by Jeny Stone
Hannah fought to keep her fluttering lids from relinquishing to clamping shut. The motion of his thrusts teased her desires. Nerves deep inside her sparked as his manhood caressed her walls. Her fingers dug into his flexing biceps, wanting the in and out motion to continue forever. Ecstatic spasms shot up her body as his thrusts pushed her closer to ecstasy.
She was besieged with the glorious bliss his manhood reverberated through her body. His thrust had started slow and easy but quickly intensified. His balls caressed her buttocks, bouncing with pleasure. His neck extended like a howling wolf as he emitted a loud groan. Her hips grinding against him pushed her over the edge. She gasped, and then screamed, as her body was engulfed in an orgasmic tidal wave. The spasms of her tunnel walls intensified from being stretched around his pulsating release. He pushed hard against her as their bodies twitched and shuddered, stuck together with the sweet perspiration of satisfaction.
Hannah gasped to breathe not remembering taking a breath during the rapturous loss of her virginity.
He teased her lips with several soft kisses then nuzzled her neck while he caught his breath. The bed trembled from his arms sinking into the mattress supporting his weight. The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed her. A warm glow seeped through her skin cocooning them both. He was the perfect man to introduce her to her bodily desires.
Together, they had shared a pleasure she didn’t think possible. She wanted him to stay on top of her so her ill thought out encounter wouldn’t end. Much to her dismay, he rolled, or more like flopped since the bed shook, onto his back. He removed his condom to dispose of it in the wastebasket beside the bed.
His exclamation of “Good God, woman!” made her hopeful she had at least done it right. From her body’s reeling reaction and the fact that she laid there recuperating she knew he had done everything perfectly.
As her vital signs returned to normal and her mind settled back into her head, Hannah realized she was out of her realm. With only her friends sexual disclosures as a guide for a one night stand, she wasn’t clear on what happened next. Never in her wildest imagination had she expected to be in this situation. She had heard everything from “she just wouldn’t leave” to “he didn’t even pay for my cab“. Oh screw it…she decided to ask.
She was totally nude in a stranger’s bed. He had seen and touched every intimate part of her. What could she possibly say that would be any more embarrassing?
Hannah turned sideways resting her head on her bent arm. Her mystery man was stretched full length on the bed. His chest rose then fell with each lung filling breath. There was definitely a smile on those wonderful lips. “I’m not sure what the protocol is in these situations. Am I supposed to leave now?”
His smile widened before he jerked his torso sideways facing her. He pushed her onto her back leaning over her. A low chuckle stayed in his throat. “No you don’t leave yet. I am nowhere near done with you. Is there a reason you didn’t mention this was your first time before we were in bed?” His eyes danced above his parted lips.
She sheepishly rolled her eyes as if searching the ceiling for a plausible answer. “I didn’t think you would notice?” That sounded more believable than the truth, which was “I have no frigging idea.” Her reason was mute with the ecstatic results. This was a night she would never regret or forget.
“You thought wrong. I could have hurt you if I had fucked you the way I wanted to. I can assure you, there wouldn’t have been as much control. You won’t be as tight the next time. So don’t expect slow and gentle. I did however, expect tears.” He teased her with a ring of smug amusement in his voice.
A graciously gratified smile possessed her lips. Tears… he must be out of his frigging mind after what he just did and how he made her feel. “With the smile you just put on my face, I think you eliminated any chance of tears.” For the second time in the same day, she repressed the urge to scream “thank you” to a man.
He rolled over her, touching and rubbing her body with his, before he stood on her side of the bed. She was slightly disappointed he hadn’t settled back in for a repeat performance. Good God, what was wrong with her?
“Now, that your obstacle is out of the way, let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you what you’ve been missing.” He extended his hand toward her completely devoid of any modesty. Even in a relieved state his manhood was husky.
