by Jeny Stone
The wickedly pleased gleam that appeared in his eyes sent a blaze directly between her legs. She was afraid the thong, the only other article of clothing she had on other than her dress, would bursts into flames. As drenched as she was, she doubted it.
He wasted no time lifting her out of the chair. His arm claimed her waist as they proceeded to the elevators. They passed the main grouping of elevator doors. Hotel occupants waited for individual elevators, singularly or in their group, to travel privately to their destination. Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, he stopped. He extracted his key card from his shirt pocket and slid it in the lock mechanism. The private elevator doors opened.
CHAPTER TWO
Once they stepped inside the mahogany paneled box, he pressed the singular floor button with the letter ‘P’ printed in gold. The private elevator zoomed to the penthouse floor. It slowed its ascent before it came to a smooth seamless stop. The doors automatically opened. The nameless man pushed the lock button. He took both her hands in his, staring squarely into her eyes. He tightened his grip on her hands, moving her arms out to the sides then over her head.
A wicked half grin tugged on one corner of his mouth. He stretched her arms upward until she stood on her tiptoes. With her arms pinned to the wall of the elevator, he bent to be face to face. He feathery touched his lips to hers, and then outlined her lips with his tongue. His teasing was deviously arousing. His lips urgently pressed against hers insisting they open. She willingly complied. Being held against the elevator wall totally at his mercy commanded her to respond. With nothing left inside her but a desperate need, her body’s unleashed animalistic urges took control. Her back arched as her shoulders rolled sending a muscle spasm down her spine. She pressed her body against him in a snake-like slither following the heated flush his kiss released.
His lips moved softly on hers as he spoke. “This is your last chance to back out. Once we step inside my room, there is no changing your mind. I’ve got a lot of sorrow to drown and I plan on drowning it in you.” His guttural voice, his warm breath evaporated any reservations.
“I’m on a mission to change a lot of things in my life but my mind isn’t one of them.” Maybe, it was the tequila or her newfound freedom, but most likely, it was the throbbing pulse between her legs that persuaded her to walk into that room. She wanted the sexy stranger to rip off her clothes and give her what she craved, to feel this gorgeous man ravish her starving body.
The main room of the penthouse suite was as big, if not bigger, than her apartment. With his hand firmly clutched to her waist, he led her through the French doors, past the thick appliquéd drapes, the half circle leather sectional, the seventy inch wide screen on the wall and the fully stocked bar. He swung open one door, assuredly guiding her through the doorway in front of him. He closed the door. They both were inside the darkness. Lights lit up the huge room and she saw him at the light switch as he turned the controls to a less brilliant glow.
He strolled to the side of the pillow-laden king sized bed with an air of confidence. His suit jacket slipped off his broad shoulders. He tossed the jacket on an upholstered chair. She nervously ran her finger over her lips. Her eyes rolled toward the door, then the huge bed before resting back on him. His eyes remained on her, still standing at the door, as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt, pulled the shirttail out of his pants and started on the buttons down the front.
“I’m not a patient man. I suggest you follow suit unless you want that dress ripped off. If you do… I have no problem obliging.” There was a tease in his voice and seriousness in his gaze. His shirt joined the jacket with a toss of his hand. The muscles in his rock hard, well-defined chest flexed from the casual action, weakening her knees. She bit her lower lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. Her courage faltered with the realization she wasn’t just an observer but an active participant. Her gaze fell into his. She couldn’t resist the wolfish gleam in those gorgeous eyes. Not with the fire raging through body his gaze invoked. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. Hannah stood there frozen in an almost hypnotic state and watched him strip. As much as she wanted to see him nude she didn’t want to look like an idiot when she did. She slipped out of her sandals, pulled her purse strap over her head, dropping her purse to join her sandals. She walked to the other side of the bed, while she nervously unbuttoned her dress. After all, she needed to wear something out of the hotel when she left.
