Inspired by Night: - a sexy new age romance

by L E May

  ‘It’s always nice to take the costume off at the end of the day.’ He sighed happily.

  ‘Costume?’

  ‘This smart stuff, it looks good but it’s not soft and cosy.’ He was right about it looking good, I’d always loved his dress sense; his fitted suits, his tight jeans, his shirt and tie.

  ‘Why do you wear it then, if it’s not comfortable?’

  ‘I like how it looks, and I like to have a distinction between my formal work clothes and my personal life.’ He shrugged.

  ‘Well, just so you know I don’t expect you to dress smart for work.’ I smiled. ‘In fact, I’d find it much less distracting if you looked less attractive in the office.’ I grinned.

  ‘Oh you think I look hot in my smart work costume?’ He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me, his eyes bright with humour.

  ‘I imagine you’d look hot in –’ I scanned the room for inspiration and spotted the plastic bag of presents ‘– a bin bag.’ I giggled.

  ‘A bin bag?’ He followed my gaze and moved to the bag, tipping the presents out onto the floor, ‘now how exactly do you imagine I’d wear this? Toga-style perhaps?’ I shook my head and wrinkled my nose – a toga just conjured up images of rugby players in the student union.

  ‘I was thinking more like a sarong.’ I laughed at the look on his face, a mixture of disgust and amusement.

  ‘Show me,’ he whispered, and I felt my stomach turn itself upside down in excitement. There was only one way this was heading. I stood up and walked towards him, his eyes caught my gaze, the amusement evident as he smiled at me, waiting.

  I reached out to unbutton his shirt, slowly, deliberately, not wanting to fumble in my desire to undress him. I slid my hands beneath the material and over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his arms and removing the sleeves from over his hands. I was so close to him, his skin was smooth, lightly tanned and taut, his stomach muscles rippled as his breathing became shallower. A small smattering of hair covered his chest. I breathed in his scent and pressed my lips to him, trailing kisses across to his nipple and surrounding it with my lips, my tongue teasing the little mound. He caught his breath and I heard the bin bag drop to the floor as his hands reached round me, pulling me against him, stroking my back as his hands lifted my top exposing my skin, I raised my arms as he pulled the top over my head and dropped it to the floor, returning my hands to his body and running them across the smooth skin of his chest, tracing the contours of his back and moving down towards his bottom. I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his trousers.

  I felt his hands in my hair, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as he gently pulled my head up to face him. Immediately his mouth covered my lips, his tongue darting into my mouth to find mine as they twirled around each other. He sucked on my lower lip, his teeth grazing, creating sensation after sensation that spread through my body. His hands moved down my spine, leaving a trail of heat as they descended my lower back.

  Oh my God, that tickled! I felt a giggle bubbling up inside me and buried my face into his chest. He cupped my bottom, squeezing it playfully before suddenly lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the edge of the bed, laying me down gently where he rained kisses all over my face, marking a path from my lips along my jawline to my ear and down my neck. He ran his tongue along my collarbone and weaved his fingers into my hair as his lips locked around my nipple, teasing it with his tongue, his teeth gently pulling it as it hardened and extended under his touch. His fingers mirrored his action on my other nipple pinching and twisting, until they were both hard. I gasped with the overload of sensation as ripples of desire flooded through me, beating a path to the centre of my pleasure.

  His hands moved lower, his tongue circling my belly button and I giggled as his hair tickled my skin. He looked up at me grinning.

  ‘Is this OK?’ He whispered. He looked so handsome, smiling up at me, his eyes full of lust and desire. Yes! Don’t stop, for God’s sake! I nodded, closing my eyes as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and pulled my trousers down from under me. His hands moved slowly along my skin, his lips planting soft kisses along my inner thigh, I gasped as his nose pressed lightly against my clitoris and involuntarily squeezed my thighs together. He yelped as his face was squashed against my other thigh. He moved his hand, his thumb running up the inside of my leg, gently prising my legs apart and taking a deep breath.

  ‘Sorry,’ I gasped.