Hannah bolted upright in the bed. “Let’s?” Had she heard him correctly and what did he mean by let’s? She laid naked for the first time in front of a man, a stranger, and he wanted to bathe with her. That seemed like an invasion of her privacy, which of course was utterly insane after what they just did, but no less unnerving. Even with her flustered state caused by his scandalous proposal, the fact there was going to be a repeat sparked her interest. Hannah flopped backwards with her head sinking into the pillows. She smiled into the face of the man that possessed her. She was beyond redemption unable to resist his charm.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t get bashful on me now. There’s no reason to waste good shower time and I’ve seen and tasted everything.” His hands cupped under her arms and she found herself lifted out of the bed like a rag doll. His strength commanded her compliance. With his hands under her arms, he pressed her into his warm moist body and kissed her with a tenderness he hadn’t shown before. His kiss was soothing, appreciative and just as arousing.
He guided her into the bathroom as large as her bedroom. The massive mirrors duplicated the image of two naked bodies. They looked good together, although his large stature made her feel smaller than her actual size. His potent strength should be intimidating, but she felt protected and extremely aroused. The clear-glassed shower door was open. He reached inside to turn on the water.
“I like it hot and I don’t want anything to cool you down. We need to make sure the bleeding has stopped. Are you hurting?” He handed her a wash cloth.
“I feel fine. It only hurt for a moment when…well, you know. I hate cold showers.” God, he was an Adonis. Now that she knew what he could do with that body, nothing would cool her down. Her desires ran amuck, totally out of her control. Just standing beside him naked drove her crazy with her need to touch him.
“You can say it…when I took your virginity. As a matter of fact, I want to hear you say it.” His arm embraced her against his body. “Say it” He commanded in a lusty tone.
Hannah grasped his forearms pressing into him. “When you took my virginity.”
The wolfish gleam returned to his eyes. She felt his shaft become rigid upon hearing her words. Her body tingled with exhilaration experiencing the power of her sexuality. His eyes quizzically gauged hers. “Should I thank you?” She teased.
“Oh, I plan on you thanking me over and over. You’re going to love this shower.” He tested the water temperature with his hand. He stepped inside the marble lined shower pulling her with him and shut the door. A slap of his hand against the controls turned on enough water to put out a burning building.
Pulsating, rotating water jets squirted out of the three stationary walls. Magic water fingers searched every inch and crevasse on her body. Her gleeful laugh echoed off the walls. “This isn’t a shower, it’s a water park.”
Blood washed from her inner thighs. He gazed from her eyes down to the source of the concern on his face. The only privacy in the confinement of the shower was turning her back toward him, which she did. She wiped the wash cloth between her legs. She was anxious to check for any further loss of blood. The amount on her thighs wasn’t in a heavy menstrual range but wasn’t in the small scrape range either. The washcloth didn’t produce any more blood. She turned around to see his amused smile.
“I’m fine. The bleeding has stopped.” She reported embarrassingly realizing with his height he had a bird’s eye view over the top of her head.
“Then let’s play. If you feel any discomfort tell me. I won’t enjoy having you if you don’t enjoy what I’m doing.” He turned her around and slipped his arm a
round her waist, crushing her against him. His hand skimmed over the fluff on her womanly mound to between her legs. “I appreciate a neatly cropped runway. Your extensive bikini wax was surprising under the circumstances.”
She slid one foot over on the slippery bottom of the shower to allow his hand complete access. Her arms entwined his with her hands touching the flexing muscles on his forearms. She settled into him. “It was a gift. Spa day and body wax with the girls. That’s one wedding gift I won’t be returning.” The Brazilian wax may have been worth it after all. She had endured the excruciating pain in preparation of her wedding night. Her stranger deserved the benefits since he provided more enjoyment than she knew Jay ever could.
“Was that on your wedding registry? I’ll have to remember to look for it the next time I get a wedding invitation. The groom would get a lot of enjoyment out of that gift and it beats the hell out of a toaster.” His fingers glided in between her lower lips.
Her head rolled against his chest feeling the tremors spark yet again. Her hands dug into his arms. “That depends on which… Oh oh….” His finger slipped inside her. “end of the hair ripping you are on.” She finished her statement gasping for breath. The water sensually caressed her body as she glided her body over his.