With her back to him, she slipped her dress straps over her shoulders. The cotton fabric titillated her skin, tickling over her before it crumbled to the floor. With only a thong separating her from total nudity, she crossed her arms over her breast, turning to face her sexy stranger. His hand reached to her right shoulder, coaxing her to face him from his shocking new location, on her side of the bed. Her breath retreated sharply into her chest. She trembled under the weight of his sturdy grip.
“I’m a visual person. I like to admire beautiful things and see their reaction to what I’m doing to them. I plan on doing a hell of lot of things to you.” That must have been his way of saying the lights stayed on. After seeing him stark naked she wanted them on. Any trepidation of him seeing her intimate exposure vanished as the sight of his manliness filled her mind. He was the vision that would forever be imprinted in her memory, listed under perfection. The ripples of his muscular body, the tuft of hair on his chest that pointed an arrow to his engorged column, the Special Forces tattoo on his upper arm, all combined to consume her with a heedless need. Her hands wanted, needed and did, touch the hair on his solid chest before she knew what they were doing, all on their own volition.
He cupped her face in his hands. With a slight tilt of her head, he captured her gaze, locking theirs eyes together.
The soft touch of his hands on her neck smoothed slow and meticulously down her neck to her shoulders leaving her quivering inside. His penetrating gaze caressed her body, stopping on her thong. His thumbs hooked under the thin strips of white lace on her sides. Her heart rate quickened as his fingers slid over her hips pulling the skimpy lace band over her rounded curvature. He watched the lacey swatch fall down her legs settling around her ankles. She slightly raised each foot to step out of her last article of clothing, separating her past from her future. Her nakedness and vulnerability starkly screamed this was really happening. The appreciative gleam that shown in the gaze he directed into her eyes soothed her shadowed fears.
“You are beautiful and all mine tonight.” With one hand, he grasped a wad of the comforter. He tossed the comforter to the end of the bed. Both his lengthy hands, gripping tightly, enslaved her waist. He lifted her weightlessly off her feet, crushing her against him. “I am definitely going to enjoy you, over and over again.”
In the space of a second her arms and legs entwined around his heated rock solid body. Nothing she had ever experienced felt more natural than their bodies welded together. Her flesh ignited being held tightly against his, sparking every nerve. She gasped to breathe with her heart pounding haphazardly inside her chest.
Her mind left her body, watching her from above, as she plunged into, whatever in the hell she was doing. He controlled her body with the severed marionette strings dangling from her common sense helplessly hovering overhead.
His arm heated her naked flesh as it supported her bare bottom. His other hand moved up her back confining her in his steely strength. The warm moistness of his parted lips touched hers sending a river of fire pulsating through her veins. Hannah entangled her fingers in his hair pushing his mouth closer, smashing her breasts against his granite chest. His tongue glided in her mouth, probing teasingly. An urgent need swept down her core on a heated path. With her legs spread open to encompass his large width, his hot hard shaft pressed against her intimate femininity. The sensation was unbearably exquisite, exciting, and needy. Her muscles contracted pulling on her spine allowing the center of pleasure to dance rhythmically against him. His tongue probed, circling her tongue in a slow erotic dance.
Oh God, every ounce of her being gave in. He had rendered her helpless to resist him even if she had wanted to.
He knelt on the bed one knee at a time. He dipped to meet the bed. He released his hold and she sunk into the overstuffed bed. His hands grasped her torso as he impelled her farther into the bed. His bare flesh covered her in a blanket of sensual warmth. She felt the heat from his body, smelled the musk of his desires as her body trembled with yearning.
Her hands gingerly touched the thickness of his neck. Her thumbs massaged the protruding veins as she reclaimed his lips. Her uninhibited actions stunned her with her body vehemently awakening to the mere sight of this man. His touch, his kisses, his gorgeous presence drove her body to heights she wasn’t aware existed. Every pore on her wanton body cried out for him.
His muscular frame hovered over her as he controlled the pressure of his weight on his forearms. The hair on his chest grazed over her breast tickling her perky buds. His body smoothed over hers finding the perfect position to claim. Tremors of anticipation antagonized her yearning body. Her hands hungrily explored his back feeling his muscles constricting under her palms. He leaned to one side. His arm slipped under her shoulders.
