get my hand all the way around it.Both incredible desire and, if I
I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.They were nothing like this.To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever had a real orgasm before this.It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”I blushed a deep re
His hands grazed my belly, gently cupped my breasts, played over the little landing strip of hair between my legs. I returned the favor, entranced as I traced the shadowy swells of his muscles beneath his brown skin.“Turn over,” he growled.I began to get a little worried. I’d seen just enough porno clips to be concerned about where this might be headed.“Uh… why?”The corners of his mouth turned up. “Just trust me.”I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea… but I flipped over onto my stomach.He began to caress my ass, to brush his fingers across the inside of my thighs, and to kiss the small of my back. He licked lightly from the base of my spine all the way up to between my shoulder blades, then kissed his way back down.Aaaahhhh.I closed my eyes and just let him do whatever he wanted. The post-orgasmic glow was still washing through my entire body, and Connor was slowly stoking it up into a rising flame again. My brain was mostly mush at this point. I was totally in the moment, en
We walked out to the penthouse reception area. Before we stepped into the elevator, I looked at my reflection in the glossy black of the marble walls, and tried to put myself together so I didn’t look like a girl who’d had crazy, wild sex.I probably looked alright, but to my mind at that moment, anybody who saw me would instantly know. Like there was a blinking neon sign over my head: Just Had Sex On Boardroom Floor.Oh God, I was going to have to do the Walk of Shame in front of Stanley, and it wasn’t even morning.I sighed and got in the elevator with Connor.“Still freaking out?” he grinned.“Yes.”“Let me see if I can take your mind off it.”Then he raked his fingers down ever single button for ever single floor. They all lit up.Not exactly what I was expecting.“What did you do that for?!” I cried out.“So I’d have a little more time for this.”When they say ‘sweep a girl off her feet,’ I always thought it was an expression. I mean, it is an expression.Except when it happens l
The first thing I noticed was the plush leather of the seats – decadent, sinful, sensual. And the space! It felt like the car was way wider than normal. I could have stretched out in here and… uh… done stuff with room to spare.I scooted across the seat as Connor moved in beside me and closed the door.He pressed a button on a console in the door and spoke.“Hey, Johnny, take us up to the Strip, would you?”The limo purred into action, gliding like oil on ice as it merged into traffic.The Strip?!“We’re going to a strip club?” I asked, my eyes wide. I hadn’t signed on for that.Connor grinned. “We can if you want, but I was thinking of the Sunset Strip. West Hollywood? Clubs, bars, fine dining?”“Oh.”I felt both relieved and incredibly embarrassed at the same time.“Would you like a drink?” he asked.“S-sure,” I stammered, totally thrown off my game – not only by the strip club thing, but by the environment. The only time I’d ever ridden in a limo was for prom, and that was a 20-yea
“Make it happen.”“‘By any means necessary,’” Sebastian groaned. It sounded like he was quoting someone – and I was guessing it was Connor.“Yup. By the way, I’m hungry – you hungry?” he asked me.I actually hadn’t noticed it because of all the craziness that had preceded this moment – but when he asked, I realized I was. I nodded.“You like filet mignon? Lobster? You’re not a vegetarian, are you?”“Uh… yes, yes, and no,” I answered, a little stunned. I think the last time I’d had filet mignon, it was to celebrate my college graduation. Lobster, I couldn’t even remember. Both of them together at one time? As they say in New York, fuhgedabboudit.Connor went back to Sebastian. “Have room service deliver my usual, times two, ten minutes after check-in.”There was another labored sigh. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of me persuading you to take the flight to New York.”“Nope.”“Reschedule?”“Yep.”“FINE,” the voice snapped, then switched to a much nicer tone as it addressed me. “Mi
When I saw the guy who had opened the door, my first impression was Suit and tie – way EXPENSIVE suit and tie.My second impression was Huh, Asian guy.My third impression was Holy CRAP, he’s got a GUN!It was just a glimpse, but I saw the holster under the Armani jacket, and the flash of grey metal. Then the jacket resettled and the gun was gone.I froze on the seat, terrified.I don’t like guns.I’m especially not fond of strange men with guns.He looked down at me and extended his arm to help me out of the limo. He was young and handsome, probably Japanese, late 20’s, with longish hair that covered his ears and a neatly trimmed goatee with mustache.When I didn’t take his hand, he smiled and looked over the roof of the car. “I think the lady’s scared of me, boss,” he said in a flat, midwestern accent.“And well she should be. You’re a very scary person,” Connor agreed. He sounded like he was already outside the car.“That’s what you pay me for,” the man laughed.I glanced over – Co