by Ember Flint
I signal a waiter for the check and a few minutes later we’re done with formalities and are ready to stand up; in the meanwhile, our dinner companions have scarcely noticed anything or said a single word that was not a breathy whisper that I’m happy to have missed.
Lara stands up, smoothing the little black number that she is wearing —and that has being driving me bonkers for the whole night— down her thighs.
“Well, guys… we’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Or the day after that,” I mutter when we yet again get no response from the moony-eyed couple.
“Hmm? Wh-what?” Charles speaks his first words of the last hour and they come out in some sort of hazy, confused tone that makes me laugh outright.
Jessica shakes her head as if coming out of a trance, her large blue eyes slightly unfocused. “Didn’t we just got here?” she looks at the display of her mobile.
Lara snorts. “Not quite, sis…”
I follow the silent exchange between the sisters and I smile.
Jessica is very different from my Lara, beautiful but in a more classical, ethereal way, where the love of my life is all sultry intensity, brainy sass and dangerous curves. She seems a nice gal, though and Lara loves her dearly, I already can see myself loving her as a sister.
I liked her on the spot, even if she has not said much.
I like her even more when considering the reason why she has been so inattentive this evening and the way she makes my best friend smile and glow with joy.
I can see this whole thing going somewhere great. It’s just a hunch, but I’m a very good businessman and my instincts have never steered me wrong.
“Well, guys: it’s been great! We’re calling it a night. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Dinner is on me. Ta-ta!” I say with a smirk and drag a giggling Lara behind me.
Five minutes later I’m sprawled on the back seat of my car, Lara is wriggling on my lap and we are in the middle of a frenzy of kissing and petting while Lucas drives us to my flat too slowly for my taste.
Our lips search frantically, our arms tangle.
We are insatiable for each other and the rest of the world is long forgotten.
I slide my hands inside her coat lifting her dress as I go and stroking her nude midriff, roaming up and down her luscious, soft body; lust fizzling between us like ice-cold Champagne poured in a flute too fast.
I feel her dainty hands as they pull up my shirt and delve under it; the contact with my bare skin making me jump and jerk my hips against her apex, my cock already standing painfully proud.
Lara breaks the kiss for a moment, gulping down much needed air. “Aston… we should stop.”
“Why?” I start to nuzzle into the little indented spot at the base of her throat making her catch her breath.
“Lucas…” she murmurs, her eyes slightly alarmed.
I give her a lopsided grin. “That dividing panel is soundproof, don’t worry, my sweet.”
I feel her relax against me her barely-hinted protest already put to rest.
I nip at her earlobe. “I love you so much… I want you so much…”
“Me too,” she whimpers in the crook of my neck, her lips seeking my skin.
I feel her grazing me with her pearly teeth and I stiffen further, my body tense and my desire more and more difficult to bridle.
There’s nothing I want more than bury myself in her exquisite depths, but a glance out the window tells me I’d better slow things down a bit.
We are almost home, that doesn’t mean I have to stop entirely though.
I want to tease her and please her until she screams.
I begin my seduction by skimming her jaw line and down the slope of her neck with my lips, eliciting soft encouraging moans from Lara, her trembling hands still exploring my torso, dipping dangerously low with every sweep of my tongue and every kiss of my lips against her hot skin; my mouth blazing a path toward her cleavage.
I hold her securely and turn us around until I’m on top of her and slide her little dress up her legs until her lower half is totally exposed and then I start trailing open-mouthed kisses on her ribcage and her curvy belly, raising goosebumps on her creamy-white skin.
My hands follow a downward path, reaching her peachy bottom and kneading her flesh gently as she starts to dance to the rhythm of my touch, her back arching, bringing us closer.
I see the cast of her erect nipples through the texture of her dress and I can’t help myself: I need to have a taste.
I lightly bite one nipple through the material, I roll it with my tongue slowly and then I start to suck it hard, ripping a high-pitched whine from her parted, rosy lips.
One of my hands leaves her bottom, sneaking to the front to massage, the lower part of her abdomen, just shy of her mound.
Lara lets out a strangled moan, her hands urging my head upward until our lips meet in another powerful, untamed kiss, as she rocks her pelvis uncontrollably against the erection currently about to tear through my slacks, her body in search of a release I’m only too happy to provide.
I immediately slide my hand under the waistband of her tiny silky panties, one of my fingers slowly slipping even lower to her heated pussy and I reveal in every moan she makes.
Every drop of her wetness that slicks my fingertips, lets me know that she enjoys this as much as I do, that she is beyond words at the moment and wants me just as much as I want her.
“Aston, love… please…” she whimpers, her eyes fluttering close as my fingers stroke her carefully, making her shiver and writhe in the grip of ecstasy, her body taut.
I increase the pressure and movement of my thumb on her clit, fingering her folds as if there were nothing else I could be doing with her cunt; my own need pushed aside, my ultimate goal nothing but please her.
My cock can be a bastard however, quite difficult to ignore when every single mewl and moan she utters seems to be directly connected with every pull in my groin and every surge of blood flowing downward.
