His hands moved up to her face, cupping her cheeks. His fingers slowly moved over her skin, as if learning her contours. His kiss was tender, delicate, yet at the same time, one of the most passionate she had ever experienced. How could such a light touch ignite such desire? She lifted her hands to his head, feeling his hair beneath her fingers. She could stay in this kiss forever.
He released her lips, only to touch his lips over her face, covering her skin in tiny kisses. She filled her nostrils with his scent. She’d heard of pheromones, but she’d never become aroused by someone’s scent before Dan. More than cologne, more than aftershave, it was simply—him. He kissed across her forehead, then the tip of her nose, before coming back to her lips, a delicate touch first, then a deeper investigation. She opened to him eagerly, their tongues circling in a duel of delight.
She indulged herself in him, yearning to have him completely. She rolled her tongue around his, moaning at the sensations flowering within her at the mere touch of their lips together.
Dan ran his hands up and down Stacie’s back. Shivers blossomed and she fell back onto the bed. Dan followed her, keeping his lips connected to hers, half-covering her body with his. His body heat penetrated her clothes and when he rested his hand on her waist, her body trembled. She wrapped her leg around his and her arms around his back, clinging to him, holding him close. She never wanted to let him go.
He insinuated his right hand under her top. His fingertips were freezing and she shivered, aware of her nipples peaking. Dan moved his lips away from hers, moving across her right cheek, then slowly to her earlobe, gently using his teeth and breath to inflict delicious torture. Stacie kept her eyes firmly closed, feeling him wandering down to her neckline. He skipped past her breasts—despite her almost thrusting them in his face for attention—sliding down her slender body. He lifted her top and she shivered in anticipation, holding her abdomen tight. He began to kiss around her navel and her breath came short.
Impatient, she sat up and pulled off her top, throwing it randomly across the room before lying back down on the bed. Dan pressed his lips gently against her tummy, moving up inch by torturous inch. When he reached her breasts he again went past them, lifting his body up. Stacie almost cried with frustration. Far, far too slowly, he kissed all the way from one shoulder, down her clavicle to the hollow of her throat, kissing around the little ring of bone there, flicking his tongue over it. Then back up the other clavicle, so snail-like Stacie felt as if she could scream. Back over to the other shoulder, raising a crop of goosebumps as he went. She clenched her inner muscles, feeling her pussy throb.
He shifted position again, moving down her body just a little. He glanced up at her, his eyes huge and dark, then moved his gaze down to her chest. Her boobs rose out of their lace housing, quivering with every heartbeat.
Dan pressed his lips into the soft skin just above her breasts, his tongue darting out, tasting her. Finally! Stacie thrust her breasts at him. He kissed all along the upper curve of both breasts, then went back down to her tummy. She huffed out her breath, starting to get impatient. She sat up slightly, grabbing his top and pulling it up. Dan sat up also and pulled it up over his head.
Seizing her chance, Stacie knelt up then swiftly slung one leg over him, straddling his lap. He dropped back onto the bed, shooting her a knowing smile. Stacie leant over him and kissed him soundly, taking hold of his lip with her teeth and pulling it slightly before releasing it. Hunger filled her—she wanted to taste every inch of his divine flesh. She made her way down his body, kissing around his nipples before sucking, hearing him moan.
Stacie moved down his body, pressing her lips around his navel, darting her tongue out to lick the sensitive button, then moving her lips away to blow on the wetness she had left. The fine hairs on his stomach stood on end and he shivered. Just as she was about to move lower, he took hold of her shoulders and flipped her over onto her back. Excitement raced through her, leaving anticipation in its wake.
Dan slid down her body, stopping at her breasts. She watched him gaze up at her, then he plunged her breasts together and began kissing from one to the other. Endorphins raced through her and she pushed herself up to him, closing her eyes and throwing her head back into the pillow. The feel of his hands and tongue and lips on her flesh set her nerves afire and her breath caught in her throat. Dan took hold of her bra straps, pulling them down revealing her nipples, erect and ready. He took her right nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it, and teasing it with his teeth. Stacie wailed in pure ecstasy as he used his finger and thumb to gently twist and pull her left nipple.
