But then, came the moment I had been dreading. Obviously, Michelle thought that narrating anything more could wait until I disclosed the name of my new lover.
No matter how hard she tried though, my lips remained sealed.
I wasn’t ashamed of my choice by any means. David was a complex man, and I was just getting to know him better. But, I had an agreement with him—we would announce this to our friends together.
A wave of curiosity mixed with confusion washed over me as I found myself back on the seventh floor at Davids apartment door. Flickering flames were casting their shadows down on the floor. Nudging the door fully open with my foot, I discovered their origin. Two, silver candlesticks were on the dining room table to the left.
Delicious scents emanating from several trays of food flew through my nostrils. Roast beef and grilled pork made my mouth water. But the most attractive piece of that romantic setting was the man behind all this. David was standing in front of the table, in a light-gray suit and a red tie, a big smile gracing his face.
“Oh, my…” I whispered in disbelief, padding across his living room. “This is…” I paused. “Wow.”
“I thought you’d come up with something better,” he laughed. “How was your day?”
“Nevermind that,” I waved my hand in front of my face. “Why did you do all this?”
“Because I wanted to add a slice of romance to our night,” he explained, his smile broadening. “Going to a fancy restaurant wouldn’t be so private, so, I thought I should turn my place into a fancy restaurant for tonight. Please, let the chef know your opinion once you’ve tasted everything.”
“Where is he?” I asked, looking around me.
“You’re looking at him.”
I gasped at his response, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Y-you…” I stuttered. “You cooked?”
“Yep,” he gave a confident nod. “You’ve been working so hard, and I had the afternoon free, so, I figured ‘why not?’”
“This is so not what I was expecting,” I confessed, my face inches from his.
“Care to elaborate on that?” he requested, looking deep down into my eyes.
“Honestly? I thought you would brag about what Michelle said last night,” I uttered, intensifying my stare. “You seemed thrilled, like you’d just gotten the best news.”
“I’m not going to hide from you. I loved that,” he admitted. “But like I said, you’ve been busting your butt every day, and you need some kind of break, a reward. Bragging to you about anything wouldn’t be much of a reward, would it?”
“Actually, it would be a good reason for me to yell at you,” I giggled, his eyes opaque in the dim illumination.
“Come on, let’s eat,” he suggested, pulling a chair from the table.
“Thank you,” I said, watching him move around the table. “Aren’t you a little bit curious to find out why I believe you’re my best sex ever?”
“Trust me, I’m dying here,” he chuckled, taking his seat. “But, before you tell me that, allow me to tell you why I think sex between us is so great. You make it great, Stacy. Bars are full of bimbos who think they can seduce rich men like me into marrying them. The company building is packed with silly girls who think they can rise to stardom by sleeping with executives. You don’t fall under any of those categories. In fact, you’re nothing like that. You’re a graceful, intelligent woman with the body of a lingerie model. And I love to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I said softly, my heart fluttering in my chest. “I believe you’re my best sex ever because you never rush into anything. You take your time. You do things that I didn’t think I’d like, but I love them, like our first time in your shower. I tingle all over every time I think about that.”
“I’m not going to describe what it does to me. Use your imagination,” he teased. “Let’s eat, all right? You won’t taste much of that food if we keep up the sex talk.”
One more laugh served as my response.
“Oh, this is amazing,” I praised, the delicious, rich taste of grilled pork and rice filling my mouth. “Hats off to the chef.”
“Thanks, darling,” he smiled in appreciation.
To my amazement, all of the dishes he had prepared were heavenly, all of them were tasty, juicy and not overcooked. There was more to David Marshall than a successful PR specialist. I had already discovered the impeccable lover and the great cook. Was the package going to get any better?
Wrong question. Could it get any better?
I didn’t have a clue, but I couldn’t wait to find out. He had me hooked; I had to admit that.
After we had finished, David strolled around the table in silence, oozing with confidence.
“Well, now that my lady is full, I believe it’s time for her to relax,” he said in a calm voice, offering me his hand.
“If you say so,” I smiled, placing my palm into his. “What do you have in mind?”
“Patience, my dear,” he said, taking on an English accent and a bad one at that. “You’ll find out soon.”
For a moment, I thought that we would head to his bathroom for a long, hot bath. That sounded like an ideal way for me to rid myself of tension. But David walked right past it, his eyes on the staircase up ahead.
I had been up there before, but I had only been to his bedroom. There were more rooms down the corridor that I had yet to explore. The corridor in question widened and turned left, ending with a glass door. I was under the impression that it was another, huge bathroom.
In moments, I realized that this was our destination. Upon reaching the end of the corridor, it occurred to me that I had made a mistake. It was a small, wooden room, with another door at the end.
“It’s a steam room,” David explained, making my heart jump in my chest. “Get changed here, and then go ahead. I’ll join you in a minute.”
He was halfway through his sentence when I sensed warm, moist air caressing the skin on my face. Loving the notion of a steam bath, I stepped inside. I peeled off my jacket and my shirt, wondering why he had left me alone. A sexy, feminine voice from the speakers satisfied my curiosity.
