by Fifi Flowers
I cut him off. I couldn’t take anymore. “I wanted you, too.” Those four words were all it took for me to find myself in his warm embrace with his mouth crushing mine. I gasped as his teeth sunk into my bottom lip. He liked to bite, did he? We were going to get along perfectly. I smiled against his lips before biting him back then licked his assaulted lip and sucked it in between mine. I heard various animalistic groans as our tongues vigorously attacked each other.
“Oh fuck. Why did I ever give you your clothes back?”
I laughed. “So you liked what you saw earlier?”
“I don’t remember,” he said between nibbles. “It’s been too long. Refresh my memory.”
“Why don’t you undress me? Apparently, you’re an expert and I never got to watch before…” The last word barely left my lips, with a few swift moves, I found myself being carried out of the parlor and into the foyer.
“Where are we going?”
He moved to the wooden staircase and began to climb. “Where I unclothed you last time. Only this time, I won’t be gentle and you won’t be doing any resting until I’ve had my fill.” He groaned and stopped. “God you’re beautiful.” Then he dipped his head and bit my lip, causing me to moan. While he continued his ascent, I bit and licked his neck. “Oh fuck. We are going to be so fucking good together.”
In his room, settled on my feet, only steps away from the bed, he removed every article of clothing from his body. I thoroughly enjoyed every hard inch he revealed. Mmmm… his chest, his abs, his v-cut over his hips and holy shit; the most delicious cock I had ever seen. It was thick and huge, begging to have my teeth scrape along it before sucking it deep into my throat. I licked my lips and heard a sexy chuckle. “You like what you see?”
“Yes, but I’d much rather feel it…” I hesitated but I had waited long enough; no reason to be shy now. “I want you inside of me.” I’ve never had clothes leave my body so fast in my life. Maybe torn from my body may be a better description.
Pushed back onto the bed, I heard the tear of foil before I felt complete and utter fullness as he sunk deep into my body. I wrapped my legs over his and met him thrust for thrust. Our bodies were aligned perfectly. Feverishly biting at each other’s necks, we panted and moaned. Pushing harder and harder, I cried out his name along with “yes” in a chanting fashion. He connected to the right spot… oh… oh so perfectly over and over and over. Never had I ever reached such an earth-shattering climax through penetration alone. I knew I had hit my head hard early and I prayed once again, “please don’t let this be a dream.”
Chapter Four
Wow. Was this really happening? Was I really lying in bed next up the Frog Pond suit man? Yes, yes I was. His glorious body was warm and hard; it matched mine with such perfection. We fit like a glove. He made me feel so alive. So on fire. I was definitely not a virgin but sex with him awakened emotions… feelings… senses. What had he done to me? What had he not done to me? Somehow I felt like he’d turned my world upside down. I felt like things had changed in me. That I would never be the same. Wow. What was up with me? Why was I having all of these crazy ideas about a stranger? A beautiful stranger… but still a stranger.
Just yesterday, this stranger brought me to his bedroom, stripped me, and then gave me great pleasure all night long. Well… there was the between time that he cared for me and fed me, but my mind couldn’t get passed the passion I felt for this man. The man I was watching as he slept. His lightly stubbled, chiseled face was beautiful and I had the urge to tug my fingers through his dark hair. His long black, full, thick eyelashes rested on his cheek bones, concealing those incredible eyes. Yum… his full lips made fuller by my teeth and lips. I felt the need to sink my teeth into every inch of his skin. I could eat him up. I moaned quietly, thinking of how many times we had brought each to such incredible screaming orgasms.
Turning away from the hotness, I saw a few lavender panes mixed with clear glass in two large, curved, multi-paned windows. Pulling back the covers, I padded across the cool, wood-planked flooring to get a closer look. Standing right in front of the window, I saw The Commons across the street and a hint of the Frog Pond through the trees. Hmmm… he was never far from the famous watering hole. I found that interesting as I stood naked gazing out, then back to him. I was with him… the suited man… the gorgeous man… Drake… Drake…
“If you’re going to say my name, I’d prefer that you were under me.”
