by Leah Shay
"Are you ready to go?" he whispered in my ears.
I nodded.
Outside the club he took the car keys from me, opened the passenger door, and I slid in the passenger seat.
"Where to, Kyra?" he asked as he started the car.
Did he really want me to say it? He wanted me to ask him to make love to me. That wasn't going to be easy because I wasn't the begging type.
"Where to, Kyra?" he repeated.
"Anywhere you want to go," I answered.
Without another word, he backed out of the parking spot and headed toward the highway.
"Where are we going?" I asked curiously as we got on the highway.
"To our apartment," he answered, and smiled when he saw the confused look on my face.
"Did you say our apartment...do we have an apartment?"
"Yes, we do."
Did he get an apartment for us or was it the apartment that he shared with Ella? I remembered he told her to keep it. Was this our private getaway? Did he get apartments for all his lovers and give it to them as a parting gift? I snapped out of my deep thoughts as his hand covered my knee. I took a deep breath and readied myself for the crazy flood of emotions. I glanced over at him, so relaxed and in control behind the wheel, with his eyes fixed on the road. He skillfully maneuvered the car with one hand on the steering wheel while the other hand slowly moved up my thigh. He quickly glanced my way, his eyes filled with mischief. I turned my head toward the window and closed my eyes as his hand inched closer and closer to where no man's hand had been in years. My insides turned into a bundle of nerves. I placed my hand on his and stopped his exploring hands a couple of inches from my v-jay. For our safety, I took his hands in mine, placed them on the center console, and crossed my legs, squeezing and holding in the desires that threatened to overpower me.
We pulled up to the private entrance for residents at the Four Seasons Hotel and took the elevators to the sixty-eighth floor. He opened the door to a beautifully spacious apartment with a spectacular almost 360 degree view of the city and Biscayne Bay.
The apartment was decorated with light colored furnishings in a modern luxury style, just the way I would have decorated it.
I slowly walked around the living room. The two story apartment appeared to span the entire sixty-eighth. Jared watched me impatiently as he poured himself a drink. It disappeared in one gulp. He strode over to me like a lion about to devour its prey. In one quick sweep, I was in his arms and whisked away to the bedroom. He placed me on my feet and I swore I was right in the middle of one of those home design magazines. Soft, pale yellow lighting illuminated the room. The intricate, sophisticated carvings on the nineteenth century, Italian, cream colored headboard made the room. The artistically carved four posters spiraled up to the ceiling with white, sheer curtain streaming down them. Soft throws and pillows adorned the well-made bed. I wished we did not have to disturb even a pillow on this perfect bed. So, this is where all the action will take place. I was suddenly so nervous, and wandered into the closet which was the size of my bedroom: clothes, lingerie, underwear, shoes, accessories, and handbags hung or were neatly folded in drawers or on shelves, all in my size with the tags still on. I stood in the middle of the closet amazed, not so much by the clothes but at the extent to which he had gone to purchase these special items. I could have brought some of my own clothes. A single change of clothes would have been enough, not the whole department store. Jared's arms encircled me from behind.
"You didn't have to do this; a change of clothes would have sufficed."
"I want you to feel at home," he said and nibbled on my ear. The sound of my dress being unzipped made it real; as it lay crumpled around my feet, I tried to control my surfacing anxiety. I was standing in the closet only in a lacy, black panty within Jared's arms.
"I've wanted to undress you ever since I laid eyes on you," he whispered in my ear. "Countless nights I've lain awake in bed undressing you in my mind."
Please don't let me disappoint him, I prayed as my insecurities surfaced. I was expecting the orgasmic experience to elude me tonight, and was prepared to fake it if I had to. Please don't let me disappoint him, I repeated to myself.
I turned around and he was shirtless, dressed only in his tight fitted jeans. He was beautiful. My hand went to his chiseled chest and with shaky hands outlined his hard pecs.
"You are so beautiful," he said as his hot gaze lingered on my breasts. My already firm, perky nipples heated under his stare. I felt uncomfortable under his amorous, wanting gaze, and lowered my eyes.