“Turn off the light. Take a deep breath. And relax.”
Snapping fingers and melodic synthesizer notes followed, before another voice and a slow drumbeat joined in. The rhythm sounded vaguely familiar. I was sure I had heard it before, but I just couldn’t remember where.
The same, raspy voice filled my ears as I walked through to the steam room. Only now, it was singing in French. Two words in the lyrics reminded me of that sensual song. It was Enigma’s ‘Mea Culpa’.
Threads of steam were already hovering in the air. A large bench was stretching around the entire room, an appliqué on each side providing soft illumination. I headed straight for the part of the bench that faced the door, the wonderful music sending a sense of calmness into my heart.
David sauntered in, a white towel draped over his shoulder and another one in his palm. He eased it down on my bench, our gazes locked with each other. There was something in his eyes, something new to me. It was part-mischief, part-excitement and another feeling that I couldn’t put my finger on.
He sat down across from me, small clouds of steam rising up. I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling tiny drops of water form all over my body. Losing myself in the sensuality of Enigma’s song, my mind traveled back in time, to my first visit to David’s apartment.
I remembered his slow descent down my back, the feel of his strong hands on my breasts, the coolness of the water on my skin…
A wave of arousal engulfed me, sending away my will to relax. I propped one leg up on the bench, my fingers stroking my midsection.
Just then, I felt his gaze on me. Opening my eyes to slits, I understood that I had caught his attention.
David was staring between my legs, biting his lower lip. Intrigued, I looked down at his crotch. His cock was already stif
f, pointing down while he trailed his thumb along his shaft.
I spread my legs, the clouds of steam thickening. Even so, I could see droplets of water streaming down the middle of his chest making their way down to his chiseled abs. Staring at him, I let the tip of my middle finger brush my clit. In an instant, he wrapped his fingers around his manhood. My ears caught his hiss, slickness gathering in my core. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pulling me into a sexual game I had never played. That wasn’t a problem, though. I reveled in this chance to touch myself in front of the man who had been pampering me all night long. It turned me on to see him rock-hard for me, stroking himself because of me.
Rubbing my clit in circles, my deep whimper overshadowed the music for a second or two. My free hand stroked my inner thigh, squeezing, releasing and squeezing again.
David’s hand was gliding up and down his cock, his hungry eyes taking in every bit of me. His gaze roamed my body, looking at my legs, then my face, then my breasts…
In truth, I didn’t know where to focus, either. His ripped stomach? His chiseled chest or his throbbing manhood? If only all dilemmas were this sexy…
I raised my fingers up to my mouth, the intensity in my moans increasing. I let my index finger slip in between my lips, the tip of my tongue licking the tip of my finger. I shut my eyes, imagining being in his king-size bed, with my legs over his shoulders, feeling his entire length in my depths.
I moaned, scooting closer to the edge of the bench. I trailed my fingers back down my body, slipping them down to my slit, wetness soaking my skin. A stillness overcame the room, and I sensed that he was right in front of me.
I opened my eyes slowly and found his long length in front of my face, just as the wet head of his cock lightly brushed against my lips. I wasted no time. My inner muscles clenching and throbbing, I pressed my lips against his head, making his whole body go tense. Parting my lips, I took him in a low, wet slide, his long groan encouraging me to continue.
“Red, you’re killing me…” he moaned, his thighs shaking under my touch. I paused for a moment, trying to listen to his panting, almost half his length in my mouth. He sucked a calming breath in, leaning slightly and he moved his hand to my core. Leading my hand away from my body, he gave me a clear clue of his intentions. I pulled back using a tight suction, the tip of my tongue teasing around his head. The feel of his finger pushing through my entrance sent a sweet sense of satisfaction pulsing through me. Squeezing my heart, it made its way to my core.
Beginning a steady rhythm, I sucked on the head with vigor, my insides gripping his finger. I let David slide in and out of my mouth, taking him more than halfway, my tongue swirling around his shaft. Growling, he fisted my hair tight and threw his head back. I kept bobbing down a few inches, then pulled back, licking and kissing. He bucked his hips slightly, wanting more of that suction. He was desperate to thrust in; I could feel that.
I grabbed the base of his shaft and twisted, his finger sending waves of delight up and down my body. I moved up and down his cock, my lips and my tongue taking him over the edge. Unable to keep this up, I tilted my head back and eased him out of my mouth as I jerked his pulsing cock.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” he let out a choked cry, his darkened eyes locked with mine.
“Right there, ah, don’t stop!” I moaned, the palm of his hand hitting my clit over and over. My orgasm came crashing over me in a delicious, explosive wave, scorching my insides in its wake. David’s body quaked with his own release, his juices exploding out of him and falling to the floor of the steam room.
Shuddering together, we breathed heavily, looking at each other. His wicked smirk reappeared, his grip on my hair loosening. I’d give pretty much anything to read his mind just for that minute. That way, I could figure out what he wanted to do next.
I definitely wanted more, but not in the steam room. The warm humidity was making my head spin… though that may have been the aftermath of my orgasm.
