Unentangled

by Katherine King

  Taking another sip of my wine, I watch him as he undoes the rest of the buttons of his shirt, showing his flat, muscled belly.

  My eyes follow the deep V that disappears down underneath the waistline of his pants...

  My mouth waters, mixing with the wine, in my desire to taste him.

  I swallow slowly then lick my lips at the thought of satisfying my every desire for this man.

  He holds my gaze as he walks back to me, taking my wine glass from my hand before I drop it, laying it on a dresser close by. Still holding my gaze, he walks behind me. He prevents me from turning my body by placing his hands on my waist from behind, only allowing my head to turn and watch him.

  He pushes my hair to one side and I close my eyes as I feel him place his lips on my neck, suckling. His hands come up to grasp my breasts through my dress. They swell for him, desperately wanting skin on skin contact.

  I moan and allow my head to fall back on his naked and powerful shoulder.

  He lifts his head, detaching his lips from my neck, as he pushes me forward until I’m standing in front of a full-length mirror. He holds my gaze in the mirror as one of his hands comes up to my left side to slide my zipper down. Loosened, my dress falls away from my chest and Lucas tugs it down until I can step out of it along with my shoes. Holding my eyes once again in the mirror, his hands come up to the front of my bra, easily releasing the clasp, allowing my breasts to spill free. His heated gaze spears through me, even in the reflected image from the mirror and I feel as if I have a heart beat in each nipple.

  I silently beg for his hands to come up and grasp each globe, to gently pinch each throbbing nipple, to make me feel again that feeling that only he can seem to make me feel.

  "Your breasts are so full. I love to watch them as I fuck you," he whispers behind me, not touching me, only watching my face in the mirror.

  "Lucas..." I whisper, about to turn but he prevents me once again by placing his hands on my hips.

  His touch is burning me, inflaming me further.

  I squirm, trying to push my bottom into his erection. Quickly, he slides both of his forefingers into the elastic waistband of my underwear, kneeling behind me as he pushes them down and off my legs.

  He doesn't straighten to a standing position but stays where he is as he whispers, "Lean forward to put your hands on the mirror and spread your legs."

  Unable to deny him, I do as he asks.

  "Fuck..." I hear him whisper as he stares at where our combined liquids from our previous lovemaking is still leaking from my body.

  He straightens quickly and grabbing my hand, he pulls me to his bed, pushing me face down onto it. I hear him remove his clothes and I try to turn. He once again grasps my waist with both of his hands, squeezing me in warning, before tugging me up until I’m on my knees.

  "Look ahead, Emma," he commands quietly.

  I lift my head and realize that he has placed me in a position to watch as he fucks me in the mirror. I writhe, on fire, wanting desperately for him to take me like this as I arch my back, trying to push myself back at the same time to impale myself on him. I see him reach for himself, and I hold my breath in anticipation, again pushing backwards, becoming agitated when he only rubs the tip of himself around my wet opening. I inhale deeply and open my mouth to beg but he quickly pushes forward and I’m suddenly, completely, filled by him.

  "Is this what you wanted, Emma?" he asks, as he watches as my breasts in the mirror. He pulls out to thrust into me once again, his hands tightly holding my waist, allowing my breasts to flow freely back and forth with his movements.

  I’m unable to speak, so I nod instead.

  "Do you have any idea how good you look impaled on my cock, your breasts swinging at my every thrust?" he whispers.

  I moan.

  "You feel so fucking slippery and wet," he groans upon another powerful surge into my body.

  I feel him remove one hand from my waist, to slide down over my abdomen, to rub against my clit. I explode against him, throbbing all around him. He picks up speed after my orgasm, letting himself explode inside of me again. His weight crushes me to the bed as he collapses on top of me and I savor the feeling of the sheer fullness of him, feeling as if he is all around me, completely surrounding me from the inside out. I feel his heavy breathing on my ear as my body comes back to earth, absorbing and loving the feeling of his body on mine.