Jared took my hand and led me to a huge, sunken, marble tub in the bathroom. I closed my eyes as he lowered my black, lacy panty over my hips. He knelt in front of me as he lowered it farther down my legs, his eyes travelling over every inch of my body as if taking a mental picture. I stepped out of my panties as he lowered them around my ankles and watched as he brought the crotch to his nose and inhaled deeply, then stuffed them in his back pocket. My knees buckled and I caught myself on the sink behind me as Jared's tongue slipped between my thighs and licked my clit; moaning as his tongue made contact with my moist, swollen exposed clit. It quivered and moisture instantly coated my inner thigh. He stood and kissed me lightly - a sweet tasting, sensually musky scent of my clit lingered on his lips. What turned me on was not the taste or smell of my v-jay, but that he wanted to taste me and enjoyed it.
He held my hand as I climbed into the tub. I immersed myself in the well-needed warm, soothing, aromatic bubble bath to calm my unraveling nerves. I felt like I was about to lose my virginity - scared and very apprehensive. Jared handed me a glass of champagne and I gulped it down. Anything to calm my nerves. The lights dimmed and Teddy Pendergrass set the mood with the sexy lovemaking song, "Turn off the Lights." I heard the champagne bottle being removed from the ice bucket. I reached for my champagne glass and before me Jared stood naked, well endowed, and uncut. I clumsily took the glass from him and downed the sweet liquid as rapidly as I could without choking. The bubbles tickled the back of my throat. I rested my head back, closed my eyes, and waited for the buzz. Jared sat on the step that led into the tub watching me, a smile on his face.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked.
"I can't believe how shy you are."
I really would prefer if the lights were off.
"Come here, Kyra," he said in a compelling, sexy voice.
I slid over in front of him.
"Stand."
Water ran down my body as I obediently did as Jared asked. It was awkward standing naked in front of him, but his eyes spoke volumes. I had never felt more beautiful, desired, adored.
"You are stunning," he said, taking my hand and pulling me toward him. He leaned forward and planted kisses on my pubic area. Please lick my clit like you did earlier, and make it last longer. As if reading my thoughts, his warm tongue slid between my legs and gently teased my clitoris. Before my legs failed me, I reached out and placed a hand against the column next to the tub for balance. He lifted my left leg and placed it next to him on the step for better access. Leaning forward and burying his face between my thighs, his tongue swept from the opening of my vagina, spreading my pink flowering lips in its wake, and finished the intense journey with a gentle suck and tug of my clit.
Over and over again he repeated this routine, my body growing weaker with each sweep of his tongue. My clit, engorged with blood from his stimulation, stood erect as it peeked out like a budding flower. I was not sure how much of this I could take standing. My legs were turning into jelly. He cradled my dripping v-jay in his hand and gently massaged my swollen clitoris with his thumb. Oh God, how long I've waited for this. My pelvis was heavy with emotions, ready to be released in his waiting hand. I bit my lip to hold in the moan, but the aching in my pelvis was more than I could bear. A loud moan escaped me and my v-jay started to pulsate.
"Straddle me, Kyra."
I placed my other foot on the step next to him and slowly lowered myself on his
upturned penis.
I wonder if it will fit.
Fuck. I felt him filling me and me accommodating him so perfectly. The tip of his penis gently bumped against my cervix, enhancing the sexual experience. I held on to his shoulders and slowly moved up and down the length of his dick, his hips coming up to meet me. He placed his hands on my butt and moved me back and forth. Our eyes met, his eyes blazed with passion. My swollen clit rubbed against his pubic area, stimulating me even more. The aching tension built in my pelvis. My breathing increased; so did my heart rate and my blood pressure. Every muscle in my body contracted.
Fuck, it's happening.
I lowered my head and kissed him hard. The muscles in my pelvic floor, vagina, uterus and rectum contracted. I closed my eyes tightly as a myriad of feelings coursed through every vein in my body. I began to shiver.
"Hold it, baby. Not yet," Jared coaxed.
"I don't...I don't think I can," I stuttered.
And I did not want to. I was almost there and I was not going to hold it off. Then he did the unthinkable. Just when I felt that numbing sensation, he lifted me off his lap, withdrawing himself rapidly out of me, leaving me empty and on the verge of tears. He scooped me in his arms and stepped out of the tub. I had waited so long for this, to come so close. Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them back. He placed me on my feet, grabbed a plush towel from the rack and dried me off, gently drying between my legs. He dropped the towel on the ground and swept me off my feet.
