“Presumptuous of you. What if I say no?”
“You would say no to a night of sleeping a super luxurious bed in the presidential sweet? I hear they have all you can eat ice cream.” I give her my most innocent face.
“You know that’s not why we’re here.”
“You ever hear what they say about assuming?”
With a laugh she puts her arm in mine and we stroll in and right up to the presidential suite. I really booked it for the view. Was I hopeful? Hell yes. Am I still hopeful? You bet your fucking ass I am.
With a laugh Henley trots up to the floor to ceiling windows that circle the entire house. This room doesn’t offer the best view of the bay and the mountains. My condo does that. But it offers an extraordinary view of the city.
I walk up behind her, skimming my hands up her arms and burrowing my face in the crook of her neck. She smells amazing. She looks amazing. Everything about her is amazing to me.
“Do you know why I picked this dress?”
“Hmm. You like purple?” It’s as good a guess as any.
“No,” she replies with soft husky laugh. “I picked this particular dress because if you undo that one clasp… the whole thing comes right off.”
I breath out against her skin, and pull her closer putting my lips right against her ear, and my hands right against that said clasp. “You’re a naughty little thing aren’t you.” The clasp gives a little pop as it comes apart and the dress falls to the floor.
“Only for you,” the sigh is off her lips as she turns toward me and steps out of the dress.
Henley in nothing but four inch stilettos and lace wraps on her arms is stunning. And I mean nothing. This whole time Henley wasn’t wearing any panties. I can feel my cock get even harder in my pants at the sight. And against Seattle at night her eyes are practically luminescent. Her lips are parted begging to be kissed. But I’m not ready to give in yet. I just want to look. I want to watch.
“Henley,” her eyes drag up to mine. The flush in her cheeks is noticeable against her smooth skin. “Touch yourself.”
Her body gives a noticeable start, as color floods her cheeks. I can tell by the wide eyes look in her eyes this is something she doesn’t normally do. So with a reassuring smile I take her hand in mine, and walk her toward the bedroom. When we step past the bedroom threshold, I can hear hear breath begin hitching faster. Each exhale is like a little pant, and I know she is just as wound up as I am. We are a pair she and I.
I lead her slowly over to the plush bed, and sit her down in the middle of it, letting her back rest propped up against the pillows. My body follows her on, my hand resting at the uncovered curve of her ass. Slowly I let it work against her thigh, and down to the curve of her knee where I hook my hand around it and slowly spread her leg out, leaving her heel resting on the flat of the bed. I do the same with her other leg until she is spread wide for viewing. When she is positioned, I take her hand and run it gently along her collar bone. Her breathing is ragged, and her chest heaves delicately beneath the touch of her hand. I use her hand to trace a slow track to her breasts, swirling the fingers around one breast and then the other. Using her own fingers to pinch at her nipples.
Her eyes are thin slits watching her hand travel across her body. Watching her hands slide against the her silken skin. I use her hand to travel lower, skimming past her pussy to slowly drag at her thighs. She lets out a low whimper when we pass it up, but continues to let me use her body how I want. Slowly I work circles against her thighs as I bring her hand back up. I run her fingers along the outside edge of her pussy, garnering a whimper as she begins to writhe her body against her own touch.
Her head leans back on a groan, as I circle back to the top before plunging her fingers and mine through the slick wet folds of her pussy. The warm wet heat coats both of our fingers, drawing a groan from the both of us.
I draw back before I am unable, leaving her to play with her pussy on her own. I take a few steps away from the bed to grab a chair, position it at the foot of the bed, and just watch. My breath hitches in my throat, and my hand moves of its own volition, unbuckling my pants and letting the full hard length of my cock spring free.
Henley lets out a whimper at the sight, and I use my hand to grip and stroke myself in time with the movements of Henley’s fingers. I groan at the sensation of feeling the tight stroking against my cock and watching Henley gently circle her fingers around her clit. With a soft moan she dips the tips of her fingers further into her pussy, and I can see her juices coating her hand.
