“I’ll let you in on a secret,” I say, brushing her hair aside and lightly kissing her ear. “Neither do I. As a kid, I would try to find shapes, and then I would create my own stories.”
“Ohhh, I really like the sound of that.” Camellia turns her head and looks at me. Her smile goes straight to my groin. Godammit man, get a grip!
“Here we are,” I say, extending my arm so she can walk out and see the view.
“Oh, this is so pretty! You have this all to yourself?”
“Well, yes,” I say. “I do own the building, so I have final say over who can come up here.”
Camellia’s eyes go wide. “Holy sh… Erm. I mean, wow.”
I laugh as I walk with her to the center of the roof, where there is a grassy area. “It’s alright. I know I’m in a fortunate position. Hold on a moment and I’ll have someone bring up some drinks.” I pull my custom mobile phone from my pocket and text instructions to my housekeeper, then turn the phone off. “Come over here,” I say, pulling her close to me.
She wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me, then tilts her head up for a kiss. I kiss her lightly, caressing the back of her neck as she opens her mouth to me.
Fuck. She tastes better than the Chateau Lafitte wine I’ve directed Eleanor, my housekeeper, to bring up. I could become addicted to this girl. Hell, I think I might already be.
The elevator softly dings and we pull apart. Eleanor appears with a folded blanket and a small picnic basket. She spreads out the blanket, then opens the bottle of wine so it can breathe before I serve it to Camella.
“Anything else, sir?”
“No, that’s it, Eleanor. I won’t need anything else this evening. Thank you.”
Eleanor disappears as quickly as she came. Then, it’s just Camellia and me, alone, beneath the stars on a beautiful, clear evening.
“Why don’t you lie down?” I suggest, steering her toward the blanket Eleanor spread out.
“A picnic? But we just ate that amazing dinner!”
“It’s just some fruit and chocolate. Simple. There is, however, wine.” We stop walking by the edge of the blanket and I turn to face her. I rub my hand along her jaw, feeling an indescribable thrill when she tilts her head and presses it into my palm. “Though I am not sure whether I should share the wine with you. I wouldn’t want to be a corrupting influence…”
“I would love to taste the wine,” Camellia smiles up at me, her arm wrapped around my waist again. “Though I really don’t know anything about wine, either.”
“Hm. I think I can share a taste with you,” I say, leaning down and giving her a slow kiss.
“That sounds perfect.”
We settle on the blanket and lay on our backs as we look up at the stars in the sky. “There, I say, pointing to a cluster of stars. I think that looks like a palm tree.”
Camellia giggles and glances quickly at me. “I don’t know about that… But what about that one?” Camellia points to a bright star, partially surrounded by other stars.
“Hmm,” I say, pretending I don’t see the shape she’s pointing at. “Can you show me which one you mean?”
Her soft curves press against me as she leans in, exactly as I hoped she would, and points up to the sky. I catch a whiff of her shampoo and I want to bury my face in her hair, get lost in her scent. Memorize it and memorize her.
“Just there,” she says, turning to me, her pretty face inches from mine. “Can you see it now?”
“I can certainly see you, and you are certainly prettier than the constellations.”
Even in the darkness, I can see bright spots of color rush into her cheeks.
I reach up and run my finger along her jaw, slowly, relishing the feeling of her soft, smooth skin beneath my touch. I lower my lips to her mouth and kiss her deeply, devouring the sweet taste of her full lips and mouth.
Groaning, I move my hands to the front of her cardigan and trace a slow design on her chest. Camellia catches her breath and I can feel her shiver under my touch.
“That feels nice,” she says, her voice low and heavy. I feel her hand tentatively stroking my stomach and I remind myself to go slowly with her. I want to push her hand lower, let her feel the hardness that she’s inspiring in me, feel her soft skin on my throbbing tower of manhood.
“You feel nice, too,” I say. “May I?” I ask, lowering my fingers to the top button of her cardigan.
Camellia glances away briefly. Biting her lip, she turns back to me and nods, a shy smile teasing the corner of her lips.