  "Sorry," he whispers, about to push off me but I reach back with my hand, grasping his ass to hold him there.

  He chuckles as he teases, "Can't get enough now?"

  I wiggle my ass in response.

  He chuckles again, lifting himself slightly to trail kisses over my shoulders. I savor the sensation of him, and of me, being so deeply connected like this as I revel in the feeling of his lips on the sensitive skin of my shoulders.

  "We should shower." I feel his whispered words against my skin.

  I moan, not wanting to move.

  He chuckles, lifting himself from me, disconnecting us as he slowly slides out. When he lightly swats my ass, I roll onto my back and for the first time, I have a look at this beautiful man without any clothes.

  My gaze runs over every indent and defined part of him and I can't believe he wants me. There is certainly no doubt about it as his leering gaze runs over me, settling between my legs.

  I flush, warm again.

  "God, you look good with me seeping from you," he murmurs.

  I bite my lip. His lack of hesitancy to use such erotic descriptions turns me on.

  "We should probably be using condoms," I whisper.

  Shaking his head, he says, "I disagree." Holding my eyes, he continues, "I don't plan on being with anyone else. I'd like it if you'd do the same."

  Holding his eyes, knowing that he is solidifying this relationship between us, I nod as I reply, "I'd like that."

  A grin spreads across his face.

  He leans forward and grasping my hand, he pulls me into a standing position. Wrapping his arms around me for a quick hug, he whispers into my ear, "I’m glad you agreed because there is no way I could share you."

  My heart flutters as I follow him into his shower, my future plans, for now, pushed to the back burner.

  We don't sleep much that night and are still awake when the sun comes up, slanting across our faces in his king-sized bed. We lay there, content and happy, watching it as it rises across the tops of the vines.

  It is in the morning light that I realize exactly how truly stunning his home is. Not big and gaudy, but a sensible sized bungalow, that has been designed to take advantage of the view of the vineyard with Lake Ontario gleaming behind it. I silently pray that I’ll have many mornings, lying here with him, my head on his strong, sculpted chest listening to his heart beat while watching the sun rise. I can't think of a better way to start each day.

  The next two days are the weekend and we decide to take them off to spend the days together. On Saturday morning, we take a trip into town for coffee in Lucas’s black convertible. I’m unable to take my eyes from him, from his hands, as he confidently handles the smoothly purring vehicle, flushing – feeling extremely aroused as I remember how just as expertly he had held me by the waist last night and sunk himself so deeply – and very satisfyingly - inside of me. After parking the car, Lucas tells me to remain where I am, still seated in his car, as he exits and quickly crosses to my door.

  As he opens my door, pleasure helplessly sliding through me at his gentlemanly gesture, I slide out and ask softly - teasingly, “Why do you always feel the need to open my door?’

  He grins, swings the door shut, before pushing me up against it as his hands slide around my neck, up into my hair as he lightly draws his lips over mine. A few soft kisses later, he confides, “A guy gotta have an edge over the competition somehow and impress their girl. Not many guys do that these days and you’re definitely worth impressing.”

  My cheeks flush scarlet, my heart hammering at his use of the words in implying t
hat I’m his girl and I watch his eyes closely as he connects our lips again. My eyes slide close at the pleasure seeping through me – from his words – from the heady feeling of just being with him.

  A few moments later, Lucas releases me and grasps my hand as he takes me to his favorite coffee shop. When we walk inside, there are several people of all ages that greet Lucas warmly. He introduces me to each of them and I begin to realize just how much this town respects Lucas and adores him. As we walk down the sidewalk with my coffee clutched in hand and my other hand firmly wrapped around his, Lucas introduces me to the people on the sidewalk that he knows along the way. Their reaction to him is one of welcome and respect as well, like old friends and it exhilarates me. Everyone seems to react to Lucas, their eyes brightening as he greets them all warmly by name and asking about their families. Seeing the love and respect in their eyes can’t help but make me feel special to be with such a man.