Turning, I saw a hard body completely visible. Yes, he was smiling slyly as he exposed himself. Oh that body… those muscles… that hardness… I rushed back to the bed and pressed into him as our mouths locked and our tongues and teeth attacked. I was so ready to have him buried deep inside of me again. I could spend forever connected with him.
“Mmmm… Sofie, darling, as much I would like to take you again, I think your body needs a break. You have to be sore. I know I was rough with you. I’m not apologizing though. I will do it again . . . and again to you, but…”
Squirming and wiggling into him, I wanted him. I didn’t care that I was sore; I was wet, throbbing, and feeling so empty. “I am deliciously sore.”
“You need a break.” I felt his grip on me loosen.
“Absolutely not.” I pouted and moved into him. “I can take all that you can give.”
It was no use; he disentangled from my clutches, laughing. “I’m going to give you breakfast.”
I smiled, thinking he had changed his mind. “Yum… what did you have in mind?” I asked as I snuggled a little closer to his retreating body and nibbled his neck. He tasted so good.
“Coffee. Toast. Bacon. Juice. Fruit.”
“Awww…” I tried the sad eye look but he just laughed and planted another mind blowing kiss on my mouth before he pulled away, stood up, and extended his hand.
“Come… We can have a shower first.” Tugging me up, I crawled up his body, wrapped my legs around his waist, and sunk my teeth into his neck. I heard him groan and I knew he would give in to me as he walked us into a large tiled shower stall. I hoped with my little coaxing moves, I would have him sliding me up and down the wall while I was impaled on his glorious cock. I may not be able to walk to breakfast, but I would be deliciously sated.
Emerging from the shower smiling, wearing an enormous smile, we dressed, then made our way out onto the bustling street, and hailed a cab. “I want to take you to my favorite place for breakfast and then I’m going to give you a special tour of Beacon Hill.”
“Sounds great but I would really love some fresh clothes first. After breakfast, we can stop by my hotel, yes?”
“Better idea. We can shop right after breakfast. We’ll be surrounded by retail… here we are.” Yes. Here we were, pulled up in front of my beloved morning spot. I shook my head in disbelief. “What’s wrong, Sofie?”
“Nothing.” I smiled. “Nothing at all.”
Walking through the glass front door, Sherry spotted us immediately and made her way over. “Well look at this; Lavender Britches and Honeybee.”
We grinned at each other and Drake spoke up. “Another place we have in common?”
“Looks like it,” I answered as we walked to my usual spot by the window. “Do you have a favorite table?”
Taking a seat, he smiled. “You’re sitting at it.”
“Mine, too. Good thing we never frequented the cafe at the same time. We would’ve had to flip for the table.” I laughed.
“I would’ve asked you to join me.” He smiled, making his eyes twinkle, and I melted on the spot.
Sherry cut in on our conversation. “There was no way that would’ve ever happened. You two are creatures of habit. She only comes here on weekdays and you only come in on weekends.”
“She’s right. My weekends are usually reserved for sleeping in. You’ve broken my habit.” I was happy he interrupted my schedule, although, we could’ve stayed in his bed.
“The usual for both of you? Or… since you’re breaking your routines, would you like t
o hear the breakfast… or lunch specials?” We both laughed, shaking our heads. I guess we really were as she said, “creatures of habit”, as we both stated our usual breakfasts. Sherry promptly stepped away, without handing us menus, and returned with our coffees just how we liked them.
“I love this place. I’ve been coming here for a few weeks now. Love seeing Sherry and hearing the different names she gives certain customers. How long have you been coming here, Lavender Britches?” I grinned.
Straight faced he looked at me. “Well, Honeybee…” I laughed, causing him to lose his composure before he could continue. “I’ve been coming here as long as Sherry has worked here. I followed her from her last two restaurants. She’s like family.”
“Aah. A true regular,” I said as our food arrived.
