Redemption

by R. R. Banks

  Instead, he pulled away, the presence of his body disappearing from around me. I was disappointed, but then I felt his hands come to the waistband of my panties and he slid them away, easing them off of my legs until I was totally bare and presented to him. The man’s hands pressed my thighs apart and I shivered as the air of the room around me cooled my core. The chill lasted only a few seconds, however, before I felt the man’s mouth close over me.

  I cried out at the sensation of his tongue sliding through my folds and he reached through my legs to press his hand to my belly, drawing me back further against him so that he could continue the dizzying, nearly overwhelming torment. I felt like I was going to shatter when he took his mouth from me and I felt the firm, swollen tip of his cock massaging into the intensely sensitive flesh that he had coaxed forward. I was fully open to him, tingling and aching for him, and an instant later I felt him fill me.

  I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat as I felt his body slam into mine, causing me to stretch to accommodate him. There was a sharp pain and I felt my belly curve in against a deep ache that formed there, but the pleasure was too much for me to care. I heard the man groan, the sound primal and unchained, and I let my knees slide further apart on the bed. This welcomed him deeper and his hips began to thrust into me. The feeling was almost too much for me, making my arms shake until they seemed to fold up beneath me and my upper body dropped to the bed. I could feel my breasts brushing against the comforter with each hard stroke, stimulating my nipples so the sensation increased even further. One of the man’s hands cupped one breast, kneading into it, as the other slid around my hip to rest on my pelvic bone. His finger slipped down and touched my clit, sending another crash of sensation through me and drawing another cry from my throat.

  The man used his hold on me to pull me back and for the first time I realized that he was on his knees on the bed with me. He drew me toward him until he was sitting on his feet and I was straddling his lap backward, riding him as his finger swirled over my taut pearl and his mouth kissed along my neck. I felt like I couldn’t bear the power of the pleasure he was creating within me any longer. I gave my body over to him, finally screaming out as a blinding orgasm tore through me and my entire body tensed, then shuddered as waves of release washed over me.

  The man guided me forward until I was on my belly, bending one of my knees up against the mattress so that I was even more open to him. He plunged inside me harder and pounded into me faster, his animal-like grunts filling the space around us until I could feel my arousal spiraling upward again. With a final growl, he slammed into me, pressing as deeply as he could, and I felt his cock throb, pulsing as my body’s renewed climax drew him further in and milked him.

  I felt his body collapse down onto me, the warmth and pressure of his weight enveloping me. It was strangely comforting and I slipped into sleep to the touch of his lips against my cheek.

  ****

  Holy hell, what have I done?

  I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but when I woke up, my mind was clear and everything that had just happened rushed back to me. We were still sprawled across the bed, one of the man’s arms draped over me almost possessively as I lay on my belly. I eased out from under it and hazarded a look back. He was no longer wearing his mask and I felt my heart leap a little when I looked into his face.

  Dear lord, he’s beautiful.

  Without the mask I could see the strong structure of his face and the thick, long lashes that rested against his cheeks as he slept. His full lips were parted slightly in his sleep and I felt the urge to kiss them, to taste him one more time. Despite being able to see just how gorgeous he was, without the sexy allure of the mask the man became far too real and the sobering reality that I had just slept with a man I didn’t know – that my first time had been with someone whose name I hadn’t even heard – settled in. I climbed out of the bed and walked around to the table where I had seen a pad of paper and pen sitting.

  I grabbed them and crept out of the bedroom and into the front of the room again, wanting to grab my clothes. I slithered into the dress before realizing that my thong was still in the bedroom. Leaning on the counter that surrounded a small kitchen to one corner, I jotted down a note and then rushed back into the bedroom. Taking one last look at the gorgeous man sleeping across the massive bed, I rested the note on the pillow beside him, scooped up my thong, and ran.

  I was all the way back down in the parking deck before I realized that I had no way to get home. I was contemplating how long it would take me to walk when I remembered the cash that I had tucked beneath the insole of one of my heels. I took off the shoe, which I hadn’t even bothered to buckle again, and peeled back the small section of the insole that I had loosened right after bringing them home. I let out a sigh of relief when the corner of the bills appeared.

  Thank the universe for terrifying public service announcement pre-prom assemblies in high school.

  Chapter Six

  Roman

  The sun was streaming into the window, poking my eyelids and waking me up. I groaned and reached my hand toward the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the remote for the drapes. The heavy curtains slid into place, blocking the sunlight and casting the bedroom into blissful darkness. I rolled over and settled back into the pillow, wanting to go back to sleep, not caring what time it was. I had never been one to like to wake up early. When I needed to be at work I was forced out of bed sometimes before the sun even rose, but on the weekends and when I was taking time off, there were times when if I managed to drag myself into the world of the conscious before the cafes started serving lunch it was impressive.

  I was drifting away again when a sudden flash of the night before crossed my mind and the image of the incredibly sexy woman I had whisked away from the party became the only thing I could think about. Maybe a little morning romp with her could get my day started and make this visit home a bit more worth it. I rolled over and reached through the darkness toward the other side of the bed where she had fallen asleep. Instead of feeling her soft, velvety naked skin, though, I only felt blankets. I ran my hand up and down the bed and realized that the covers were cold, telling me that she had been gone for some time. Turning on the light, I sat up and looked around the room. I almost didn’t notice the piece of paper sitting on the pillow. When I did, I picked it up and read it.

  Thank you for giving me the best trick-or-treat of my life.

  Let’s meet next year. Same place.

  That was it. No name. No phone number. No way of contacting her at all.

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