  My hearts beats thickly in my chest as I feel him chip a piece of it away from me.

  I knew from the first moment I met Lucas that he would do this to me and I only hope that when this ends, I have enough of my heart remaining because I know he could steal every single piece of it.

  We come across a group of elderly ladies, distracting me from my thoughts, who are sat outside another coffee shop and they each lift their cheeks expectantly to welcome his greeting kiss. Their knowing and assessing eyes fall on me, sizing me up, and I know immediately they are silently accessing as to whether I’m good enough for him.

  In the afternoon, we head back to the vineyard to attend brunch at his parent's home. I had tried to back out of it, feeling uncomfortable at the newness of our relationship, worrying about how his parents will react to seeing us together.

  Dating...

  An employee sleeping with the boos.

  As we enter their home, I try to shake free of Lucas’s hand, feeling a little awkward about the situation, but Lucas only grasps mine tighter as we enter their kitchen. William is sitting at the counter, reading the paper, his coffee cup up to his mouth when Lucas strolls in, dragging me behind him. Charlotte is in her usual flurry of activity as she prepares her weekly brunch and doesn’t immediately notice me.

  His father's goes to our entangled hands and he pauses only for a moment before taking a sip of coffee to murmur in welcome, "Morning Emma. Lucas." I don’t miss the wink thrown Lucas’s way as William lowers his mug.

  I flush.

  Charlotte looks up at hearing her husband greet us and her gaze immediately goes to our hands as well. Dropping her spatula, she quickly crosses the kitchen to where we are standing, happiness radiating clearly through her smile.

  "Emma," she says, taking my free hand to squeeze. "This is such a wonderful surprise."

  "Sorry," I say quietly. "We should have called to let you know I was coming."

  Shaking her head, squeezing my hand again, she says meaningfully, "I told you that you have a standing invitation for every Saturday. All that matters is that you are here. Come and sit. Lucas get her some coffee."

  I do as she asks and watch as Lucas pours my coffee, my unease settling a little before disappearing completely after he comes to sit next to me. He takes my hand from my lap to hold it again as we chat with his dad about the latest vineyard news while his mother finishes her cooking.

  Brunch passes comfortably with Lucas sitting next to me, his hand on my upper thigh from time to time or around the back of my chair. I can’t help but silently wonder what his parents think about him dating his employee but from what I can see, they seem to be only happy for us.

  Saturday evening, we decide to barbecue at his place, wanting to be alone. As he looks at me from across the kitchen bar from where he is straightening from filling the dishwasher, his gaze becomes intense and I feel heat instantly race through me. Watching such a beautiful, exotic looking man such as Lucas, doing mundane everyday things like the filling the dishwasher is such a turn on for me.

  He could be anywhere, with whatever beautiful woman he wanted, but yet he is here with me.

  His eyes clearly showing me that he wants me.

  I don't protest when he abruptly grasps my hand to pull me back to his bedroom.

  I don’t murmur a word of protest when we stay there for the rest of the night.

  Sunday morning, I wake to sunshine falling across my face and Lucas standing by the bed with a coffee in his hand for me, wearing only boxers. Unable to stop myself, I place both of my hands on his upper thighs, loving the feel of how his muscles jump at my touch, before sliding them up underneath – one hand grasping his now ridged cock with the other gently grazing my fingernails over the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Looking up at him, I watch his chest rise and fall quickly, his blue eyes penetrating me – begging me – for what I’m about to do.

  Releasing him, I slide my hands out from under his shorts and into his waistband to quickly tug his boxer shorts to his knees. The head of his cock is bobbing invitingly before me and I can’t resist holding off tasting him any further as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip of him.

  I hear him groan and looking up at him from between his legs, I slowly take him into my mouth, gently suckling – savoring – his taste. Suddenly, he pops himself free from my mouth, quickly laying the forgotten coffee on the night stand before pushing me onto my back. His arms hook behind each of my knees, bringing them up and over his shoulders as he quickly sinks himself so perfectly into me.

