by Piper Reeds
Then his hand—oh my, that glorious hand—started creeping up my thigh. I’d never been so intoxicated by a man’s touch. The room was filled with people, but it was like we were the only couple in the room. I wanted more, and without thinking about the consequences of my actions, I uncrossed my legs and let his hand drift even further. I’d never done anything so brash, ever. It was wrong and naughty, but it felt so damn good. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t notice when the bartender approached us. As he sat my glass of wine on the counter, Michael discretely removed his hand from between my legs. I thought our little exploit had gone unnoticed, until I spotted a knowing smirk flash across the bartender’s face as he turned and walked away. Any other time, I might’ve been embarrassed, but at that moment, I was too aroused to care.
I reached for my glass of wine, and after drinking almost half of it, I turned to him and said, “I think I’m going to need another.”
After I finished my second glass of wine, Michael leaned toward me, and as a spark of desire flashed through his eyes, he asked, “Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I nodded, and after he paid the tab, he reached for my hand and led me over to the elevator. We were both lost in the world of our own thoughts, and neither of us spoke as we made it up to our floor. Once we arrived at the room, he opened the door, walked in ahead of me, and quickly vanished in the darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, so I ran my hand along the wall as I searched for the switch. Before I could find it, I heard him say, “Leave it off, Grace.”
The sound of his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck prickle against my skin, and my voice trembled as I answered, “Okay.”
As I stepped further inside the room, the light from the hallway slipped through the crack of the door and revealed his silhouette standing across the room. As soon as I closed it behind me, we were both encased in complete darkness. I might’ve been scared, standing there in the pitch black, but fear was the last thing on my mind. I was too busy listening as he said, “Are you still feeling nervous?”
“A little.”
“When we were down at the bar, did you like having my fingers inside of you?”
I gasped when his hand slipped around my waist. His broad chest pressed against mine as he pulled me closer. “Um… hmm.”
He lowered his mouth to my ear as he asked, “Did you like knowing that at any moment, someone might see what I was doing to you?”
A thrill shot through me as I answered, “Yes.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
His voice was strained and full of need, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to be any more turned on than I was. I eased up on my tiptoes, placing my mouth close to his ear as I whispered, “Tell me.”
“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I do you.” He carefully unfastened the belt on my jacket, letting it fall open, as his fingers trailed over my hips and down my back. His large hands made me feel small and delicate, like my body was made just for him. There was no hesitation in his movements. He touched me like he owned me, and I’d never felt so desirable. The heat of his breath tickled against my skin as he whispered, “You’re absolutely amazing.”
My fingers roamed over his perfectly-toned chest and wound around his neck as I pulled him even closer. “Kiss me, Michael.”
He leaned over me, and as soon as his mouth covered mine, my mind went blank. All my doubts and insecurities washed away, and I became absorbed in the moment. His tongue delved into my mouth, and a mix of bourbon and mint danced across my taste buds. As he deepened the kiss, my coat dropped to the floor, and I gasped as he took a step forward, taking me with him as he pinned me against the wall. I felt his hard cock pressing against my hip, and a rush of desire flooded over me. “Tonight, I’m going to push your body to the limits in every way.”
I was overcome with the need to feel his bare skin on mine, to feel his hard body against mine, and to finally feel him inside me. Impatience took over as my hands dropped to the buttons of his shirt, hastily unbuttoning them one by one. Once I was done, I eased it off his shoulders and let it fall uselessly to the floor.
When I reached for the buckle of his pants, his fingers wrapped around my wrists, stopping me as he forced them behind my back. His mouth dropped to my neck, and he kissed and nibbled the sensitive area just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he growled, “It’s taking everything in me not to throw you onto that bed and bury myself in your tight pussy.”
“Please,” I pleaded. Seconds later, I was cradled in his arms as he carried me over to the edge of the bed. He carefully lowered my feet to the floor, and my entire body hummed as he reached for strap of my nightie. He gently slipped it down over my shoulder, exposing my bare breast, and as he kissed along the curve of my neck, my entire body burned with need. I was too consumed with desire to even notice that my nightie was suddenly gone, and I was standing before him completely naked. His hands suddenly became greedy as they roamed over every inch of my body, and seconds later; I found myself lying on the bed with him hovering above me.
I gasped as he took my nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue flicked over my hardening nub, teasing me with expertise before moving to the other side. My nipples tingled and a rush of pleasure surged throughout my body with every flick of his tongue. “You are so fucking perfect. Every fucking inch of you.”
Ever so slowly, he trailed a line of delicate kisses down my stomach, making me squirm with anticipation. I let my legs fall wide, giving him access to everything he wanted, and closed my eyes as I waited for him touch me. My muscles tensed and my breathing quickened as he hovered over me, using only the heat of his breath to caress me. His fingers softly caressed my inner thigh, teasing me as they drifted closer and closer, yet never actually reaching the spot I wanted them most. I tried to contain myself, but it was all too much. I needed more. I needed him to touch me, and I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. My hips gyrated forward, urging him on, but the wait continued. I could feel the stubble of his day-old beard rake against my skin as he growled, “Grace.”