He laid me gingerly on the bed, spread open my legs with his, and settled between them, his manhood brushing against me pleasurably. He took a nipple in his mouth and gently pulled. Passion surged inside me. His hand slid between my legs, which opened even farther for him. His fingers sunk in me, exploring me, and my hips gyrated against his penetrating fingers. My sweet fluids lubricated his hand. His thumb stimulated my clitoris until it was back to its budding state. Jared positioned himself between my legs and brought my legs back in the air - I lay open and vulnerable, all my glory on display for him to do as he wished.
I jumped as he pushed my clitoral hood back and my pink flower opened up at his touch. I threw my head back and stiffened as the tip of his tongue met my clitoris. Gently he licked it with his moist, warm tongue, one hand reaching up to my breast. He pinched my nipple. A primal moan escaped me as I writhed under his tongue and his punishing fingers.
"Talk to me, Kyra," Jared said tenderly.
I moaned and raised my hips to meet his tongue, which was driving me closer and closer to a pleasure induced insanity. The passion he evoked in me had enslaved me to him. I had felt emotions I did not know my body was capable of feeling. I was all his. My body was his to pleasure.
"Talk to me, Kyra. Tell me what you want." His smooth deep voice filled with intensity.
"Fuck me...please, fuck me," I begged without hesitation.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue."
I moaned in acknowledgement. My hips rose up to him. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine at the thought of his mouth on my v-jay, his tongue in me, deep inside me licking, sucking me pleasurably.
Satisfied with my body's response, his tongue plunged deep in me over and over, sucking and licking my v-jay, and extracting all my love juice: allowing nothing to go to waste. I was cold all over. A chill ran through my body down to my pelvis. Every muscle contracted in my body. I felt the urge to pee; try as I might, the intense urge gripped me and my body tingled. My v-jay, uterus, and rectum went into spasm. Everything that was pent up in me flowed out in a surreal release in his mouth. My hoisted legs trembled uncontrollably; they heavily came down on the bed.
"You taste so good," Jared said as he licked his lips.
He turned me on my side and knelt between my legs, his balls resting on my inner left leg, and my right leg resting on his shoulder. He penetrated me gently, stroking my G-spot. My greedy vagina contracted around him, holding him tight, not wanting a repeat incident of earlier.
"God damn, Kyra...you feel so good." He quivered against me.
His hand found my nipple and squeezed. I groaned. He plunged deeper and deeper in me, squeezing and tugging at my nipples. His green, passion-filled eyes held my gaze. Every muscle in his body bulged as he sent his magic stick plunging in and out, his tip gently bouncing off my cervix. My body was overwhelmed. An electrifying jolt ran through my body, starting from my head and feet, meeting in my pelvis where it forced its way out of my body in an explosive, mind-blowing orgasm. I buried my face in the pillow and muffled the unladylike, animalistic moans and groans that escaped my mouth. My fingers clutched the pillow so tightly, I could feel my knuckles cracking.
He collapsed on top of me, breathlessly satisfied. "Nena, me vuelves loca."
Babe, you drive me crazy.
I kissed him on his lips, soaked with my fragrant juices. "I'm glad."
All my fears were dispelled. I'd never been more satisfied, and I did not disappoint him. How many times did I cum; had an orgasm? Was that even possible? He had to have done something to me - drugs, hypnosis. His eyes could easily achieve the later.
I sat on the bidet to wash myself and wince in pain as the cold water stung my bruised v-jay. With great discomfort I washed away our love juice. I looked through the cabinet for Vaseline, or lube - anything to soothe my irritated v-jay - but found nothing. I rummaged through my handbag where I found a tube of Vaseline Lip Therapy Petroleum jelly, cherry flavored. Why couldn't I use it on those lips? It should do the job to soothe and protect, and it did. Cherry flavored v-jay sounded hot, inviting, and kissable. I returned to the bedroom dressed in a tee shirt and some underwear. The beautifully-made bed was in total disarray; the comforter hung from the foot of the bed and the pillows were strewn all over the floor. Jared was in bed naked on his back, his hands behind his head, a contented smile on his face.