I undo the top button of her cardigan and see my first glimpse of the pale swelling of her breasts encased in lace. My heart isn’t the only thing under my clothes that’s leaping.
I know I told Blake I wasn’t going to sleep with him tonight, but with the way he’s kissing me, all forceful and with authority, and now with him slowly unbuttoning my cardigan? My body is screaming to do what I promised I wouldn’t. If he can make me feel this good with kissing and caressing, how amazing will it feel to let him claim all of me? Let him touch me and kiss me everywhere, with nothing separating our bodies?
“Oh, fuck. Look at how gorgeous you are.” Blake’s voice is thick and my body tingles at how he’s lightly touching the tops of my breasts, like they’re precious artwork that he’s afraid he might break.
“Really?” I’ve always thought my body was okay, but I’ve never thought that it was particularly alluring or special.
Blake pauses for a moment, then looks up at me.
“You really have no idea, do you?” He asks, lifting his hand so that it’s cupping my jaw. This time, he trails a line of slow kisses from my lip to the tops of my breasts. The kisses are so light, it nearly tickles and it makes me shiver. “You are beautiful, Camellia. Truly exquisite.”
I look at Blake, trying to figure out if he’s putting me on or not, but the look on his face tells me he really believes this. His face is open, not like the hard shell he wore when we first met or the business face he wore when we had dinner with those investors and their wives. This looks more like the real Blake, one that he keeps private from the world.
Moving a little so that I can sit up, I finish unbuttoning my cardigan and let it slide down my arms.
“Oh.” Blake’s breath catches as he stares at my breasts. “You’re wearing the lingerie that was sent over, aren’t you?”
“What? Oh, yes. Thank you for all the clothes! Everything is so unbelievably nice. It’s just like having had everything from Vogue delivered to my door!”
“You deserve nothing but the best, Camellia. Now and always.”
“I feel like you’re spoiling me,” I admit. I really like Blake and he certainly seems to be different than the man I originally thought he was, but it’s really awkward having all this happening at once. Never did I imagine I could be lucky enough to even find a job that pays more than the minimum wage!
“Why wouldn’t I spoil—”
We both go silent as we hear a woman scream – and it is so not a scream of distress.
“Oh, wow,” I say. I’ve heard about people screaming during sex, but I didn’t think that was an actual thing.
“Someone clearly left their window open tonight,” Blake chuckles, pulling me close to him. The night air is slightly chilly on my skin and the softness of his cashmere sweater feels glorious soft and warm against my skin.
“I’ll say. I’ve never heard anyone scream like that.”
Blake looks at me, his eyes unreadable. “Maybe one day you’ll scream like that.”
“Oh no, no,” I say quickly, feeling flustered. “I can’t ever imagine doing something like that!”
“Maybe the right person will come along,” he says, running his finger under the waistband of my skirt, “or maybe the right person has already come along and you don’t know it.”
“I…” Oh, God. I knew that Blake liked me, but with the look of openness and tenderness in his eyes, and with the bulge in his jeans, I know that he likes me. Blake
really likes me. “Maybe…”
Blake’s smile when I say ‘maybe’ is so big and looks like it’s going to crack his face in two! His hand feels hot against my skin as he slides it up my back, and then I feel a pop as he deftly undoes my bra clasp in a single movement.
“Oh!”
“Have you ever felt the night air on your skin? Your bare skin?” Blake asks, gently sliding my lacy bra down my arms, and then tossing it aside.
“I… Oh… No…” I tremble as he kisses one of my breasts, then the other. He roughly licks my nipple and a bolt of fiery pleasure burns through me. “Oh, yes. That. Please.”
Blake licks and sucks at my nipple, while pinching my other one. In this moment, nothing else exists but the searing pleasure that’s rushing through my body, invading senses I didn’t even know existed. My body feels like something new, something better, something enhanced. I run my fingers through Blake’s hair, encouraging him.
“Don’t stop. Oh, please don’t stop!” I moan in frustration when he lifts his mouth from my breast.
“Take off your skirt and panties. I want to see all of you, see just how stunning you are.”