“Yes, dahling, I’ve known him since he was in toddler britches and I was in hot pants and go-go boots, working in a retro diner,” Sherry informed me as she placed my special veggie and cheese, one-egg omelette in front of me and eggs Benedict before Drake. He must’ve been adorable as a little tyke, I thought, smiling to myself and she confirmed my assumption. “He was cute as a button… still is…” She nudged him. “Enjoy your breakfast… hollah if you need something.” Patting my shoulder, she strode off to the next table to entertain her other customers.
Finished eating, we said our goodbyes but not without Drake planting a kiss on Sherry’s cheek first. He then guided me in and out of shops along Newbury Street. I tried to make a purchase in the first shop, however, I was reprimanded then informed that since shopping was his idea, his credit card would be used. Also, as the purchaser of my new wardrobe, he had two firm requests. One: I had to model everything—lingerie included. Secondly, pants nor shorts were allowed. Hmmm… he had interesting demands. I could only imagine his reasoning and it sent chills up and down my spine thinking about them. By the end of our spree, we both carried several designer store bags filled with lingerie, summer dresses, skirts, tops, and sandals (both high heeled and flat).
After hailing us a cab to his townhouse, Drake allowed me just enough time to change into a red sundress and bronze-bejeweled, flat sandals before we flew out the front door to roam the many narrow cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill. Walking along the brick sidewalks lined with flowering pear trees, he pointed out the various architectural elements of Greek Revival, Victorian, and Colonial that, combined, made up the Federal style of brick row houses. My favorites were the red brick facades with white wood-trimmed, multi-paned glass window, including some purple panes, black shutters, and window boxes with cascading flowers, and framed white wood moulding around black lacquered doors with ornate brass door knockers.
Loved all the greenery; large potted trees with flowers, and the secret gardens hidden behind pretty decorative black iron fencing and gates. It was charming the way bright green moss grew on cobblestones in shady areas. Viewing a distant fountain in a private garden behind one of the ornate fences, I sighed and Drake, insisting we get a closer look, reached over and unlatched the gate.
“We can’t go in there.” I hesitated.
“It’s not locked. I don’t see a ‘no trespassing’ sign. Do you?” I shook my head and he pulled me through the gate and down a long, narrow alleyway between two brick buildings that lead to brownstone with a red lacquer door. Dropping my hand, he walked right up to the door and knocked. When no one answered, he grasped my hand and led me to one of the benches in the private garden. The space was gorgeous; green grass, planters filled with fruit trees, fragrant flowers, and white lace trellises with climbing lavender clematis vines which screened in the lush, private garden.
“We shouldn’t be here,” I said as he slipped off my sandals, propped my feet in his lap, and began to rub them tenderly. My shoe selection may have been wrong but they sure looked good. Mmmm… I closed my eyes and let him sooth my aching feet but promptly opened them as his hand slid up my leg, under my dress, and ripped off my panties. Covering his hand, I attempted to stop his approach, but intense, darkened lavender eyes burnt into my skin, stilling my moaned complaints. I opened my legs, giving his skillful fingers full access. I gasped as my first orgasm of the afternoon rushed over me and made me long for more.
More is exactly what I got as Drake grasped my hips and pulled me up onto to his lap so I was straddling him. I was about to protest as my dress was moved up around my waist when suddenly, his mouth captured mine and I forgot all about where we were. I gave in to his desires. Smiling, he slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, exposing my ample breasts and my nipples instantly pebbled; begging for his attention. “Mmmm…” I moaned as he caressed and kneaded, then alternating between them with his lips, tongue, and his teeth. I grounded into him until yet another orgasm roared from my body.
“I need to catch up,” I heard him groan as he reached between my legs, freed himself, and filled me. “Ride me, Sofie.” I heard and did exactly as I was instructed. Sliding up and down his delicious hardness, panting and moaning, I felt the rise of yet another beautiful climax. Only this time, I was not alone in my pleasure. Devouring my mouth with his, he drown out our sounds and thrust faster and harder until the waves finally subsided. Breathlessly, I slumped against his firm chest and thanked him.