I use my fingers to squeeze my cock’s swollen head, swirling my fingers through my own juices. Using the wetness to stroke the ridge of my cock before, sliding my hands roughly down the underside, and once again taking my cock in a firm grip. The shudder that runs through her body while she watches me do this is almost cataclysmic, as she continues slowly fucking herself with her fingers.
We are both eying each other up like a last meal, and I know I have to take her soon. Before either of us comes. I know if I’m too close to the edge the moment I push into her too tight cunt I’ll be done for, so reluctantly I drag my hand away from my cock and push myself up onto the bed. Her hand stills instantly her eyes watching my slow approach.
The sweet musky scent of her sex practically buckles my knees as I position myself between her thighs. She is lust and sex. A goddess among the world of men. A creature to be worshiped. Every silken inch of her. So that’s what I do. I worship her. I worship her with each pass of my hands against her skin, with each drag of my fingers against her flesh, and eventually I am positioned over her our lips a breath away. This close I can see the want in her eyes. The fierce need that mirrors my own, but instead of taking charge she waits for me to guide her. She trusts me to guide her to the pleasure we both seek. She is leaps and bounds from the woman I fucked in a bistro scarcely two months ago.
With a final sigh, I close the gap between our lips, mine brushing gently against hers setting the pace for a slow easy kiss. She complies, letting her lips move gently against my own. They are soft, plump, and taste of the chocolate dessert. With the taste of her on my tongue, and the musky sexual scent of her in the air I can’t stay gentle for long. My tongue begs entrance into the sweet cavern of her mouth even as my hands clamp tightly around her arms pinning her to the bed beneath me. Her tongue wars with mine, sending fire through my body, every muscle tightening begging to get on with it.
My hips buck gently, rubbing my cock along her inner thigh, eliciting a moan from the both of us. The slick wet juice from her pussy has dripped onto her inner thigh, and each thrust drags my throbbing cock through it soaking the skin. My lips move from hers, and she tilts her head giving me greater access to the nape of her neck, as I use my tongue against her skin. With each lick she shivers under my touch, and by the time I make it to her collar bone I’ve even been able to elicit a few soft whimpers.
My lips travel further down, my tongue sliding a slick trail across her sweet flavored skin, as I slowly kiss and suck my way around the outside of one breast before doing the same to the other. She moans and writhes against me, trying to force her pebbled nipple closer to my mouth, and with a soft chuckle against her skin I consent. I aim to please after all.
So when her nipple is close enough, I lock my blue eyes on her lust darkened green ones and let my tongue flick out once against the puckered skin. The gasp alone that whispers out between her lips would have been enough of a reward for me. To know that she felt me. To know that I am the one that affects her so. But to my body? One lick would never be enough. So with a growl I pull the whole of her puckered nipple into my mouth, my tongue laving against the swollen surface. I can tell the electricity of my touch goes straight to her core, by the way she begins bucking her hips, sliding her wet cunt closer and closer to my cock with ever thrust. I feel it too. To the point that I’m practically fucking her inner thighs, the tip of my cock rubbing along the wet folds of her pussy. I can feel it popping against he
r clit and every time it hits, her body gives a tight jerk against me.
She whimpers against me, but I want her to beg. Maybe it’s a sick sadistic part of me, but I want her to beg me for it. So I pull back, and blow against her saliva slicked nipples, and that whimper turns into a wanton cry. My name is a whisper on her lips, and I know she is close. It’s not ‘Angus’ she murmurs over and over like a mantra. It’s Connor.
“Beg me for it.” The words leave my lips in a husky growl, and her body shudders at the sound.
Her green eyes are dark and pleading, fearful even. “I can’t.”
