Diana Scott - [Stonebridge 01]

by Hidden Treasure (retail) (epub)

  “We're out!” He yells furiously.

  He looks at me frustrated as he pulls up his pants and I duck my head in embarrassment.

  “Are you okay?”

  I can only nod my head as I try to support my trembling legs on the floor.

  “Wait for me to help you.”

  “I can do it alone.” I still don’t look at him.”

  “Anne, it's my fault. I’m sorry.”

  I bend my head embarrassed. I'm not up to hearing about anybody’s guilt. For once in my life I let myself go and they catch us like two uncontrolled hotheads. I’m dying of embarrassment.

  Under my skirt I’m trying to compose myself when Reed lifts my chin. His pants are up but with the zipper still unzipped and a huge bulge between his legs.

  “I'm an idiot for getting you in this situation. You’re beautiful and I couldn’t control myself.”

  “Now I feel guiltier.”

  “And you must feel it, you have me like a buck in heat from the first day I saw you.”

  He approaches me and brushes his erection against my belly as he bites my lip.

  “Sir... I don’t want to be annoying but my boss insists, I'm new and I don’t want any problems.”

  “Let's get out of here before I fuck you right here and I don’t give a fuck if they send the damn army to break down the door.”

  Reed arranges his clothes and opens the latch on the door with astonishing tranquility. He walks imperturbably while I walk with my head down to the table, pick up my purse and go out the door without looking back.

  “Wait I’m paying!” I hear him yell but I don’t turn around. I have to get out of here as soon as possible. I need to take off my clothes, put on my pajamas and drink a glass of wine on my couch. I was caught on the verge of fucking in the restroom of a five-star restaurant and with a man who doesn’t stop explaining to me his different sexual appetites. This is a lot, he is a lot, what happens between us is a lot.

  “Anne... Anne. Stop!”

  “No!”

  I hear him run to get in front of me with his arms crossed and an angry face. Damn six-inch heels that don’t allow me to flee quickly.

  “I'm not asking for your permission,” his breathing is agitated, “I think I'll take you home. I will go for my car and you will wait for me exactly here.”

  “Reed, we’re not compatible... We're better of following different paths.”

  “Like hell we are!”

  My eyes open bewildered and he curses again but this time between his teeth.

  “Don’t even dream that you're going to leave me,” his hand caresses my chin and speaks harshly, “I desire you so much that it hurts. If you think that after what I just felt in that restroom that I'm going to let you go, you're totally drunk. You're going to stay here, I'm going to get my car and when I get back you'll be waiting for me like a good girl. I advise you not to oppose me.”

  “And who do you think you are to talk to me like that!”

  “Anne...” he whispers with restraint, “I've been about to penetrate you in a restroom, I have swollen balls and my penis is as hard as a rock. I'm excited like a fucking wolf in heat, therefore, either you obey me or I swear I'll corner you against that wall, I'll rip that beautiful lingerie you're wearing and fuck you on the street. It's up to you.”

  “Oh...”

  My hands begin to tremble but not from fear. His words didn’t offend me but quite the contrary; his desire excites me even more. My desires grow when I notice this purely carnal desperation. The darkened look because of desire and his tensioned body don’t make him look like an animal, he really is.

  “Anne, I'm not kidding. I'm one step away from my explosion.”

  “I will wait here.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  The trip was so tense. The music played in his black Porsche 911 and neither of us dared to interrupt it. I didn’t look away from the window during the entire trip. What is he thinking? He is insufferable. How can he say the things he says and then ignore me like a damn stranger? Why can I not open my pretty little mouth and send him to hell! What am I supposed to say? By the way Reed, I don’t want to bother you but I forgot to tell you that you make me so hot that I want to do it in this damn car? I want to take off your shirt and rub myself on your bare chest until you leave me breathless, and I would do it if it weren’t because you're a fucking bad-tempered bastard, that doesn’t direct a damn word to me!

  “You can park in parking four. It's mine,” I say in front of the entrance to my house.