  I lose my breath for the moment from the sheer pleasure of feeling him so deep. My insides throb, begging that he move and move quickly.

  I don’t have any further thought as he withdraws himself completely and then spears back up and into me just as quickly. My eyes close in ecstasy as he performs the exact same moves for the next few moments causing an orgasm to start deep inside of me, pulling him into me further, inviting him to do with me as he will.

  Afterwards, I lay underneath him, completely spent but also completely happy as I hear his breathing return to normal.

  I continue to push away any questions that I want to ask myself because right now I’m too happy to think past this moment. I only want to allow myself to enjoy Lucas, to let my hair down and enjoy an affair with the first man who has ever made me feel like I’m the most desirable woman in the world.

  After a shower, we decide to spend the day at the local farmer's market and it is here that I realize that I have to be more proactive in cautioning my heart with him. Being with him, wandering around from stall to stall of fresh produce as we decide on dinner, holding his hand – feeling him squeeze mine from time to time – laughing with him as he tries to eat an ice cream without it melting all over the ground...all of those little mundane everyday things only draws me in further.

  And he is doing it inch by all-consuming inch.

  Lucas and I make dinner together at his house and as I cut the vegetable for our salad, his hands come to my waist and squeeze gently, possessively, before placing a swift kiss on my neck. Sighing contentedly, I lay my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes as I push away any thoughts of work tomorrow and the complications that will arise from our affair.

  As the clock on the night stand torturously creeps towards ten o’clock, I push myself off Lucas's chest, where I had collapsed moments before, after he had rocked my world again.

  "I should get going," I whisper, kissing his chest lingeringly one last time.

  His arms come up to grasp my hips, wrapping tightly around them as I feel him slide deliciously from my body.

  "Going where?" I hear him ask firmly.

  "Home," I say, trying to push away. I really do need to get home. I need to have a good night's sleep, to get ready for my workday in the morning.

  To have a break, to have a moment to think about what this new relationship means – how it’s going to work.

  And I can’t seem to think around Lucas.

  That’s because you don’t want to think about it around
him, - my mind mocks me.

  "You’re not going anywhere," he insists, his tone rough as he abruptly sits up to lick the pulse on my neck. My nipples tighten in response quickly even though I had just used Lucas’s body to slake another round of desire that had over taken me upon seeing his naked, powerful body as he stepped from the shower.

  I had practically tackled him as the towel he had swung around his hips had dropped to the floor as he reached to pull on his boxer shorts. It had seemed such a shame for him to cover that beautiful part of him so I had launched myself at him and he had allowed me to playfully pretend that I was conquering him as he fell back onto the bed, where I had quickly removed my underwear and impaled myself quickly and deeply onto his now hard cock. As I had rode him, I had secretly relished in the female seductive power that I had over him, as his eyes darkened, his lips whispering, “Fuck...” repeatedly over and over, as I lifted and lower myself onto him, my hips occasionally rotating when he was deep inside, wanting him – always - deeper and deeper.

  "Lucas..." I whisper, "I have to go home. I have work in the morning."

  He stops his assault on my pulse and lies back down, laying his head against the pillow, to stare up at me. My center squeezes, wanting him again.

  "You're serious?" he asks, his tone petulant.

  Nodding my head, I can't resist a quick kiss to his lips, before I push myself off him and climb out of bed.

  He leans up on one elbow, looking deliciously used as he asks, "Why can't you stay here?"

  Smiling, loving that I had been the one to deliciously use him, I pull on my clothes as I respond, "Because I won't get any sleep here and I need to have clothes to get ready for work in the morning."

  "Stay here. I'll let you sleep and you can stop by the cottage in the morning to change your clothes on our way into work," he says, his tone persuasive.

  Laughing, I button my jeans as I respond, "I somehow doubt you will be able to keep your promise and let me sleep. I also doubt that I will be able to keep you from keeping your promise plus I don't want us arriving at work together."