"Amelia," he began, doing his best to keep his voice even, "I'm on my way to your hotel. You're probably not there, but if you get this I'll be in the TY having a drink. Call me, or if you can, join me there. It's important."
Ending the call he felt a bit better. He was taking control, or at least taking some action, and when the cab pulled to the curb, his heart was no longer madly thumping. Moving inside the sleek, modern lobby, he headed to the TY and found a quiet table. Settling in, he ordered a large scotch, and as he glanced outside he spied small white flakes. It was starting to snow. The waitress arrived with his drink, and taking a large swallow, he closed his eyes and let the hot warmth burn down his throat.
"James?"
For a moment he thought it was wishful thinking, but when he opened his eyes, he found Amelia standing in front of him.
"Amelia. Hi," he said, thinking his voice had sounded strangely feeble. "Can you sit down for a minute?"
"Yes, of course," she replied, appearing to be slightly out of breath. "Sorry, I would have answered when you rang, but I was in an impossible conversation on the hotel phone. What's going on?"
"Actually, I'm here to ask you the same question."
"James, you seem flustered. What's happened?"
"Do you remember coming to my place the night before last?"
"Of course I do."
"Why were you in just your coat and boots?"
"Because I wanted to surprise you. James, you've inspired the wickedness in me and I love it," she said, lowering her voice. "What's this about?"
"But why did you show up in the middle of the night?"
"Isn't it obvious? I couldn't wait to tell you, and it certainly wasn't something I wanted to announce over the phone!"
"Do you remember what you said?"
"Are you joking? It was probably one of the most important decisions I've ever made. What's going on? You're scaring me."
"What's the problem with the hotel?"
"Oh, that, well, the thing is, I think I told you my contract is up with Geoff, right? I was planning to move to a less-expensive room until I can find an apartment, but out of the blue Wyler and Wyler called me. Believe it or not I'm suddenly in the middle of negotiating a new job. It's really exciting, and I decided to insist on the same accommodations, but the manager threw in a curveball. My suite was already spoken for because Geoff had called—"
"Stop!"
The single word had been a sharp command. He hadn't meant to bark, but he needed a moment to process what she'd just told him.
"James? For goodness sake! What on earth's going on?"
"I've been a complete idiot," he replied, realizing Brad had jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Why?"
"Do you still have your room here?"
"Until tomorrow, then I have to—"
"Let's go."
Grabbing her hand, he marched her through the lobby, into the elevator, and down the hallway to her suite. The moment the door swung shut behind them, he engulfed her in his arms and held her tightly, then locking his fingers in her hair, he gently tugged back her head.
"Listen to me," he said solemnly. "I do want you to have the career you deserve, but if I didn't make it clear before, I'm making it clear now. I don't want you to leave! I want you here with me, and I'm enormously relieved and very happy you're staying."
"You seemed so on the fence about it."
"I wasn't. I just didn't want to interfere with your life, but I should have said something. I should have told you exactly how I feel. You've put me to shame."
"I have?"
"You've been braver than me throughout this whole thing, and I admire you so fucking much. I thought you were sleepwalking the other night, and I should have asked you about it the minute we woke up. More than that, I should have made it clear how I felt from the moment you told me about the offer. I put the entire burden on you, and I'm sorry."
"James, you don't have to—"
"Apologize? You're damn right I do. I'm a bloody idiot, and I'm going to find a way to make this right."
Abruptly lifting her up, he carried her through the living room, into the bedroom, and tossed her lightly on the bed.
"And one more thing," he said, jumping on top of her. "You're moving in with me. Screw this hotel. Have Wyler pay you more instead. Hell, let's get a bigger place in a building with a doorman so he can call me if you decide to wander off somewhere in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I'll just tie you to the bed every night, but regardless, that's it. You're with me now—lock, stock, and sexsomnia, and you are getting help. I'm going to see to it personally."
"I don't think you have to worry," she breathed, her eyes shining up at him. "Why would I want to go anywhere? You've unleashed my desire, and you've also unleashed my heart."
THE END
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By its very nature, making love to a woman for the first time is always unique; traversing her body, finding her sweet spots, the ones that make her shift and moan, it's such a delicious exploration, but I cannot make the full journey in one night. Every woman has so much to offer, her body has so many secrets to uncover, so many nooks and crannies to explore, spending only one night with her is a crime.
Caroline though, my first foray with Caroline was breathtaking; her entire body was like a live wire, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
The moment I laid her on the bed she began undulating in an extraordinarily sensual dance. Those dark almond-eyes, filled with longing, gazed up at me, and sitting on the edge of the bed I took her wrists, pinned them above her head and dropped my lips to hers. Her mouth hungrily responded, then her tongue darted through my teeth sparking tiny electric shocks. I pressed my lips in a demanding, devouring kiss, taking control, and she squirmed under me, fighting my hold. Pulling back I stared down at her.
"Stop. I'll ravage you, or I will slowly consume you, piece by delicious piece, but I will decide which it will be. If you want a fight fantasy that's fine, but it must be earned. Now behave."
I heard her gasp, and I sensed a slight tremble.
"Do you understand?"
"I d-do, I'm just..."
"Just what?"
"F-feeling so m-much. You t-turn me on so m-much."
Are there any words that can send a pulsing hunger through a man more than those? Certainly not this man, and I heard myself growl as I buried my lips against her neck, my cock pressing urgently against my trousers.
"You have much to learn, young lady," I muttered, "and it's going to be my great pleasure to teach you."