  He agrees without saying a word. I’ve screwed up and it's clear he doesn’t want to see me again. In short, it was beautiful while it lasted.

  He gets out of the car with astonishing slowness and goes to my door to help me out.

  “Keys,” he orders by stretching his palm up.

  “What?”

  “Keys,” He raises your hand, making it clear what he is looking for.

  I don’t understand why I obey him but I look for them in my purse and I hand them to him.

  “Thanks,” he closes his fist and with his other hand holds me tightly and drags me towards the door. What the hell is wrong with him? He opens the gate and asks without talking with a nod of his head.

  “First A,” I answer.

  “Good girl.”

  He is smiling? What’s this all about?

  He opens the door to my house as if he had been doing it all his life and, damn my dreams of a woman, but I like him. I’m in trouble.

  “I know that I’ve acted in a very contradictory way and I’m sorry to confuse you but... I still think the same. I'm really sorry...”

  Reed looks at me with brightness in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything at all to me and I feel obliged to clarify again.

  “I'm really not ready to have sex and then forget you. I can’t do that.”

  I see him touching his hair nervously in the doorway and I feel myself dying. Because I'm not even sure of my own decisions!

  “Tomorrow... There's an exhibition... We can have lunch together... Tomorrow.”

  “I don’t understand. You said... no.”

  “I can try...”

  “Could you explain what this is all about?”

  “You want a date, conversation, enjoy and feel, woman... I’ll give it to you... I'll try. I'll do any damn thing you ask me, but please, let's do it now or you're going to drive me crazy.”

  “Do you want to try normal dates?”

  “I’d love to. I want everything you want to give me. Anne, I'm no prize.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Baby, if I wanted you more I’d be in damn hell.”

  I don’t finish asking when he grabs my hand, we go inside and he slams the door shut with his foot. He imprisons me in his arms kissing me desperately and I answer him with the same intense need.

  His heat is a drug that drives my senses crazy. I bring my hands to his soft hair and hold him tightly. It's a fire that burns but I don’t want to let go. He's mine and he's with me. I bite him without thinking and he moans excited. I'm scared of my primitive impulses and I'm thinking of letting go but Reed won’t let me. His hands go under my thighs and he lifts me over his body. I roll my legs onto his hips to hold on while he asks excitedly.

  “Where? Bedroom. Now!”

  “First door on the right.”

  I laugh at his desperation, although to tell the truth, I'm not much better. In a hurried way we reach my bed but he doesn’t let me go. He jumps on one foot to take off one shoe and then the other doing some real juggling while he kisses me on the neck and bites my ear.

  “Take off my shirt,” he orders while I support myself on the bed.

  “If you don’t let me go, I won’t be able to,” my voice sounds agitated.

  “You'll have to make do. I'm not going to let you go and risk you escaping.”

  He falls with me on the mattress and with great difficulty I can undo the first three buttons and remove the
shirt, pulling hard over his shoulders. His body imprisons me with force and his mouth runs through me whole.

  “That’s my girl, now the pants.

  He wickedly smiles and hypnotizes me with his ardor. I put my hands between our bodies while he takes his time taking off my blouse and leaving my skirt curled at waist height. His pectorals are highly marked by tension and his chest is covered with a delicate layer of beautiful dark black that is lost in a delicate line between his boxers.

  When I finish unbuttoning his pants he begins to move until he’s able to drag them down to his feet and take them off. Please, he's magnificent.

  “You're gorgeous,” I say without thinking.

  “You are beautiful. This mole is delicious.”

  I stretch my head back, reveling in the sensations. His kisses run through my breasts while licking each of my freckles in the valley of my breasts.

  “Reed...”

  “Let yourself go,” he kisses me while I take off the bra and he begins to gently bite my nipples. “I need to taste you I can’t explain it, it's crazy but I need to be inside of you.”

  His hand holds the weight of my breast while his mouth nibbles my excited nipple.

  “Baby, I have to see how you cum, I need to feel your eyes on mine when you do it.”