Leaning forward, I put my hands down on the floor, my eyes on the open door in the corner. I might have been willing to get out of there, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him some more.
I left the steam room behind me, the music fading in my ears. With the sound of his heavy footsteps behind me, I crawled along the corridor, small drops of water falling off my chest and my forehead. I entered his bedroom, welcoming the cool air from the air-conditioning on my skin. Climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees, I waited for him to join me. When he did, I then stretched my hands forward and arched my back in a cat pose, causing my butt to point up and back at him.
“Ah, you little tease,” he smirked once more, striding towards me.
Staring at the wooden bed board, I felt his big hand on my ass, stroking my flesh. But, before long, I felt the thickness of his shaft pressed up against my slit. I whimpered in anticipation, hoping that this wouldn’t last long. It didn’t. The next thing I knew, my inner walls were parting around his thick, stiff cock, the sensation forcing a long hiss from me.
I whirled my head around and looked up at him, his hand roaming over my back.
“Don’t hold back, baby,” I spoke in a husky voice. “I want to feel all of you, hard.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he muttered, thrusting into me.
I cried out and then squeezed my eyes shut, before savoring the view of his flexing abs. David gathered my moist hair in his palm, stroking me with long, deep strokes. I could feel the moisture on his balls, every time they brushed my slit.
Licking my upper lip, I continued staring at him, his sensual thrusts starting to satiate my desire, but leaving me wanting more of him.
He might have promised me something else, but I wasn’t going to complain.
But he hadn’t forgotten his promise. David pulled my hair, driving himself deeper, until his groin smashed against me.
“Yeah, that’s it!” I gasped. He spanked my ass cheek, and drove into me harder and faster as he started to pound my pussy from behind.
I tried to take in air through shaky lungs, throbbing and fluttering around him. I gripped the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric, the sound of his groans making the desire within swell and spiral upwards.
Although I’d love to keep relishing the view of his sculpted body, I just couldn’t. The muscles in my neck were already protesting. I faced the bed board once more, and watched it draw near with every push, and pull away with every withdrawal. My entire body was rocking back and forth, my insides burning with lust.
I pushed back onto him and let him fill me up completely, one more growl escaping me. “Harder!” I commanded, squeezing my eyes shut, the sound of his thighs slapping up against me getting louder by the second.
Another orgasm flew through me, making me cry out as sensation after sensation overwhelmed me. The strength in my arm muscles abandoned me, and I laid my head down on the sheets, moaning in indescribable pleasure. Releasing my hair, David erupted inside of me in a series of deep grunts and gasps. I was still struggling to catch my breath when he toppled forward. I collapsed onto his bed, beaming with satisfaction, still feeling his body heat.
“You’re one wild redhead,” he panted, smiling at me. “I mean… in a steam room, of all places?”
“Well…” I snorted in amusement. “Pamper me like that again, and I’ll get even wilder.”
“Pamper?” He asked, a touch of confusion in his tone. “I just cooked you dinner. What’s so special about that?”
“It wasn’t just the dinner,” I purred, snuggling up to him. “You planned tonight for me. And everything was just amazing. I couldn’t have asked for anything else.”
“Well, mutual masturbation in the steam room wasn’t part of that plan,” he pointed out. “I was going to end the treatment with a cool bath and a massage, but you didn’t give me the chance.”
“Rain check,” I said, David smoothing some hair from my face. “Damn, I’m exhausted.”
“Me too,” He said in a whisper. “By th
e way, I was thinking I could tag along with you tomorrow. I want to talk to some of Anna’s neighbors myself. What time should I pick you up?”
“Bad idea,” I commented. “It’s going to be a hundred degrees out there, and most houses I’ve been to so far don’t have air-conditioning.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” he claimed. “I’ll get a glimpse of what you’re going through every day.”
“On one condition,” I raised my index finger over his eyes. “We do this in something inconspicuous. Imagine what they’re going to say if they see me pull up in a Ferrari or a Lamborghini, ‘Oh, you want some information, rich girl? What’s it worth to you?’ And some of those neighborhoods are quite narrow. I’ve seen your cars; some of them are way too wide.”
“Good points,” David praised. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I kissed him on the chest, relieved that he hadn’t insisted.
I let out a long exhale, some of our moments that night replaying in my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t find a flaw in them. There was an ambient eroticism, a fierce sensuality that had taken my breath away. One might argue that this was only natural in such a young relationship. Yet, my experience had taught me that this wasn’t always the case. David was doing his best to keep that flame alive. And to my satisfaction, he was doing a fantastic job…
Chapter 13
Stacy
I caught a cab home late that night and the next morning woke up with a huge smile on my face. Ever since I took the case for David, I was afraid of what I was going to run into. People don’t appreciate it when a nosy person just walks onto their property, asking questions about a deceased neighbor. Some people were nice, but others believed it to be an intrusion and a waste of time.
But, today day was going to be different. I wasn’t going to do this alone. I wasn’t even going to drive. David would be responsible for driving me around in New Jersey while he searched for Anna’s old neighbors. Plus, I’d have someone to talk to.
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