She was panting, lost in exquisite desire when he stood up and removed his trousers. Stacie sat up, staring directly into his groin, seeing his penis making a bid for escape from his trunks. She reached forward to touch his manhood, filling the palm of her hand with his balls then running her other hand along his long length to stroke it. He pushed himself into her hands and she reached round and took hold of his bottom, bringing him even closer to her.
She pulled his trunks down. His cock reared up, eager for freedom. She placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his manhood, sweeping it up the full length of him, feeling him reacting. Dan moaned aloud as she rolled her tongue round the tip. She cupped his balls in her hand, feeling the warm weight of them within the sac. She wrapped her fingers around his girth, delighting in his firmness. She took the tip of his dick into her mouth. He cried out with pleasure and his body jerked involuntarily as she took his manhood deeper, flicking her tongue over the end. Dan reached down to play with her nipples, pinching and adding naughty twists, sending her senses into eruption.
Dan took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He unfastened her jeans and tugged them down, pulling her panties with them. She sat her naked bottom on the bed and he pulled them off her feet, throwing them away. She wriggled backwards onto the bed, ripping off her bra and discarding it before taking up position at the pillow end. He pulled off the trunks that she’d left at half-mast round his thighs then climbed onto the bed and lay next to her. He twined her hair round his fingers and gazed at her before locking his lips to hers. She wrapped herself round him, feeling his body hot against hers—chest to chest, legs to legs, lips to lips. Kissed into submission, she lay catching her breath as he slithered down the bed, opening her legs to him.
Stacie gripped the bed sheet as Dan blissfully kissed around her mound. His lips touched her inner thighs, one then the other. His touch weakened her, her heart skipped beats. She felt his breath on her, driving her wild—she reached behind her to grab the headboard, pushing up to meet him. His tongue touched her lips, tiny licks up and down the sides—she moaned and thrashed her head on the pillow, trying to keep her lower body still for him. His thumbs parted her lips and he touched his tongue to her clitoris, just a little touch, dotting the tip of his tongue down her feminine centre to her pussy entrance and back up again, flicking and licking, sending lightning bolts around her body. She bent her knees, opening herself as wide as she could for him.
Stacie gripped the bedhead so hard it dug into her fingers, screaming out aloud as his tongue flicked over her folds of flesh, sending her to heaven. Dan’s tongue played her clit like a master oboist, he circled his tongue over her most sensitive spot and she danced to his melody. He inserted his fingers into her vagina, forcing her to thrust her hips high off the bed. Dan drove his fingers in and out, wiggling them around inside her. Then he withdrew them, placing them at her lips. She opened her mouth to taste her juices on his fingers, sweet and tangy.
Dan dipped his fingers back in her vagina, sending her rocketing into oblivion. His tongue and fingers wandered her mound, dipping into her slick hole and up to her clitoris, teasing her in all areas, driving her body to heaven.
He licked and sucked on her clitoris, sending her body crazy with pleasure. Her mind was lost, feeling the build up of pleasure, concentrating on his rhythm. Her heart beat faster and her body broke into a sweat. Then that sweet
unsurpassed sensation shot through her body, ripping through her nervous system. She cried and moaned, thrashing her body around, jerking wildly on the bed. Dan carefully eased off on his manipulations as her orgasm ran its course, finally stopping when she flopped back onto the duvet, exhausted.
She opened her eyes to see Dan gazing down on her, his face filled with an emotion she couldn’t identify. He smiled as soon as he saw her looking, so she wondered if she had imagined it.
She reached down and took hold of his cock, running her hand up and down the length of it. He needed no further encouragement. He swung on top of her, his cock touching her dripping pussy.
“Haven’t we forgotten something,” she gasped, regretting the necessity.
He rested his cockhead on her pussy entrance. She moaned, desperate to feel him inside her, but wriggled back a touch. “What,” he growled.