“Of course you can lover, all you have to do is tell me what things are going on in that head of yours. What you want me to do you. And trust me I opened that book. I know exactly how obscene that mind of yours can be.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few times and I slowly trace my tongue along her jawline. “I want… I want you to… put it in me.” Her breath is coming out in ragged little pants.
“Put what in you lover? My fingers?” I slowly trace my fingers against the lips of her pussy, letting them slide through the soaked folds, before pressing on finger in all the way to my knuckle. I’m careful to drag my finger against her core, letting my palm rub against her clit.
With a groan she starts shaking her head back and forth, and even when I see the liquid tears in her eyes maybe it’s mean of me but I don’t stop. I rub more carefully keeping it from being fully satisfying.
“…-ck…” the words are a slight mumble on her lips. Her eyes are closed now and her body is just shivering underneath me. I don’t relent. I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say she wants me just as badly as I want her. She doesn’t hold out much longer, and this time the words are loud and clear. “I want you to fuck me with you cock! Are you happy now you fucking asshole?”
I pull my hands out slowly and wait for her eyes to open. I think I’ve reached it. The point at which if I push just a step further it would be too far. Although I don’t know why expressing her desires is what brings her here. I don’t like it. I want her to want to own me, the same way I want to own her. I want her to feel confident enough to express what she wants from me.
I put it out of my mind as her eyes slowly tremble before opening. Those emerald greens filled with liquid tears. With a soft praising smile, I slip my pussy coated fingers past my lips and slowly lick every last drop of her juices off of them. Her eyes watch me closely following the track of my tongue on my fingers. “That makes me… very happy.” I reply the smile tugging my lips further.
I press my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue past the silken barrier of her lips. And I know she can taste it. I know she can taste herself on me. I let her. I devour her mouth and when we are both moaning and panting again, I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a condom.
Shredding the wrapper, I slide it over my dick letting her watch me all the while. Her eyes hungrily lap the sight up. Her skin flushed pink in the soft light. I press myself in between her folds, letting the length of me run along the outside. Coating myself in her juices. When I shift my hips, it positions the swollen head of my dick against her entrance, and I lock my blue eyes with her green ones as I slowly tease my way in. Inch. By. Inch.
Her hips buck on their own, drawing me in just a little bit further with every movement. One look at Henley tells me I know she is going to get exasperated with me soon, so with a quick kiss, I shove myself all the way in.
Her body bows up off the bed. A ragged moan escaping her lips as her hands clutch at my body. I have to brace myself above her hoping like hell she doesn’t move around to much. It’s taking everything I have not to lose control on top of her. When I’ve finally pulled my dick off the ledge, I start a slow rhythm making sure to rub against her bringing her closer to the edge with me.
She meets me thrust for thrust, with every press of our bodies she shivers harder under my touch. Her green eyes are wide staring at me like she is helpless to control herself. We both are. With each thrust I feel like I’m trying to force her soul to yield to mine. Until there is only one perfectly meshed soul between the two of us. As though I can fuck her into staying mine.
“Connor,” her words are soft as a whisper, but I hear them. I hear them above the panted breaths. Above the melding flesh. I hear her. And when she comes her body clenches tight around mine milking me, begging me to go with her. So I do. And as my orgasm claims me, I have to clamp my lips shut to keep me from saying something stupid. Like telling her how much I lover her. How much I want her. How much I am already hers.
I know it is only minutes, but it feels like hours before I wind down. Before my body comes back to me. Hours in which I clutch to Henley, and she clutches me right back. We are adrift with only each other to hang on to. These might very well be the best post orgasmic moments of my life.
I lean up just far enough as I pull out of her that I can grab the condom and tear it off. Tossing it into the trashcan next to the bed I know I should get up. We are both sweaty, and slicked in sex. But I cant be bothered by it. And by the way Henley is continuing to lay unmoving beneath me I don’t think she is too bothered by it either. So I just flop back down, careful not to crush her and stay snuggled in her arms.