  His hand is inserted between my legs but I don’t feel ashamed. Reed is no stranger; I don’t feel him as such. My dreams imagined him in my dark nights, and my body recognizes him in the gloom of the room.

  “You're soaked... And it's because of me,” his gaze caresses my thighs as he takes off my lace panties, “God bless! It's the same fire red that your hair is.

  “I’ve always liked the Brazilian line style but I can remove it,” I answer ashamed to feel his finger caress the fine line of pubic hair.

  “No! It’s fiery. It drives me crazy.”

  His lips go down to my line of hair and he bites me tenderly. I groan, dragging my head toward the mattress, unable to think of anything other than his mouth tracing the fine line of beauty. He introduces a finger and caresses my inner lips with tenderness making me stir in a cloud of need. I want him desperately; there is no turning back.

  “You haven’t done it for a while.” He assuredly says.

  “That happens to us without partners.”

  He holds me by the waist while he kisses me and savors me with his tongue and introduces a second finger caressing the tenderness of my skin.

  I stretch my hands up to the headboard arching to allow better access. His mouth drives me crazy and I want to fully enjoy him. I swing my restless hips but Reed puts his weight on mine to avoid it. He has me immobilized and at his total mercy but there is no fear. With a quick movement he gets rid of his boxers and I can see him in total plenitude. Great or wonderful are not compliments that do justice to a man like him.

  “You are perfect.”

  “You are beautiful and I have everything for you.”

  “All of you...”

  His finger continues to come and go inside my body making me moan with pleasure. I'm totally wet and ready for him. Slowly Reed stretches completely on my body and I open my legs to receive him completely.

  “Look at me. I want you to look at me when I penetrate you. I want you to cum for me.”

  Reed orders in a soft voice as he caresses me masterfully. I sigh and moan at the same time knowing that I am getting closer. I need to free myself but he needs it too. His eyes are two flames of burning fire that burn my blood. He’s dying of excitement and it’s for me.

  “I need you inside of me, don’t make me wait,” I raise my head to kiss him but I can’t because he is holding my arms up high.

  “And you'll have me, but first you. I want to see how my caresses excite you. I want to see your body arching for me. Cum for me.

  He slides his mouth towards me and kisses me absorbing my moans while his fingers move even faster.

  “God Anne, you're soaked. You’re out of this world. Cum for me.”

  His erection rubs my leg and I nervously moan trying to rub against his body but I can barely move, his body imprisons me completely.

  “Now. Look at me!”

  I open my eyes fulfilling his orders; his command over me is complete.

  Tension seizes my body and convulsions imprison his finger inside me. My gaze meets his and I feel his eyes darken until they burn me. I cannot breathe; I'm agitated with pleasure. My body convulses and I feel myself flying far away. I close my eyes and let myself go but when I hear the noise of a wrapper I open them and our eyes meet again. God, he is so handsome and so masculine that he makes me want him without limits. Everything indicates danger but I can’t think of anything beyond the salty taste of his skin and the warmth of his breath on my breasts.

  “Help me.”

  I look at him smiling and with a desire that begins to burn me again.

  “I'm very bad at putting those things...” I pick up the latex a bit worried.

  “I'll help you. Put your hand on my cock... Yes... Yes so... Perfect. Now go down.”

  My fingers lower the latex carefully as I caress it with premeditated wickedness.

  “Fuck Anne, if you continue like this I'll cum into your hands.”

  “I told you I don’t know how to do this.” I smile mischievously.

  His eyes narrow dangerously as my hand squeezes his penis covered by latex.

  “Guide me,” he orders hoarsely, “take me inside you. I want to have you now; I can’t wait a damn second more.”

  His body above mine leaned against me and I guided him anxiously into the wet folds of my cleft. I groan waiting and his body tightens and enters mine without delay. We are too eager to wait. We gasp at the same time as our bodies enjoy the delicate touch of our skin. Every inch of my body surrenders to his domination producing a pleasure that I didn’t think could exist. Sex, passion and urgency are united in each caress.