“The condom?”
An eternity passed in a second. Dan’s eyes altered, seeming to grow black as he gazed at her. “I want to make love to you tonight, Stacie. Make love, not have sex. I want to feel your skin against mine, all over.”
The emphasis he placed on those final two words was unmistakeable. Stacie closed her eyes and tried to fight her body which screamed out its agreement.
“Is that wise?” she said in a hoarse whisper.
“I’m clean,” Dan assured her. “All the staff have regular health checks. Are you on the pill?”
Stacie nodded.
“Then, let me make love to you, Stacie. Let me feel you.”
Her body and mind warred. The desperate pleadings of her libido were hard to resist. Ignoring the side of her that advocated caution, she widened her thighs to give him easy access, craving the feel of him within her. His eyes were fixed to hers—drowning her in their depths. He slid smoothly in and groaned aloud, burying his head in her shoulder as he drove into her again and again. Relishing the feel of him bare within her, she clutched his head to her. He seemed curiously suddenly vulnerable. She embraced him and welcomed him as he plunged into her with abandon. He seemed possessed, pounding without heed. He murmured her name as he sank his full length in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his, kissing along his muscular shoulders as he rammed into her before finally slowing, seeming to lose that initial wild need. He raised his head to look down at her, that odd look in his eyes again then dove down onto her breast, sucking eagerly as he continued to fill her, more slowly now. He eased his penis in and out, sucking on her nipple as he slid one hand down to her clit, gently rubbing the still-throbbing bud. She responded instantly with a gasp and a shiver as he used her own juices to slick his thumb and bring her back to readiness. He moved onto the other breast, licking and nibbling at her tender nipple, causing her to shiver and wriggle in his arms.
He climbed off her, crawling up the bed. He turned her to face him, then pressed his body alongside hers, moulding their bodies together. Stacie lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his hip. Dan pulled her into his embrace as he slid his cock in her slick wetness. She met his thrusts, matching his need, ensuring his cock continued to hit where it gave her most pleasure. It only took half a roll for her to be on top, straddling him.
She leaned back taking his cock deep into her, feeling it hitting her most sensitive spot. She rode him frantically, rubbing her own clit. Her body spasmed and she felt her juices pooling between them. He reached up to cup her breasts as she threw her head back, screaming her climax to the unheeding walls. She shook and gasped, eventually flopping over onto his chest.
As her breathing slowed, he rolled her over onto her back, covering her body with his. He kissed her nose, and her lips, before slowly sliding into her slick wetness. She held his head close to her chest as he began to thrust into her, gently at first, then becoming more ardent. He breathed her name as, with one last frantic push, he filled her with his cream, spurting his juice deep within her, his cock pulsing with every strangulated gasp. She gazed up at him as his orgasm ended, his eyes were closed and his face wore a beatific expression. Quite unexpectedly, she felt tears well. She blinked them away, quickly scrubbing at her eyes before he saw. He opened his eyes and smiled down at her, then carefully pulled out before crumpling next to her on the bed. He pulled her to him and kissed her hair. Stacie leaned her head close to his chest, feeling his arms around her. She could hear his heartbeat slowing and his breathing ease. She closed her eyes, wishing this perfect, magical moment would never end.
* * * *
Dan’s watch alarm woke them up the next morning. They leaped out of bed and began scooting around the room to get ready. Dan rang for breakfast. Stacie grabbed a quick shower and then put on her makeup whilst Dan showered.
After breakfast Stacie pulled her work suit out of the wardrobe, along with the blouse she’d worn on Friday. She held it out and tutted over it.
“What’s up?” Dan said, coming over and hugging her from behind, already dressed.
“I can’t wear this. The suit is okay, but I need a fresh blouse, and I don’t have time to go home and get one.”
“I’ll sort it,” Dan said, kissing the top of her head.
“How?” Stacie asked, turning round, but Dan was already disappearing out of the door. She put on her skirt and shoes and had another croissant while she waited. He was only a couple of minutes, coming back with a purple satin blouse in his hand.