“Mmmm… Now that you’ve drained me of all energy in the most delightful way, perhaps you would like to buy me dinner and refuel me.”
My remark gained me a hardy laugh and a suggestion. “How does traditional French gourmet cuisine sound?”
“Divine. Lead the way.” Clothes straightened, we left the private garden, exited through the iron gate, and made our way to The Hungry I restaurant, a converted and restored 1840 brownstone on Charles Street.
Greeting us, the maître’d suggested we sit in their secret garden dining and walked us through the restaurant; showing us the vine-covered patio. It was delightful with its grey, slatted walls, bright-green framed windows that were adorned by planted window boxes, and dark-grey painted brick that transitioned into exposed brick above the vines. There were several draped, small bistro tables with wrought iron chairs complimented by striped pillow cushions. I found the space charming, but we opted for inside. Redirected inside, we were shown three cozy, intimate dining rooms, featuring the continuation of exposed brick walls embellished with oil paintings, fireplaces, beautiful antiques, and tables dressed with white linens. The soft glow from candlelight dining added to the ambiance of the rooms. We settled for side by side seating on upholstered banquettes with embroidered decorative pillows. Drake insisted that he be able to touch me at all times as we dined. Yum. I understood why he said the restaurant was billed as the most romantic restaurant in Boston.
Looking over the deliciously tempting menu, we decided to share everything in courses. We started with two dirty martinis and appetizers; egg-battered shrimp with a Ginger-Sherry dipping sauce and Frog leg Provencal. Both were fabulous. Course two was a salad of feta and apricot crisps on a bed of spinach leaves. When it came to the main course, we selected two amazing entrees because we couldn’t decide on just one: loin of Lamb Latrec and breast of Duck L’Orange. For dessert we settled on one of their most famous sweet treats, a Raspberry Blackberry Linzer tarte, to savour at home.
Strolling home hand-in-hand, Drake resumed his architectural lesson, continuing on as we arrived at and toured his townhouse. So far, I had only seen the first floor parlour, dining room, powder room, and kitchen. Tonight I was shown the laundry room and back staircase with access to all floors that were to be used by staff and children in decades of the past. At one time, the fourth floor housed servants and featured a children’s playroom. Back in the day, children were not allowed to use the front stairs except on special occasions. “I cannot imagine,” Drake remarked after giving me the lowdown about the fourth floor. “I want this house filled with screaming children, sliding down the front staircase bannisters.”
I laughed and shook my head as we walked up the front stairs. “I think you might want to ret
hink that statement. Sliding down these railing could be dangerous and I don’t know about screaming children. Laughing, lovable, happy, giggling children sound better.”
Reaching the second floor, he quickly showed me two more bedrooms with an adjoining bathroom between them. I didn’t need to be shown the master suite as I was quite familiar with it, so we moved up to the next floor. On the third floor, there was an office/library that looked out to The Commons. The room had a floor to ceiling bookcase filled with many hardbound books along one wall and a sliding ladder. A vintage, hand-carved mahogany wood desk, which once belonged to his great-grandfather, sat in front of the window. The reading space was decorated with modern furnishings: a sofa, a coffee table, and two club chairs arranged on a large antique area rug. Leaving the room, Drake quickly showed me a nicely decorated guest bedroom with an en suite bathroom. We then headed to the back of the house, finding a game room complete with a bar and billiard table before continuing out two sliding doors to his deck.
When I walked out on to the deck, I notice the reproduction sliding patio doors had purple glass similar to the old panes in the original house windows. Touching them, I turned to Drake and began to ask but he answered before a word escaped my lips. “Yes, I obtained an old window through a local auction house and had them installed.”
Moving me away from the doors, we settled on a wide, padded lounge chair large enough for two. “They match your eyes.”
Ignoring my statement about his eyes, he unstrapped and removed my sandals then asked, “You know about the lavender glass?”