I can feel her becoming sopping wet, her pussy growing plumper by the second, the smell of her arousal surrounding us in a cloud of lust.
I dream of tasting her sweetness, of burying my rigid cock inside her and the mere fantasy is enough to make me even harder.
“God, love! You’re so hot, so ready for me and so bloody tight! I can’t wait to fuck you, Lara.”
She looks straight into my eyes, her dark, gaze on me. “Please do,” she breathes bowing away from the seat and her voice breaks into a moan when one of my fingers slips inside her compact little pussy, her walls sucking it in, making my balls ache.
I slide my finger in and out while my thumb still rubs her delicate clit and her slippery folds.
It doesn’t matter how many times we have shagged in the last four days, she is still so damn snug it’s always a tight fit, almost a struggle, to get inside of her, but it’s a bloody pleasurable struggle and we both love every second of it.
I lose myself in the vision of Lara’s ecstasy: she is tensing further, her hips still working my hand, her breath torn, her complexion flushed as she reaches her peak with the shuddering cry of my name on her lips.
“Oh, my…” she beams up at me and I lean down to kiss her one more time just as the car starts to slow down and pulls to the curb.
“Thank God we’re at my place, I need to fuck you so badly, I can’t see straight.”
We walk inside at the speed of light. My driver, the night guard and the doorman of the building, all wish us a good night, looking everywhere but at the two of us.
As we reach my private elevator, Lara begins to laugh.
“What?” I ask her, my breathing still labored and my cock so hard I can barely walk.
She shrugs. “I feel like we just strutted through the hall carrying a huge sign proclaiming ‘Yes, we just got hot and heavy in the car and we’re going to fuck as soon as possible, move out of our way.’”
I hug her to me
as we enter the lift. “That’s one damn detailed sign, love. I’m pretty sure we should really have one at hand next time: it would certainly be a great help. We could wave it from the car when we encounter too much traffic!”
She playfully slaps my chest, laughing. “Jerk…”
“If we don’t get naked soon, I just might.”
Lara shakes her head, reaching for one of my hands as I press the single floor-button on the panel, her bottom oh-so-casually brushing my front.
“Someone is impatient…”
“And someone is a teasing little imp...”
As the doors of the elevator close I push the emergency stop button, grab Lara around her hips and lift her in my arms, pressing her to the stainless-steel wall behind us.
“Aston!” she gasps surprised as I undo my belt and move her panties to the side.
“I can’t wait a minute longer. If I don’t get inside you now, I’ll just come in my pants. Is that what you want?”
She giggles, her arms sneaking around my neck. “Not in the least, love.”
Considering our location and the height difference between me and my tiny-in-comparison girlfriend, what I have in mind is not going to be easy, but I’m not one to be discouraged by something as minor as the law of physics.
In an almost gravity-defying act, I thrust inside her at an angle making both of us groan in pleasure and I start to shag her against the elevator wall as if our lives depended on it.
“Oh, Aston, oh, love! Yes… yes… like this… hard… harder… fuck me!”
Her lusty, breathy chant only makes me want her more and I keep on penetrating her as far as I can go, until my balls are touching the inside of her thighs, fucking her as hard as we both need.
When I think I couldn’t possibly go any deeper in this position, Lara wraps her legs tightly around me, drawing me in even further, until my tip bumps her cervix.
I clash my face against hers in a fierce kiss, biting her lip and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the action taking place lower.
I want to fuck her cunt and her mouth at the same time.
I hold onto the railing and use it to leverage myself as I pound into her.
I need to possess her, to be possessed by her. I need for us to be one.
As her hoarse cries and whimpers fill the space, I hear grunts almost feral in nature and I’m not at all surprise this time, when I realize they are indeed coming from me.
Lara grinds her body against mine, her hands gripping my shoulders, her blunt, perfectly manicured nails dig into my back, making me thrust even harder as she reaches her climax, moaning her love for me in my ear.
Her orgasm triggers mine and I thrust one last time into her inviting wet heat, spilling my seed deep inside of her with a growl.
She slumps on me and I have to push us both against the wall to keep our balance, we are shaking from our exertion and after feeling a pleasure like the one still buzzing in my nerves I have more than good reason to doubt my knees are going to hold us up.
“Wow…” she gasps, giving me a wicked grin.
I smile down at her and give a stern nod. “I second that: nothing less than ‘wow’ for you, my love.”
I inch one hand toward the control panel and release the stop button. The elevator jolts back to life and we suddenly burst out in laughter, clinging to each other.
Chapter 14
LARA
I try valiantly to erase the dreamy look I know I have on my face as I walk out of the bakery that is just around the corner from Aston's place, but I just can’t.
Life is too damn perfect right now. I feel like I’ve done little, but love, laugh and smile for the last twelve days and it’s fine by me.
I left the love of my life asleep in the king-sized bed of mammoth proportions that he keeps referring to as ours just over two hours ago to go get some business done down at Intimate Delights and to grab breakfast for us and I already miss him so much it feels like I have been gone for days.