“Angel keeps spare clothes in the staff room, in case anyone’s stuff gets dirty for whatever reason. I just grabbed one. Will it do?”
“It’s brilliant, thanks.” Stacie put the blouse on, tucking it into her skirt, then put the jacket on over the top.
She grabbed her bags and they both headed down to the reception.
“Morning Stacie, Dan,” Bailey said.
“Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” Stacie asked Bailey.
“Of course,” Bailey said, passing her a sheet of Desires letter paper and a ball-point pen. She raised her eyebrows in enquiry, but Stacie just took the items over to the sitting area and began to write.
“Whatcha doing?” Dan said, coming to sit next to her.
“Just a letter to Larry, telling him I accept his apology. Time I let him off the hook.”
Stacie signed off and handed Bailey the letter. Hopefully it had taught him a very valuable lesson.
Dan walked her to the door.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye. Again,” she said, wondering what he would say. Last time they said goodbye he had called after her, begged her to stay, paid the club so she could stay. What would he do this time?
“I guess so,” he said, rocking back and forth on his heels, his hands in his pockets. She looked at his face. It gave nothing away.
“Well, goodbye then,” she said.
“Goodbye, Stacie,” he said.
Okay. Was that it? No kiss? No hug? No nothing? Stacie’s stomach twisted and she tried not to show how bitterly disappointed she was. What could she say to that? He said goodbye without so much as a twitch of emotion. She might as well have been a stranger. She whirled and stomped down the steps, almost running to her car. The tears built in her eyes, and she felt sick. She slung her bag into the car and dared a glance back. Dan stood on the porch, watching her.
Now. Now should be the time where he realised his feelings for her and came rushing over to tell her how much he loved her. She waited, watching him for a second, but nothing. He just stood there staring at her. As she watched, he raised his hand in a little wave and gave her a small smile. She lifted her hand in return, and forced the corners of her mouth up, knowing now that this was the last time she would ever see him.
She got into her car, hating herself, feeling her guts were being ripped out her body. She hit the steering wheel with both hands, berating herself. She started the car and maneuvered out of the car park. Sternly resisting the temptation to look back, Stacie left Desires.
Chapter Sixteen
It was Friday. It had been five days since Stacie left Desire
s. She’d gone to work every one of those interminable days, plodding through her tasks, trying to smile as much as possible. But she would find herself sitting at her desk, staring into space, imagining Dan’s face all the time. Why had she never told him how she felt, or ask him how he felt? Why? At least then, even if it had been a negative, she would have known, instead of being in this no man’s land of misery and doubt.
Everyone was buzzing at work. It was the Christmas party tonight. Stacie’d got a ticket, but she’d decided she didn’t want to go. There was nothing worse than seeing other people having fun when you were totally miserable.
“Don’t forget that meeting,” Jayne, one of her colleagues called out brightly, tripping past Stacie’s desk with an armful of files. Bugger! The boss had called another meeting to discuss the abortive meeting from last Friday. Stacie dragged herself off her chair and sat there for a good hour, not listening to a damn word that was said. She just couldn’t shake Dan off, she spent hours picturing his smile, his eyes, his touch—it was making her crazy.
She did consider picking up the phone and rebooking him a few times. But she knew her bank balance couldn’t stand it, especially with Christmas around the corner. That money was better spent on presents. She couldn’t be so selfish as to spend it on her own pleasure. But then, she reconsidered, who put themselves out for her? Her family certainly never made any special effort. Dan did. Not only was he great fun and amazing in bed, he made her feel special, something she couldn’t remember anyone having done, ever. Everything just felt right when she was with him, and wrong when she wasn’t.
Another thought suddenly struck her. What if he was with another woman? He had cancelled a client to be with her, but she hadn’t fully realised what that meant. But now she wasn't there any more, he would be with other women, having sex with other women, kissing other women. Unbidden, visions of him laughing and joking with half a dozen beautiful women filled her mind, him kissing them, touching them, fucking them, and enjoying it.
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