I wanted to take a picture of him as he lay in bed; just in case my memory failed me, I'd have a hard copy.
"Kyra, please get undressed and come to bed. Save me the trouble of undressing you."
I obediently removed the tee shirt and underwear and climbed into bed with this breathtakingly gorgeous specimen of a man. I remember he said that once I got to know his other body parts, his eyes would be my least favorite. His eyes pulled me in, but his tongue, lips, fingers and my new toy - that magical penis of his - turned me inside out. I loved every inch of that body. He took me in his arms and pulled me close; our bodies fit into each other's as we lay front to back, my newly discovered toy pressed against my buttocks-spooning. We melted into each other. His warmth, his strength, the mild flow of electricity transmitted between us, tranquilized me. I had never been this blissfully happy, so satisfied, and pleasingly sore. I fell asleep in Jared's arms as his roaming hand gently caressed my tender nipples.
I woke up in the morning with Jared in my arms. I was holding him tight, not wanting the morning to come and for me to discover that last night was just a dream. His butt pressed against my pubic area. I relished the moment; my hand gently caressed his chest. It was not a dream. My breasts and v-jay were still sore from last night's lovemaking. I pulled away, not wanting to wake him, and carefully got off the bed. After showering I got dressed in a pair of tight fitting designer jeans, a low cut blouse, and some five-inch stilettos that were the price of my paycheck. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and saw Jared leaning in the doorway of the closet still naked.
"Beautiful, but where do you think you are going?" he asked.
"Home." I wanted to get home before Nate woke up.
"Kyra, it's six o'clock on a Saturday morning. What's the rush?"
I did not have an answer. I could not tell him I had to get home before my son woke up in order to escape his interrogation as to where I was last night. Aunt Magg was with him and I knew he was all right. This was the first time I'd spent a night away other than when I went to work, so I figured I would be grilled and I was not ready for his questions.
He strode toward
me. My mind was a jumbled mess, unable to find an excuse that did not involve my son, and at the same time trying to peel my eyes away from his erect penis that pointed threateningly my way.
"I'll take you home." He pulled the blouse over my head. "Later."
Standing naked in the closet in each other's arms, his dick pressing against my abdomen, he kissed the tip of my nose. "Do you really think you could sneak out on me without me knowing?"
"Obviously that was a mistake."
"A very big mistake," he said threateningly.
"Are you going to punish me?" I teased.
"When I'm through with you, you'll think twice about sneaking out on me again," he said menacingly, almost too believable.
He kissed me hard on the lips, grabbed my ass, and squeezed so hard I groaned. He lowered me on the plush carpet.
"Reach over your head and hold on. Don't let go," Jared ordered.
I reached over my head and held on to the metal legs of the counter. Jared removed the cushions from the chair and placed them under my butt. I was hoisted in the air, legs spread wide, exposed and waiting for him to awake the passion. I trembled inside in anticipation of his touch, and his magic wand inside of me.
He settled between my legs, his hard dick pressed purposefully against my v-jay. He leaned over and kissed my lips sensually. A hint of my sweet musky fragrance remained on his face. His tongue entered my mouth, found mine, and they did the tango. He sucked the tip of my tongue and swept the roof of my mouth with his tongue. He pressed his hips up against my opened v-jay; I moaned wanting him in me. Gyrating against me, his hardness stimulating my clitoris, teasing my dripping, opened v-jay. I saw what his punishment was. It was to drive me crazy, and he was doing a superb job at it. I moved my hips with his, hoping that my magic wand would find its way in me, but to no avail. This was the worst punishment ever. My pelvic ached, my vagina wept for his hard dick in it, plundering my love tunnel.
Please, Jared, just fuck me already. Fuck me hard and long. Make me scream. Make me squirm. Make me beg you to stop. I promise I won't sneak out on you again. My blood pressure rose to a level where I could feel my heart pounding away in my chest. My body was on fire. The passion was maddening. Every muscle in me contracted. The aching in my pelvis was agony. He moaned as his hips circled against my v-jay; my juices covered his pubic area. This could not be easy for him, but he had more control than I did. I was lightheaded. When was this punishment going to end? Fuck me already, please, before I lose consciousness.