He cupped her face with his free hand tilting her toward him with the other arm. The hunger in his grayish blue eyes matched that of her body. Her stomach twitched viciously tugging on her sweet spot. Her upper thigh pulsated with each throb of his thick hard dick heatedly pressed into her flesh. The massive size concerned, yet aroused her in waves of trepidation mixed with desires. He touched her lips with his, which was the beginning of the unbearable pleasure he was about to deliver. Hannah knew she had left the land of common sense, entering a new excitingly dangerous world, free of restraints or inhibitions. A hunger from deep inside her craved his touch. Her body demanded it with wild abandonment.
His hand encased her neck impressing his fingertips in her skin as he slid down to her heaving mounds. The urgency of his stern touch burned a pleasurable sensation into her flesh. Her blood wildly pumped through her body spreading an infectious need pooling between her legs.
He paid special attention to her breast, stroking with his fingers and rolling her buds between his finger and thumb, enticing her buds to flower with desire. Her body involuntarily pressed forward everywhere his hand freely roamed. Her breaths sharply stuttered, in harmony with her trembling desire. His glazed eyes had a mesmerizing effect as he admired the handiwork that his caresses produced.
“I love the way you respond.” The sensual tone in his voice pushed her off the cliff of reason.
His hand urgently followed a direct path down her center, headed lower, adding fuel to the explosive fire he ignited inside her. Her stomach contracted to her spine as if her body wanted to assist him find his destination. His hand glided between her legs, forcing her thighs to widen. A burst of anticipation titillated the nerve endings beneath his touch. She moved her knee to the side to accommodate his exploration. He separated her lips hiding her womanhood. The thrill of his touch enhanced her need. She inhaled slowly through her partially opened lips, her fingertips dug into his back. One side of his mouth cocked upwards displaying his approval of her reaction.
Her hips jerked as he touched her sensitive nub. The unparalleled pleasure rocked her soul. A long appreciative moan escaped her lips as she succumbed to the ecstasy of his touch. His eyes bored into hers while he teasingly played between her folds. Her eyes and body begged him to continue. His scrutiny of her reactions was as arousing as his insistent touch. His expertise coaxed pleasurable sensations to a torturous degree.
His finger moist from her flowing juices dove into her tight hot tunnel. A dulled pain widened her eyes as her inner walls reluctantly gave him access. She gasped and stiffened feeling him press hard to deepen his probe. His body relaxed for a brief second but his eye-locked gaze never wavered or changed.
“You are tight as hell. You have done this before haven’t you?” His finger pressed harder searching inside her.
She would shrivel and die if he stopped, or worse, asked her to leave. Her body craved his caresses, his kisses, his hard naked body pressing into her, more than air to breathe.
“Not exactly.” She hedged her answer ready to beg him to take her.
“The question required a yes or no answer.” He stopped, staring deep into her eyes. “I’ll assume that’s a no.”
She was inflamed to the core, her suppressed libido was now awakened in full force. “No… Oh, please, God, don’t let him stop.” The words had actually escaped from under her breath before she knew it.
A confident animalistic fire glazed his eyes. “I will allow you one last opportunity to postpone the inevitable. This is your last chance to back out.” He offered her a window of opportunity with a great deal of reluctance in his voice.
She declined his offer. “Please, I want this.” His lips formed a devilish smile. His eyes danced a predatory waltz. Her body celebrated with an intoxicating rush of electrified shivers as she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.
“This puts a different spin on things. I will have to stay controlled and slow. I want you to remember every sensation of me being inside you for the first time.”
His lips brushed hers, allowing his breath to enter her mouth. “You may have come in here a virgin but you won’t leave here as one. I promise you won’t regret tonight.”
Every move he made was smoothly executed. She was absolutely sure there would be no regrets, her mind was set. Her past was left behind in Jay’s living room, along with her reluctance to experience what she was experiencing now. She smiled, thankful he hadn’t sent her packing, pressing her lips on his.