“Um hmm.”
“Tell me what you want.”
He was tempting my mind while he made my body wait. I placed my hands on his head and groaned. He knew exactly what I wanted, and as I raked my fingers through his hair, I had to fight the urge to push him toward me. “You know.”
“You have to tell me,” he growled, as he let his fingers run up my inner thigh, brushing just past my center once again, but not letting me have what he knew I desperately wanted. “If you don’t say the words, I’ll just keep teasing you until you do.”
“I…” His hand drifted closer, and my breath caught when I thought he was finally going to touch me, but once again, he just teased me. “Umm.”
“I know you can do it, Grace. All you have to do is say the words.”
His hands were tormenting me, tearing away at all my inhibitions, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I want you to touch me, Michael. I want your mouth on me and your fingers inside me.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, as his tongue brushed firmly against my clit, and a shock of pleasure rushed through my entire body. There was something empowering about the way he touched me. Like a man possessed, his touch was firm and demanding, and it felt so damn good—better than I could’ve ever dreamed. As his warm, wet mouth clamped down around me, my body went into complete sensory overload, and every nerve in my body tingled. My back arched against the bed as jolts of pleasure surged through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I realized he was just getting started. My breath quickened and my pulsed raced as the heat continued to build inside of me.
“Wait…I’m…” I gasped, but he didn’t wait. Instead, his fingers delved inside me, twisting and turning as he dragged them firmly across my G-spot. With each twirl of his tongue, with each flick of his finger, he brought me closer and closer to the edge, and to my surprise, that familiar tingling sensation began to churn
in my abdomen. It was a feeling I’d only felt with the intense vibrations from my vibrator. I’d all but given up on a man giving me that same sensation, but there was no mistaking my approaching release.
“Oh, God,” I panted as his tongue raked firmly against me. I could feel the storm of pleasure brewing inside of me. My hips jerked forward as my body clenched firmly around his fingers. After few more grazes of his tongue, my orgasm took hold—my first orgasm brought on by a man. It was mind-blowing, and my entire body started to quiver and shake uncontrollably. There was no doubt that he knew I was coming as I writhed beneath him, but he didn’t stop. My fingers tangled in his hair as I held his head shamelessly in place. He continued to tease me relentlessly, intensifying my orgasm, and I shouted out, “Michael! Oh, God! Michael.”
“That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” Hearing him say the words had me spiraling out of control. I was floating on the high of my release, relishing the moment of bliss, and with my eyes still closed in a haze of pleasure, I heard him say, “Better than I could’ve imagined.”
I was still fighting to catch my breath as I felt him stand over me and reach for the lamp. The light blinded me for a moment, but once my vision cleared, I was able to see him—all of him. Looking at him in all his glory, with his perfectly sculpted body, made me think of that Ryan Gosling movie—the one where he’d picked up some cute redhead from a bar, and as soon as he took off his shirt, she told him he looked like he’d been photoshopped. I suddenly understood exactly where the girl was coming from and said, “Umm…You can turn the lights off now.”
“Oh no, darling.” His lips curled into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “I missed seeing you come the first time. There’s no way in hell I’m going to miss the next.”
CHAPTER 8
Michael
I’d never seen anything more beautiful than her sprawled across the bed, beaming with the afterglow of her orgasm. Her body was like a wonderland, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. I could’ve spent the entire night just gazing down upon her, but my cock had other plans. It was pulsating against my zipper, begging for some reprieve, and the just thought of being inside her was more than either of us could take. With her watching my every move, my hand dropped to the buckle of my pants, and her eyes widened as I slowly lowered the zipper. After I took a condom from my back pocket, I lowered my pants, along with my boxer briefs, down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. I tossed the condom on the bed, and with her eyes locked on mine; I took my aching cock in my hand and gave it a hard squeeze, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pressure. I felt the raging pulse against my fingers as I slowly began to stroke it, groaning out a curse as I felt it continue to harden in my grip. Grace watched the motion of my hand as she eased up on the bed, licking her lips like a hungry predator.
As I continued to stroke my cock, I asked her, “Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.” Her eyes were still focused on my cock, as she whispered, “It’s so big.”
“It’s no more than you can handle.” Her teeth raked across her bottom lip as she continued to watch my every move. “Tell me what you want, Grace.”
She eased over to the side of the bed as she answered, “I want you to come here.”