I know it’s wrong, but I take off the rest of my clothes and kick them off to the side.
“Fuck.”
It’s all Blake says, pulling his sweater over his head. There’s a different fire in his eyes as I lay back down next to him again and caress his bare chest. He guides me onto my back, lowering his mouth and roughly sucking at my breast, like something wild has been unleashed in him. My breath catches and I squirm against his hand as he slides his fingers into my wetness and teases me down there.
“Oh my God,” I say. An orgasm is already careening through me. My body feels molten and tense and as if it’s being pushed into a new state of existence. In a rush, my body explodes, clenching and releasing as I shake from the sheer force of my orgasm. I arch into Blake and he doesn’t let go, but instead he’s pushing my orgasm further and further.
My body goes limp and I curl up next to him, feeling happier and more content than I ever have before.
“Goddamn you’re sexy when you come. All that moaning and writhing around,” Blake says, stroking my hair as I wrap my arms around him. I feel safe and protected when I’m with Blake, and I haven’t felt that way since my Aunt Anne died. “But I still can’t get you to scream. I want to know what it will take to make you scream.”
“I… I don’t really know, honestly,” I say. I’m comfortable with Blake, but I’ve never talked about sex with anyone before! Sure, I’ve listened to Felicia, but I didn’t really know what she was talking about and I’ve always assumed she was embellishing a lot. Now, though, I realize that maybe she wasn’t.
Blake turns and looks at me, and once again I’m floored with how a man as handsome as him could really be fascinated and interested in me!
“Well, there’s one way to find out,” he says, a dirty smile on his lips. I feel his hand trail from my waist and towards my legs, but I giggle and twist away from him.
“Actually,” I say, already embarrassed at the words I want to say. “Let me give something to you. Let me taste you, like you tasted me.” I turn back to Blake, feeling bold as I run my hand from his chest and down to the heat in his pants.
“Have you tasted a man before?” Blake gasps, his eyelids falling as he tilts his head back. Butterflies fill my stomach as I feel how hard and big he is. Can I really go through with this? Will he even fit in my mouth?
“I’m ready to try,” I say, feeling my cheeks burn with a blush. My fingers fumble with the button of his jeans. Looking up at Blake, I say, “I’d like to see you, too, in the moonlight, like you’re seeing me.”
Blake mutters something under his breath. I can’t understand the words, but I can see the war of his desire burning in him.
“You’re sure?” Blake stands, the fly of his jeans slightly open. I stare at the top of his boxers, my body tingling at what they’re covering. I want to see his cock with my own eyes, touch it with my bare skin, taste and explore him with my mouth and tongue. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but for Blake, it’s something I’m aching to do and try. I have never felt such attraction or carnal desire for anyone. I want to give all of me to him, open myself up to him fully and deeply, give him my body and give him me.
“Oh, I’m very sure.” I move so that I’m in a kneeling position and I smile up at him. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
His legs are lean and I watch as his muscles flex as he pushes his jeans down and kicks them in the direction of my clothes. I stop him when he starts to pull his boxers down.
“Let me,” I offer, holding my hand out to him, inviting him to step forward.
“Christ almighty,” he mutters, stepping forward so that he’s inches away from me.
Placing my hands on his hips, Blake’s skin is hot and smooth. I catch my breath once I’ve pushed his boxers low enough that I can see him. His thick and beautiful cock jumps when I touch it.
“Ohh,” I giggle, touching it again and watching as it jumps. When I look up at Blake, he’s watching me, his eyes hungry. Not moving my eyes from his, I gently take hold of his cock and lick the tip, an exploratory taste. Blake closes his eyes and groans, and I take another lick of his delicious saltiness and wrap my lips around him, trying out the size of him in my mouth.
“Sweet fuck,” Blake groans as I move my mouth over him. As I get used to the size of him, I change up the speed of my sucking and bobbing on his big cock, and Blake starts making sounds that aren’t even words – they’re more like the sounds a wild animal would make!