  He grinned and moved his thumb gently across my clitoris in small circular movements. Too hard, my body instinctively shrunk away from him and he stopped, he watched me with interest as he touched me lightly, like a feather. I jumped as it tickled me, too soft, he changed his movement and as my body adjusted I felt pleasure shoot through me. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Well that’s new, was he paying attention to my reactions? I gasped again as his finger found its way into my opening, sinking inside me while his thumb continued to rub against me. I couldn’t describe the sensations, my body felt electric, my skin tingled, all my nerves rerouting to one place in my body. I stretched my arms out, grasping for something to hold on to, and felt his hand take mine, our fingers tangled together as I squeezed.

  My hips started moving against the rhythm of his finger as I created some friction, I could feel my orgasm building and I knew I was close but I didn’t want it to end, I wanted this to last forever. I felt his tongue running along the length of my clitoris, flicking needles of pleasure through my lower body as his fingers moved inside me, picking up speed. I arched my back and tensed my thighs as my orgasm came crashing through me, my hips bucking quickly against his hand as he kissed my stomach and thighs, cooling calming kisses as my body finally relaxed. I watched fascinated as he slowly pulled his finger from inside me, his eyes holding mine as he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked my juice off his finger. I screwed up my face in mild disgust and then laughed. It seemed ridiculous, the sort of thing you’d expect from a porno but not in real life. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

  I smiled back at him as I lay there waiting for my breathing to slow, I knew I had to return the favour but I was just so sleepy now. How long can I put this off? I wondered sleepily. I could feel him watching me as his hand stroked my stomach, trailing fingers making their way to my breasts. I groaned inwardly, and I held out my hands for him to pull me up. He held me against him as I covered his mouth with mine, tasting myself on him, I sucked his top lip between mine and teased my tongue down his neck, trailing kisses across his chest, mirroring his earlier actions. I caught his nipple between my teeth, flicking my tongue over the flat edge as it hardened in my mouth. I moved to the other nipple, curling my tongue around it as it stiffened.

  My hands dropped to the fastening on his trousers, loosening the waistband and sliding my hands inside his underpants, forcing them both over his bottom and down his thighs. I dropped to my knees as I pulled his pants down to his ankles and ran my hands up the back of his legs up to his thighs to squeeze his bottom. Reaching up to trail kisses up his inner thighs, his hands snaked into my hair, twisting it around his fingers as his breathing became shallow. I hope I do this right. He gasped as my tongue ran up the length of his erection, tasting the tip of the shaft and running back down again. He moaned gently as I flattened my tongue, pressing firmly as I ran up to the top and opened my mouth to pull him inside me, my lips tight around his hardness as I moved him deep into my mouth and slowly out. He gasped and my tongue flicked across the head and back down the side as I drew him inside me again. I’m doing something right. His hips bucked as his hands tightened in my hair, holding my head as I released him again. He moaned as he pulled himself away from my lips and tugged me to my feet, covering my mouth with his. His hands crushing me against him.

  He stepped out of his trousers and pushed me onto the bed. I watched as he retrieved a foil packet from his trouser pocket and shivered with anticipation as he rolled the condom onto his penis and climbed on to the bed, moving my legs apart as he reached over me,
his face level with mine, his arms holding himself above me, his eyes holding mine, searching for permission. I lifted my face to his, catching his mouth with mine and pulling him towards me, his tongue filling my mouth as his hand held my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and stared into his eyes, waiting for him to enter me. I felt this hand trace a pattern across my clitoris and I gasped, as he sank his finger inside me, opening me up, preparing me. Not well enough though. Oh. My. God. I gasped as he pushed his way inside me, stretching me around him, I closed my eyes, the momentary pain coursed through me. He held himself still, concern filling his face as doubt flashed in his eyes.

  ‘Am I hurting you?’ He whispered. I blinked, not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to lie to him.

  ‘It’s been a long time.’ I smiled, gasping again as he moved inside me.

  ‘Do you want me to stop?’