As soon as I reached the edge of the bed, she reached for me and replaced my hands with her own as she took hold of my cock. I felt the warmth of her tongue rake against me before she took me in her mouth, lowering her wet lips over the shaft. My dick looked even bigger as it entered her small, delicate mouth, and as much as I wanted to watch, the sight of her sucking my cock was more than I could take. Fearing I’d come too soon, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation of her touch. Her mouth was heaven-sent, warm and wet, and I had to fight the urge to reach for the back of her head, forcing her to take me hard and fast. Her tongue twirled around the head of my dick, teasing me as her hand reached for my balls, gently squeezing them as she took me deep once again. Overcome with the need to touch her, I leaned forward, cupping her breasts in my hands, feeling their fullness in my palms as I ran my thumb across her nipples. Her moan vibrated against my cock, making me even harder as she continued to work me over. Her caresses were long and firm as she took me further into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
After just a few more strokes, I pulled back. Disappointment crossed her face as I removed my cock from her mouth. I place my hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “As much as I love having you suck my cock, I need to be inside you…now.”
Her eyes never left mine as she eased back onto the bed with her legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her wet pussy. Her eyes filled with lust and desire as she watched me slide the condom down my long, hard shaft.
I looked down at her and asked, “Are you ready for me, Grace?”
As I lowered myself between her legs, she answered, “I’ve never been more ready.”
A small smile of relief spread across her face as I centered myself at her entrance. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me to her, and coiled her arms around my neck. I felt her tremble beneath me as I brushed my cock against her clit. She gasped as I slid into her tight, wet pussy, and I had no doubt that she could feel every inch of my hard cock. Giving her time to adjust to my massive dick, I paused for several breaths, using the moment to relish the warmth of her—the wholeness I felt being inside her.
I started to move, slowly at first, as I began to ease in and out of her. Each and every move was meticulously slow and forceful, and inch-by-inch I drove my cock deep inside her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was simply amazing, and I knew then that one night wasn’t going to be enough. Like she could read my mind, her nails raked across my back as she groaned, “More.”
More was exactly what I intended to give her. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!” she pleaded.
I placed my hands on her hips, rolling her over onto all fours. I eased my fingers between her legs, slipping deep into her pussy as I coated them with her wetness, and as I withdrew them, I gently ran the tips of my fingers between her cheeks. As I eased my cock back inside her, I slipped two fingers into her perfect, tight ass. I had no idea if it was something she would like until her ass jetted toward me, forcing my fingers further inside her. I ground my hips against her pussy until I found the steady, hard pace that she’d asked for, slamming into her even more fully than I had before. As I eased my fingers in and out of her puckered opening, she lowered herself down on the mattress. She met my every thrust with an eager jolt of her hips. I began to drive deeper, harder, and her head reared back as she moaned, “Yes! Michael Don’t stop!”
“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me. She panted wildly, and I knew she was close to the edge. I wanted to see her orgasm take hold, to hear the little sounds she made when she came, and watch her body grow rigid as she found her release. She was in a heated daze as I rolled her over, once again, with her back flat against the mattress. As I drove back inside her, again and again, her thighs clamped down around my hips when I tried to increase my pace. But it was futile. I knew she wouldn’t be able to stop the inevitable torment of her building orgasm. Her nails dug into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, and I could feel the pressure building, forcing a growl from my chest.
The muscles in her body grew taut, her chest stilled as she held her breath, and her hips arched off the mattress. “Oh, God. Michael…I’m coming!”
Seconds later, her pussy spasmed around my cock, and I heard the sound of air gushing from her lungs. As her body grew limp, I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers echoing throughout the room. I could feel my own release building deep inside my gut, as my hands dropped to her ass. I lifted her hips and drove deep inside her, holding myself there as I finally came. I lowered myself down on the mattress next to her, and we both lay there silently for several minutes as we tried to catch our bre
aths.
When she finally pulled herself out of her orgasmic haze, she rolled toward me and said, “That was incredible.”
“So, you didn’t fake it?” I teased. There was no doubt in my mind that her orgasm was real.
“Are you kidding? There’s no way I could fake that. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told her as I reached for her, pulling her over to my side.
“It was amazing.” She rested her head on my shoulder as her hand roamed across my chest. “You’re amazing.”
I looked down at her and my chest tightened. Having her in my arms felt right, like she was meant to be there. While the sex with her was out of this world, I found myself wanting more. I didn’t just want her body—I wanted her heart. Looking for an excuse to keep her there longer, I asked, “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.” As she propped herself up on her elbow, she said, “I don’t think I’ve eaten all day.”
I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the hotel’s menus. “Well, I can certainly rectify that. What would you like?”
“Anything is good with me.” She bit her bottom lip as she reached for the coverlet at the end of the bed, quickly wrapping it around her as she stood up. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Of course not.” I decided not to give her a hard time about covering herself, and let her have her moment of modesty. As she started for the door, I asked, “Are you sure you’re good with anything?”