  The room, barely illuminated by the light of the streetlights, becomes the refuge of moans and sighs from two beings that can no longer wait.

  “Anne...” he exhales agonizingly as he moves restlessly in and out of my excited body.

  I lift my knees and curl them behind his back to offer him better access and he growls as he bites my neck with hungry passion. Reed is an untamed animal that conquers me with each of his attacks and I surrender to a sea of ​​sensations. When he kisses me, my reality is lost.

  “Baby, open your eyes... Cum with me. Look at me.”

  His movements slow down when he speaks to me and his voice is choked with passion. One of his hands moves between our bodies and begins to caress my clitoris to the rhythm of his sweet thrusts. I shake as our bodies stick sweating and impatient in reaching our own climax.

  “Anne, look at me...”

  I follow his orders and his gaze becomes my trigger. His looks radiate wildness and he envelops me in his desire. Reed is in the same heaven in which I am. We are both agitated and restlessly spasm.

  “You drag me... So inside...” He says in a state of pure agony.

  “Because I adore you...”

  “God, baby.”

  His finger begins to spin hard on my clitoris and my insides contract to absorb him even more inside. I look at him trying not to close my eyes as he asked me to and I notice the brightness of triumph in his eyes. His lips rush over mine to absorb my moans as I sob defeated.

  “Fuck... Yes.”

  His body enfolds me with force and without any reserves, while sweat slips down his forehead and our bodies sound wet when he collides with me. A moan escapes me almost painful made by the power of his hips and my own climax is enhanced by his impatience.

  “Fuck, yes... Yes baby... Yes.” I scream as his hips hit my body and his hands grip my waist to imprison me against him. I look at him and see his eyes clouded by the uncontrolled passion to reach his climax.

  “Anne...” He whispers while he empties in my body with uncontrollable spasms.

  I hug him while we
both try to catch our breath.

  His body lies fully prostrate on mine as he recovers blowing great breaths of air on my neck. Silence is recovered again with too many sensations to comment on.

  “Anne...”

  “Don’t speak.”

  He should feel the same because he carefully moves away to separate our bodies and leaning on one side he pulls me firmly on his chest. There are no words that can explain what just happened between us and if there are words this is not the time to clarify them.

  I settle into his arms, enchanted with life. I don’t want to think beyond this moment. My woman's soul has been so long without feeling wanted that I can’t help but feel proud to have this Adonis in my bed. Yes, dear high school sweethearts! Those of you who called me carrot head and enjoyed making me cry. I have an Olympian God in my bed. Self-esteem, jumping with arms raised.

  Distracted in my proud thoughts I begin to caress his torso marked by exercise and I reach the base of his penis that shudders with anticipation. Reed smiles with his full lips and I love being the recipient of such an honor.

  “You're going to kill me...” I look at him amused while I caress him sensually.

  “I don’t understand.”

  I squeeze my hand on his erect penis and we’re ready for a second fight.

  “Baby, don’t play with me. I think I’ll burn you.”

  “My perfect man, it's too early even for you.”

  “You’re challenging me?”

  He leans on my body and presses his hips to mine. His lips cover my breasts with a little more tranquility and I fall back onto the mattress, anticipating the delicious end that awaits me. His kisses cover my belly and I try to move and change position. I want to kiss him on every corner of his wonderful body but Reed doesn’t allow it. The pressure of his body is even stronger.

  “It's my turn,” I say with a sad face.

  “I don’t give up control. You’ll have to win it.”

  “Yes? And how do I go about it?”

  “When you leave me so exhausted that I can’t move, then I'll give you a turn.”

  “I’ll take your word on it.”

  His lips smile and my heart stops. The sadness in his eyes has been erased and the mischief replaces it, please, he is so seductive that I am only able to dream in an eternal night where the sun never wakes us up. I open my legs and offer him full access to my body that he takes over instantly. His erect penis enters with force again and again.