His hands moved to her waist putting a halt on her motion. She felt the length of his hardness press into her back. He stepped back turning her to face him. He nibbled her lips as he moved her hand to his engorged manhood. She felt the tightly stretched skin as her hand glided over his shaft. “It’s so soft.” The surprise of the smooth texture induced the words out of her mouth. She felt the flood of embarrassment heat her cheeks.
He chuckled breathing deeply responding to her hands movements. “I hate to disappoint you, but it doesn’t get much harder.”
She smiled slyly noticing the glaze in his wolfish eyes. He enjoyed her touch, a lot. “I meant the skin.” Her hand circled his manhood sliding over the protruding veins. He cleared his throat and she felt his muscles tighten.
His arousal was as stimulating as when he touched her. She now understood why he liked to watch her eyes.
A ravenous glare bored into her eyes as he crushed her against him with one arm. His mouth devoured hers, hungrily demanding. His use of brute strength escalated her into an erotic frenzy. He picked her up with his arm supporting her hips. Her legs wrapped around him and her hands pressed against the back of his head. She was hot, wet and needy all over again. He slid open the shower door carrying her out of the bathroom to the bedroom.
True to his word, he showed her what she had missed repeatedly. He took pleasure in pleasing her, strumming her body like a well-tuned guitar, producing a glorious song that touched her soul. He was gentle, demanding, forceful, and generous; whatever she needed him to be. By his reactions to her touch and mouth she believed she had done the same for him.
His rapid heartbeat pounded beneath her cheek. Hannah trembled from delirious exhaustion. Tilting her head she gazed into his smiling face. She teased his lips with nibbles as she laid on him smoothing her hand over his taut jaw line. His gleaming eyes assured her of her accomplishment. Their breaths slowed. He rolled them both, maintaining a firm grip.
“There’s a whole lot of wicked behind that angelic face. I may never get enough of you.” He whispered hoarsely.
“Does that mean you weren’t disappointed?” She teased knowing the answer.
He chuckled. “There’s that wicked I was talking about. You know damn well I wasn’t disappointed. Although I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised.”
Inside the possessive comfort of his arms, she snuggled contently. She felt peaceful and secure lying naked in the arms of the nameless stranger. Smiling inwardly, she thought about the irony of the situation. She withheld her virginity from a man she had known most her life then freely gave it to the first man she met as an unattached woman. She was one sick puppy and this gorgeous man was the disease. If he was fatal at least she would die with a smile on her face. What more could she ask? She drifted into sleep, by the deep even breaths, raising and lowering his chest.
Hours later, Hannah’s eyes flew open with a jolt of consciousness. She glanced over at the man sleeping soundly beside her. He was a beautiful sight with the bed sheet gathered below his waist line. Good God, her body sparked from the sight of him or the memory of what he had done to it. Having breakfast in bed sounded arousing but she had to be home to receive the overnight delivery.
Avoidance of any complications like an exchange of names would benefit from a speedy exit. Common sense told her he was in town on a short-term basis. Long enough to require the added space of the penthouse but not long enough to rent an apartment or townhouse. She was a memory that would soon disappear when he returned to whatever life he was temporarily separated.
As softly as she could redistribute her weight without shaking the bed, she slid out of bed. Her hand grasped the bundle of material crumbled on the floor. She picked up her purse and sandals on her way to the door. She, quietly as possible, cracked open the French door to squeeze through. Now in the main room, she buttoned her dress over her spent but happily awakened body. She slid her feet in her sandals as she searched her purse for something to tie up her hair. After being wet and no conditioner, her hair revolted with kinky and wild. Shit, had he seen her looking like the bride of Frankenstein? No, her hair was still wet from the shower and was damp even now. Luckily, the seventy-inch T.V. screen on the wall made a perfect mirror. Using a covered elastic band, her hair was somewhat contained into a wadded-over ponytail.