His hand tilted her head back. His lips left hers then trailed over her chin to the hollow of her neck carving his desires into her flesh. He moved his body lower down the middle of her body. Her muscles contracted pulling her stomach toward her breasts as he shifted to lay his head between her legs.
His arms entwined under her thighs, his hands encircled her waist. The warmth of his wet mouth over her feminine mound inflamed the area with pulsating sensations. She tried to rise from the bed from the shock of heated escalating tremors possessing her with delight. The steely pressure of his hands held her immobilized. The pleasure was too magnificent to endure. Her gasp of “oh, God” prompted him to raise his head and smile devilishly as she stretched her arms out to clutch for anything. She was drowning in her own bodily pleasures. Her body tightened with every nerve electrifying her muscles.
His lips nibbled her yearning nub, pulling, tugging, with exploding quakes of pleasure. His flattened tongue assisted swirling slowly. Building vibrations from deep inside her escalated into ecstasy as a sweet rush of tremors spiraled outward convulsing every muscle in her body. Her guttural moan rose from her stomach pushing up and out, singing to the immense gratification of the explosive release. He groaned loudly in unison.
Her body quaked with delight as she reveled from the experience. Dizzy from hyperventilation and her blood flow breaking the speed limit of her heart, she relaxed into the pillow supporting her head. He soothed her oversensitive clit, pressing softly with his magical tongue. All the symptoms of her near heart attack experience jumped started back into action. He swirled slowly encompassing every yearning nerve.
She surrendered willingly into the haze of his euphoric caresses now knowing their glorious destination. Dancing to music of her grateful moans, he led her near the edge of another ecstatic abyss. He left her hanging, panting for more as he trailed his kisses upwards. Knowing what would follow she felt slightly apprehensive.
His fingers massaged then pushed inside her. Pleasurable impulses infected her body, filling her with an undeniable need. His fingers inside her incited her craving for more. Her fingertips outlined his tense muscles then dug into his back with her yearning becoming unbearable. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort overwhelmed her. She craved them both.
Her hips pressed against his hand, with two
of his fingers deeply massaging inside her. He withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping uncontrollably. He reached over to his bedside table and retrieved a condom from the top draw.
She watched with fascination as he opened the wrapper with his teeth. He rolled the ring of protection over his extremely large shaft. It was larger than she imagined but the condom covered its thickness easily. He rolled over on top of her. Her legs eagerly widened as he positioned himself. The muscles lining her tunnel pulsated inviting the invasion. He used his hand to place the tip of his manhood inside her throbbing opening. The sensation was vastly exciting giving her hope he would fit inside her.
After he leaned over her, he trapped her arms out to the sides of her head with a firm grip. She drew in her breath in a long gasp as if it were her last.
“Don’t worry. I will be easy, the first time. But after that, you are mine for the taking, over and over again.” His look was lethally intense confirming his statement. She knew it to be true and, Oh God, help her, she hoped so.
He slowly and gently glided his manhood inside her, penetrating untouched territory. Her lips pressed tightly together to suppress any outcry. The piercing stab was sharply painful yet satisfyingly filling. Hannah wrapped her legs around his thighs, accepting his gentle entry. Her tight inner walls stretched to accommodate the invasion of his thickness. He groaned deep and long with his narrowed eyes boring into hers. She felt his massive body shudder against hers. The sharp pain quickly subsided, leaving her filled with the amazement of surrounding his manhood.
The intimate moment was beyond anything she could imagine. They were joined perfectly, both of them intimately vulnerable, bound by ravishing bodily desires. His weight confined her, along with the pressure of his grip on her arms. Her desires returned to an extremely volatile state of a lustful thirst for fulfillment.
Suspended above her he released her arms to hold her face. His eyes locked onto hers. “Keep your eyes open.” His gut deep voice seeped through his clenched teeth. With his torso suspended over her, he glared into her eyes. His hips rose as he slid partially out of her. He pushed his hips forward slowly.