I let Blake slide out of my mouth. Moving my head, I stick my tongue out and lick him from the base of his delicious cock to the tip, then circle my tongue around before plunging my mouth as far down his cock as I can.
“Holy mother of God,” Blake bellows, his hips pushing against me and forcing him deeper into my mouth.
“You like that?” I ask, rubbing my hand along his shaft as I look up to him.
“Holy fuck. Don’t stop. My God,” his voice groans and his body trembles, “I don’t know how you know how to do this, but fuck if it’s not perfect.”
I smile and lower my head back on him, moving as fast as I can and taking him deeper and deeper. Blake runs his fingers through my hair and starts guiding my head as he thrusts into my mouth. My whole body is shaking and moving, mirroring how much his body is moving. I slide my hands around to his ass and grab him, and Blake makes more guttural sounds.
“Fuck fuck fuck yesssss.” Blake screams my name and holds my head as he pushes in deep and stays in my mouth. His delicious cock twitches and his come hotly hits the back of my throat. I cough and move my head, so I can catch my breath, then wipe my hand across my mouth.
Looking up and watching as Blake’s body continues to jolt and shudder? It makes me feel special that I could do this. I never imagined sucking a man off would be so much fun! I love watching how, even though I’ve finished, emotions roll over Blake. His mouth opens and closes, and when I reach up and touch his hip, his body twitches as if every nerve ending was on fire. And I’m the one who did this. Me!
“Oh, Camellia. I’m sorry. You weren’t prepared,” Blake opens his eyes and looks down at me, his voice tender. Kneeling beside me, and he rubs my back. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say, curling into his arms. A light breeze has picked up and it’s cool, but Blake’s chiseled body is hot and I warm up quickly when he wraps his arms around me. “Was that good?”
Blake holds me tighter and strokes my hair. “Camellia. That was incredible. I… That was stunning.”
Smiling, I snuggle my body against Blake’s and let the warmth of his skin heat me. Why not go all the way? But when we lay back on the blanket and I run my hand down his stomach and to his still-twitching cock, Blake grabs my hand and puts it on his chest, his hand pinning mine.
“No.” His voice is happy, gentle. �
��Not tonight.”
“But,” I say, frustrated. “I thought you wanted me?” Have I misjudged Blake? Is he tired of me already? Is he going to send me off to find an Uber and make my own way home?
“Oh, Camellia,” he says, looking at me with his sexy hazel eyes. “I do. Believe me I want you.” His lips quirk up into a slow smile and he pulls me closer to him. “I just don’t want you to think I’m the kind of boss who expects you to sleep with him.”
“If you insist,” I pout, though I’m smiling a few seconds later. The feeling of his skin against mine is amazing. Plus, it feels like maybe there is something between us, like maybe we have a shot at things. I feel safe with Blake, like he cares about me and that I can trust him with who I am as a person, that he won’t laugh at the things I’m insecure about or think badly of me for not knowing what I want to do with my life.
“I do insist.” Blake stares into my eyes and I wonder if this is what love feels like, being with someone who makes you happy and makes you feel special. “We have all the time in the world. I don’t plan to let you go.”
“Tell me, Camellia,” Yvette, Wendell’s wife, asks. “I’m dying to know! Annabelle is going to be so sorry she wasn’t able to make it tonight! I told her not to have the cocktail shrimp at lunch!”
Camellia’s face lights up as she smiles. She glances quickly at me and the memory of her kneeling before me, and then her lips and tongue working my cock, and just like that I’m hard again. Fuck. This girl is something. Never has a woman gotten under my skin like this!
“Well, technically, we kinda met at Gallery Night. You remember, honey, don’t you?” She reaches out and puts her hand on mine and squeezes. “It was so funny and embarrassing! Well, it’s funny now. Anyway, I totally bumped into him while he was talking to this fancy pants artist who made these,” her eyes cut to me and she winks, “absolutely atrocious paintings. But here I was, bumping into Blake and I was mortified. You see, I knew who he was, even though he had no idea who I was.”
“What do you mean?” Yvette asks, taking a sip from her wine.
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