Now, she must face the elevator, as her next obstacle to a clean get away. She hoped it worked with a push of a button. She stepped inside the elevator. Crap, there was only ‘P’ and ‘lock’ as buttons. She stuck her head out to look around. Oh yea, on the wall directly beside the elevator door was a down button, which she pushed. She pushed the lock button, assuming since it was locked, another push should reverse the lock. It worked.
The lobby was thankfully empty as she walked with self-assurance out the door. In less than five minutes, she was in a cab headed for her apartment. The sun peeked behind the curvature of the earth. With a new day on the horizon, Hannah, purged of her stagnated past, felt invigorated. She was now ready to begin her new life.
CHAPTER THREE
Garret Presley rolled over in his bed and reached for the sex kitten, turned wildcat, he enjoyed most of the night. Shit, surely, she hadn’t left. She sure as hell wasn’t in his bed where she belonged. He threw his feet onto the floor. It took him a few minutes to clear his head. Damn, he felt drained. There was no way last night had been an erotic dream, although he had had some doozies. He reached behind him and flipped down the bedclothes. Nope, she definitely was real with the small red smears on the white sheets offered as proof.
He threw open both French doors with a hard push to check the sitting room. His necessity for the bathroom was on hold until, his anticipating a good morning dick, got over its disappointment. The closed elevator door confirmed she was gone. Damn, he should have key locked the elevator since he hadn’t bothered to ask her to stay. That might be perceived as a little perverted, even for him. She was petite and easily, or willingly, restricted so his handcuffs hadn’t been necessary, at least this time. He used women to satisfy his insatiable libido. Restricting their touch kept him in emotionless control. Not that he didn’t enjoy their touch, much to the contrary. If anything, he enjoyed it too much. He wanted intense physical satisfaction not a relationship. After all, it was just sex.
“Well Sexy Lady, I guess I’m going to have to put forth some effort to find you. I’m not done with you yet…” Garret walked over to the wall of glass and pushed the button that opened the drapes. The sun spilled its brightness over the rooftops below him. Somewhere in the city, he now overlooked, was his gorgeous nymph. “I’m looking forward to finding out how much fight you’ve got behind your sweet exterior.”
Finding her seemed odd, out of
character, something he normally wouldn’t consider. Oh yeah, he hunted with the best of them. But he never hunted for a repeat. It hadn’t ever, nor should it be necessary. Women hunted him, making his privacy expensive to maintain and security a necessary evil. Those women wanted monetary gain, expensive trinkets, and the status of the Presley name. All things he wasn’t willing to give. Not that he couldn’t easily afford a diamond or two, a car, a house or whatever else they desired. Garret wouldn’t pay for sex in any way shape or form. He had accommodated the convenience of a good sexual partner with a hotel room and even an apartment. Those arrangements diminished his desires and were all-short lived.
His wants were simple. He wanted a woman to want him for himself and nothing more.
His mystery lady’s wants were still a mystery. She had offered him a gift with no apparent reason other than he accept, which of course, he had. He had to find her to solve the mystery. Well, that and the fact his dick stood at attention at the mere thought of her. Her angelic face framed by all those curls, her dreamy blue eyes and her sleek toned figure had surpassed all his expectations. Hell yes, he would look for that sweet piece of ass.
After he placed his usual breakfast order, Garret showered and dressed for another hectic day. The last company to be swallowed into the bowels of the Presley Corporation would be consumed by the end of next week. He had a knack for finding the weakness that would topple desirable companies into bankruptcy. Using his discovered ace in the hole he negotiated the company’s ultimate demise. Although, seemingly heartless the company in question benefited from becoming part of the Presley Corporation. The combination of companies joined together provided increased revenues for all involved The Corporation was a well-oiled machine with one company feeding another. This particular company was the last notch in his belt before he took over as CEO of the Presley Foundation. After securing the success of the Presley Corporation his responsibilities shifted to the Presley Foundation. The charitable foundation was floundering and needed his immediate attention. From predator to philanthropist, not much of a difference as far as he was concerned. Where the money was funneled after he pried it away from the tight fisted hands of the upper class was the only discernible distinction. Oh, his family was as tight fisted as the others. They were just more accomplished at taking then giving.