Again she shivered, she moaned, she gasped, she wriggled under me, and laying on top of her I sank my weight on top of her, sending my lips to her ear.
"Relax, feel me, sink into the bed as I sink into you," I murmured, and as the seconds ticked by I felt it; she stopped trying to lift her wrists, her tight body turned soft, and then she sighed.
It was a long, heavy, deep sigh, a sigh that signaled she finally understood, and I moved my lips back to hers, kissing her slowly, softly, gently lingering, relishing her warm, sweet response.
"Good girl," I breathed.
"This is amazing," she whispered.
"Close your eyes, and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," she mumbled, and I watched her lower her eyelids as she let out another, deep weighty sigh.
I slowly began to peel away her clothes, luxuriating in the unveiling, feasting my eyes on the body eagerly waiting my attention, and wherever my fingertips tickled, she gasped, when my lips lightly kissed, she mewed, and as my hands fondled her full, round breasts, I was rewarded with a bevy of
soulful moans.
Having saved the best for last I slid her knickers down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy with its curly sable forest, and though I was tempted to press my fingers between those gorgeous lips I held back; she would have to wait, and wait some more, and then...
Relishing the thought I stood up and began to strip, continuing to gaze at her loveliness. She was whimpering, her arms still above her head, and I watched, slightly spellbound, as she moved one of them down and began trailing her fingers across her body towards her drooling cunt.
"No, Caroline, those fingers are not allowed between your legs."
It was a warning, and delivered with the appropriate tone. She paused, then moved them a tad further, and I was reminded of a child being told not to touch something, and staring at its parent, dared to reach out just a bit more.
"You really don't want to test me," I warned, but even as I said the words I knew she would. That was who Caroline was, it was in her, and as her hand continued forward I shook my head; it was my turn to sigh.
I didn't hurry the last of my undressing, but kept watch as her fingers crept steadily onward, and when my clothes were laid neatly on the chair next to hers, I sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingertips were just below her navel and inching forward, but when I placed my hand on top of her thigh they paused.
"Just to be clear, you know you must do as you're told, you do know that, right?"
"Uh, yes," she whispered.
"So...you won't put that hand where I've said it's not allowed, right?"
I knew the desire to push the envelope was raging through her. She wanted to know what would happen, she wanted to uncover my resolve, to learn the consequences of willful disobedience.
"I need to," she whimpered, "just for a minute," and purposefully slipped her fingers into her sex.
I pulled her back her thigh and slapped inside, twice, hard, instantly staining the milky-white skin with a bright pink imprint. Listening to her howls of pain, watching the guilty hand dart from its forbidden fruit to rub the hurt, I casually retrieved her knickers and began to slide them up her legs.
"Wait, no, what are you doing?" she gasped.
"You pussy is drowning in need, but you have decided it has to wait," I calmly replied.
"NO! I'm so sorry, I really am, I'll listen, I swear, ow,ow,ow, my thigh hurts so bad."
In spite of her dilemma and her urgent pleas, her eyes had remained closed; she'd suddenly learned that my consequences count and she wasn't taking any more chances.
"I warned you," I sighed. "Please remove your hand from your thigh and put it back above your head.
Her knickers were resting above her knees, and as she groaned, reluctantly moving her arm out of the way, I slid them up.
"Raise your hips, please."
Lifting herself, enabling me to put them back in place, I heard another muttered plea for forgiveness.
The first lessons are significant; as much as I wanted to explore her inviting depths I would have to wait, and stretching out next to her I pulled into me, rubbing my cock against her belly.
"What can I do to change your mind?" she breathed.
"I won't change my mind," I said softly, "but you can hasten the time your hungry pussy will be out of bounds by pleasing me, and that means...tell me, Caroline, what does that mean?"
"Doing as I'm told, behaving myself," she murmured, pressing her breasts against my chest.
"Exactly. Lesson number one, disobedient girls get punished, obedient girls get rewarded."
Lifting her head she kissed me, a warm, sensuous kiss that sent the blood straight to my loins.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I've get it, I swear. I'm a very quick learner."
"I have no doubt," I smiled, "but we both know there's a naughty brat inside you, and she'll want to make sure that the rules still apply from time to time."
"I'll control her," she promised. "See, my eyes are still closed, and when I kissed you just now I didn't bring my arms down and I really wanted to."
"That's a good start," I said warmly, and dropping my lips to her neck I began to kiss and nibble.
As she moaned in gratitude I gently pushed her on to her back, then lowered my mouth over one of her puckered nipples, settling in for a long, delicious snack.
I'm not sure how long I dallied there, moving from one breast to the other, toying and lightly tonguing, then deeply devouring, the entire time teasing my fingertips along the inside of her thighs. I knew with each minute that ticked by her pussy was becoming absolutely soaked; her lesson was being hammered home.
"Please," she whimpered, "please, James, I'm begging you, I can't stand it, please."
Lifting my head from her chest I stared up at her, and seeing her pained expression I moved my hand and cupped her gusset-covered crotch.
"Please? Please what? Tell me what you're asking me for?"
"I need you," she groaned, "I need you inside me, I need you to make love to me. I've never felt so desperate, never, ever."
"I'll be the judge of how desperate you are," I said firmly, and moving my hand inside the elastic band I pushed my fingers forward; she was saturated. The exploratory touch elicited a loud cry, and she squirmed wildly against my hand.
"Ooh, James, James, please, please fuck me, please."
"You've learned your lesson? Next time I tell you to keep your hand away you will?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I will, yes."
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