  Yes! I shook my head, I just needed to get this first time out of the way and then it would all be fine, but jeez, it hurt, I obviously hadn’t been practising enough with the vibrator, or I underestimated the size of his cock!

  ‘I’ll go slowly.’ He kissed me gently as he moved slowly inside, the pain subsided as my body accommodated him and I began to move my hips in rhythm with his movements, his eyes held my gaze as he picked up speed, the sensations building up inside me as I met him thrust for thrust. I could feel a warmth spreading through me with each push as he hit deeper.

  He pulled out of me and pulled me upright, my legs still wrapped around his waist. He lifted me onto him and sank into me again, I felt full, the sensation of his invasion more intense. He thrust into me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. His mouth caught my nipple and sucked, teasing me with his tongue and picking up pace with his thrusts. I tensed my thighs around him and bucked my hips, matching his rhythm. I felt an unfamiliar sensation building inside me and gasped, I think I’m going to pee myself, the faster and deeper he thrust, the closer I felt to urinating. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I cried out as I tensed my muscles trying to control my bladder, it pushed him over the edge, his arms tightened around me as he made one final thrust, tipping his orgasm into me, he gasped, tensing his whole body as it rushed out of him. His body held me still and my bladder returned to normal. Shit, did I wet myself? Or is that what a penetrative orgasm feels like? I had no frame of reference, had it even felt good? I wasn’t sure, perhaps, apart from the fear of peeing myself. That’s going to take some practice.

  I met his gaze as our breathing slowed. His hands reached for my face, his lips planting kisses all over me. He lay me down as he pulled out of me and drew me into his arms, cradling me, his hand stroking my hair as he kissed my temple.

  ‘Wow,’ he whispered. I looked up at him, trying to catch my breath and grinned.

  ‘Wow indeed.’ I laughed. ‘First my project, then my business, and now my heart. I’m trusting you with my entire life, you realise that?’ He nodded solemnly. Tightening his arms around me, I was aware of the feeling of his flesh against mine and I squirmed against him, enjoying the sensation. I couldn’t believe it was happening but there we were enjoying a post-coital embrace. I realised I hadn’t felt self-conscious or embarrassed at all, I just felt desire, and a smidgen of pain and discomfort. I realised that all my past fears were ridiculous, this was Steven, the one man I really trusted. Why had it taken me so long to realise that he was The One? He had never given me any reason to doubt him.

  I glanced up at him and found him watching me, a small smile on his face.

  ‘What are you thinking?’ He whispered curiously, ‘your facial expression has gone through so many changes in the last minute.’ I laughed, embarrassed that he had been watching me so closely but secretly pleased that he was paying so much attention.

  ‘I just had an epiphany I guess, realised something I should’ve known all along.’

  ‘And what was it?’ His expression was questioning but his eyes were still smiling.

  ‘I realised that you’re The One.’ I whispered and fell asleep.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  A knock at my door woke me with a start. I looked around me in a panic, scared we would get caught in bed together but Steven was nowhere to be seen. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity. It made sense that he would have slipped away to his own room after I fell asleep. I liked that I fell asleep in his arms. I smiled as I hugged myself. I still couldn’t believe everything that happened yesterday. I finally realised how I felt about Steven, found out he felt the same and had sex for the first time in nearly six years. I watched the door open expecting Rose and gasped when Steven appeared around the door. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. Something stirred inside me as I admired his body.

  ‘Hey, sleepyhead,’ he teased me, his eyes full of humour. I grinned back at him, ‘I didn’t want Rose walking in on us so I went and made the tea myself, told her we were both already up and packing.’

  ‘What time did you go to bed in the end?’ I was curious how long I’d been sleeping in his arms before he left me.

  ‘I didn’t, I slept here all night, you were so tired even my snoring didn’t wake you up.’

  ‘I don’t believe for a second that you snore. Mr Perfect at Everything.’ Perhaps this was his way of saying I was snoring.

  ‘Hey I gotta have some flaws, why not snoring?’ His face was serious, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his humour.