Thank God today he is going to be working from home because I already have withdrawal symptoms.
Especially after this morning. Aston went all caveman on me, practically throwing me on the bed and spent every ounce of his energy pleasing me and making it almost impossible for me to leave him.
I find myself smiling to myself, possibly looking like a fool for everybody walking around me, but I don’t care.
As I go back to all the delicious things he did to me this morning, I find myself speeding up my pace, frissons of anticipations running through me.
I see him clearly in my mind’s eye, utterly gorgeous, naked and aroused as he drops me on the bed and immediately lowers himself onto me.
Our mouths colliding in a deep, long, hard kiss.
He drags his mouth lower, nibbling my chin, licking and sucking on my neck, kissing just above my heart.
He kisses his way up the side of my breast until his mouth is poised for attack over my nipple and then he pauses, teasing me with his hot breath, his lips barely grazing me.
My chest is rising and falling more rapidly, I cry out in impatience, arching my back into his body.
He draws a lazy circle around my nipple with the tip of his tongue, causing my breath to catch in my throat, his name a raspy whisper on my lips.
My fingers prod into his back, kneading roughly as he pulls the tip of my breast into his mouth, spending long minutes suckling and using his tongue to drive me crazy with desire.
One of Aston's hand roves my body, without giving me time to adapt to the sensation before the next assaults my senses, his mouth still at my breasts, switching from one nipple to the other and back again, making the world around us hazy and pale in comparison to what we are feeling together in this moment.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my body to his large one as much as humanly possible. If I could blend as together I would.
“Oh, love, get in me,” I hear myself plead, my voice, heavy with lust, sounds strange even to my ears.
I need more, I want more, some form of relief from the overwhelming wave of pleasure building inside of me.
“I’ve got you, darling…” Aston probably reads my mind —we are that much connected— and gives me what I need, resuming his path down my writhing body.
He places hot, open-mouthed kisses on my abdomen, slowly inching his way lower and I stop breathing for a moment.
When he finally moves between my thighs, I feel like my heart could give out. His tongue twirls over me in a featherlight contact, but it’s more than enough to drive me mad and my hips start to rock against him on their own as I spread my legs further in invitation.
My body is aching for him, I need him closer still, my hand goes to his dark head, playing with his curls as I moan his name.
Aston runs his tongue over me, groaning deep in his throat as if I taste better than anything else in the whole damn world and it makes me so hot, I’m pretty sure my wetness is dripping down the sheets.
He gives me one long, torturous lick from entrance to clit, making me twitch and moan and then he sucks on it as I rock myself against his face.
The feeling is exquisite, familiar and yet somehow always unexpected, maybe my brain is incapable of memorizing such a sensation in its entirety.
The pleasure builds and builds inside me, like a hurricane, a tidal wave of ecstasy and then it bursts in my pussy, gloriously tingling under every inch of my skin.
Aston moves up again and kisses me without giving me a chance to recover my breath, I taste myself on his mouth and my core clenches around a painful emptiness.
I need more. I need all of him.
“Aston…”
We kiss for a long moment as I allow my hands to caress the length of Aston's muscular body, my fingers tremble across his broad shoulders and down his long back, then they slide around to gently stroke his firm erection.
He groans and I feel it to the tips of my t
oes as he presses his body into mine and I push back, meeting him move for move.
I wind my legs around him and run my foot up and down what I can reach of his calf, my fingers digging into his curls.
He slides into me with a grunt, thrusting slowly and evenly, making me feel every inch of his impressive cock, stopping only for a moment once he is in all the way.
We kiss again and I move one of my hands off his face and around to his back so that I can pull him closer as I start to move with him, matching his strokes.
Aston moves one hand between us and down to the point where we are joined, his fingers caressing my clit, adding to my ecstasy almost to the point of making me forget my name.
I slip one hand between our bodies as well, so that I can also enhance his pleasure, by rubbing the base of his large shaft and fondling his rigid sack until, we both no longer can keep this slow.
We speed our rocking bodies, racing to our orgasm, Aston going off just a second before me, the feeling of him jerking and exploding inside me enough to make me climax and cry in utter joy.
“Hot damn…” I giggle feeling myself flush to the tips of my ears as I slip inside the building, shaking those thoughts from my sex-addled mind before I oh… I don’t know: faint on the floor?!
I say a rapid good morning to the doorman and literally run to the elevator: I can’t wait to see Aston.
The private lift dings open and I step inside the flat a couple of minutes later.
As soon as I get in, I stop walking and I feel my eyebrows rise to my hairline.
“Um, love?” I call hoping to get an explanation for what I’m seeing.
“Hello, my sweet, you’re back!”
My dashing boyfriend comes out from his office, a nonchalant expression on his slightly smug face.
I move to stand in front of him, more than a little confused.
“Don’t give me that look, Aston. What did you do? I was gone less than two hours!”
He shrugs, flashing those damn dimples to me. “What does it look like I did, Lara?”