I know it was… almost politely suggested to me to tell Henley about the benefit parties with Adalin, but I don’t want to ruin this. I don’t want to risk ruining this. I’ll have to figure out something else. Because I can’t bring it up. Not now. Not when our bodies are languidly entwined. Not when I can swear that our hearts are beating in time. Not when we are still in such a sweet silence.
“Connor,” her voice is in my ear ash she drapes her body against me.
“I’m not crushing you am I?” I hope I’m not cause I’m not moving.
“Uh no that’s not… what I mean to say is because of the contract I thought maybe I should-”
“Henley… I was drunk… it was really stupid of me to write it. You just… you’re mine okay?” for as long as I can hold on to you.
“Yeah… I know that’s why I thought maybe you’d want to know that tonight… tomorrow? Today…” her head is scanning around, and not finding what she’s looking for she flops her head back against the pillows with a sigh. “I guess it’s Saturday now? The hell if I know but what I was saying is I have plans.”
I arch open one of my blue eyes to watch her intently. She kind of squirms, which I take as a bad sign. “Do these plans involve a guy? Let me clarify… do they involve someone other than me.”
“Well no… I don’t think…” she frowns, thinking about what she’s about to say. It’s a cute thing when she is thinking so hard. “I’m going to a… sex club?”
“What?” I choke the words out, as I pull back up onto my forearms and watch her carefully. I can immediately see the retreat of her comfortable confidence as she takes in my reaction. “Did you really just say that? After we just… is that not enough for you?”
“Really,” she replies with a groan. “Don’t act like that. It’s got nothing to do with you… well I mean besides being your fault but-”
“My fault?” I stutter out incredulously. “Did I drive you to seek sexual pleasure by fucking you?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then by all means explain it.” I can feel myself glaring balefully at her as I sit up. My earlier euphoria is long gone.
Her eyes are wide as she stares down at her arms stroking the lace covered skin. “I… listen… before you? I never… came… or anything. It wasn’t… pleasant. To fuck I mean.”
I watch her closely, knowing this is as close as she has ever come to telling me the darker secrets she hides. This is more than ‘I don’t like men’ this is something darker.
“Nora suggested writing it out… sex. It was therapy for me. It just happened to turn into a career. One I like. I make my own hours and all that… but since you… it’s like… everything is dead. Unless I’m thinking about what you do to me. Unless
I’m feeling the way you touch me… the writing… it’s dead. So I just… was going for a new perspective you know? To observe… or something. Not participate…”
I sit silently watching her, taking it in. She is watching me carefully, and there is a worried crease at her brow. She is worried I’ll be upset… as she should be. There is really only one thing for it.
“I’ll go with you.”
“I don’t want to bother you with… I mean…”
“I am not letting you go alone. Do you know what happens in sex clubs?”
“Sex?” She asks tentatively, her more snarky exterior has been wiped away.
“Imagine for me… a club… where men slip roofies into your drinks and they don’t have to carry you more than ten feet to fuck you. And I don’t just mean fuck you. I mean fuck you. There are even different rooms you know, depending on you’re preferences.”
“You sound like you’ve been before.”
Her eyes are skeptical watching me carefully, and I have been. I’ll have to be honest about that. And it’s not as bad a picture as I painted it. I just don’t want men ogling her. Looking at her. Thinking they can touch her. “I’ve been. It’s been a while, but yes I’ve been.”
I take her in my arm’s, letting her legs straddle my hips. The close contact to her center brings me to half mast as my blood begins to slowly boil.
“That sounds rather hypocritical of you.”
“You’ll go with me. We will find you a new perspective, without anyone but me touching you.” We can both hear the jealousy in my voice. Shit a deaf person couldn’t miss it. But I don’t bother trying to hide it.
“You are something else,” she says with a laugh shaking her head. “What sort of naughty perverse things do you have in mind?”
“Well perhaps we might start the night off by watching some people fuck through the two way mirror. For a new perspective.”
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