  I snuggled deep under the covers and hugged myself again, I was so pleased he had stayed all night. Our first night together. So much for taking it slow. I didn’t care, I’d wasted enough time and I didn’t want to waste another second.

  ‘What’s the plan today?’

  ‘I want to be on the road by noon, try and get us home before it gets dark. Tonight I’m taking you out for dinner and I’m not taking no for an answer.’

  I pouted. ‘Oh I see, you think you’re the boss of me, do you?’

  ‘Well you get to be the boss at work, seems only fair that I get to be the boss at home.’ He grinned.

  I considered this for a moment, and agreed. My mind briefly wandered to Chris, his soft, commanding voice as he told me what to do. I shook my head to clear the memory.

  Steven placed two mugs of tea on the bedside table and crawled inside the covers, lifting his arm to invite me under as he rested it across my shoulder. His hand idly stroked my arm as I reached across to rest my hand on his stomach. My face was tantalisingly close to his nipple and without thinking I stuck out my tongue to see if I could touch it. I smiled to myself as I saw it tighten up and felt his arm tighten around me.

  I casually moved my hand across his stomach, sliding down as I went from side to side. I felt his body tense as I touched him and suddenly he was on me, pinning me down under his weight as his lips found mine, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands slid under his shorts, pulling them down urgently, my desire for him overwhelming me. I didn’t care about the foreplay, I just want to feel him inside me again, our bodies intertwined, becoming one.

  ‘Are you sure?’ He whispered, I kissed him urgently in response, desire welling up inside me. The sight of him was enough to arouse me and the feel of his soft, smooth skin beneath my hand was too much to bear, I needed him inside me. He pulled away and leant over the side of the bed, fumbling with his trousers. I heard the sound of a foil packet as he tore it open and gazed up at him in anticipation. He kicked off his shorts and crawled towards me, his intense gaze holding mine. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his features, his piercing eyes full of lust, the tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the smattering of shadow across his jaw and his hair, flopped over his face, casting a shadow across one side. He looked beautiful, dangerous, and sexy as hell.

  ‘Turn over,’ he whispered. My muscles clenched with longing as I heard his quiet voice, commanding me. My heart thumped in my chest as the natural comparison hit me but I shook it off. I rolled onto my stomach and shivered as I felt Steven hover above me, trailing kisses
along my back. I felt his knees parting my legs as he settled between them. ‘Push up,’ he instructed, and I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. I felt him stroking my bottom and my muscles tensed as shivers of anticipation coursed through my nerves, sending tingles up my spine. I felt his soft lips pressing against the small of my back, his kisses following the path down to my bottom, I squirmed with embarrassment as I felt his tongue exploring my anus, gross, there’s no way I’m doing that to him, what if he farts in my face?

  Suddenly I felt a bubble of laughter rise inside me and my shoulders started shaking as I tried to suppress it but the giggle burst forth loudly. I sensed him rise up and sit back on his feet.

  ‘What are you laughing at?’

  I collapsed onto my stomach and rolled over to look at him, ‘Nothing, I’m sorry, please carry on.’ I placed my legs either side of him.

  ‘Are you laughing at me? Am I doing something wrong?’ He looked uncertain, I’d never seen Steven look unsure of himself.

  ‘No, it was just something popped into my head, it was silly, please forget it.’

  He leant over me again his lips pressing against me, his tongue flickering across my clitoris. A bubble of laughter threatened again and my stomach tensed.

  ‘Seriously, Ols, what’s so funny?’

  ‘It’s really juvenile,’ I protested.

  ‘Well you do like to remind me how young I am, so I’ll probably find it hilarious.’ He was getting irritated and I felt bad. This was not going as I had expected.

  ‘I’m sorry, OK? I just found myself picturing the look on your face if I’d farted while you were down there.’ I cringed as I said it, ‘I mean obviously I wouldn’t cos I don’t do that sort of thing,’ I smiled innocently.

  Steven stared at me as he digested my words, I held my breath waiting for him to respond, when suddenly a laugh snorted out of his nose and he fell forward giggling, his shoulders heaving with mirth.