by Mia Ford
He lifted me easily onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. I was sitting there with my legs dangling over the sides. The white robe that I had on split down the middle, as he parted my knees and gave me a reason to think that breakfast was going to be something different.
“I don’t think that you are thinking clearly.” I tried to get him off topic, but his eyes were drawn to more than just my naked thigh. He was very strong and insistent as he moved in with my knees parted. His hands were holding me apart like a wishbone.
“I think that it would be a good idea for me to give you a sneak peak of what is going to happen tonight.” He got down on his knees into a servitude position. I was the one sitting there looking down at his smug face as he grabbed me from around the knees and pulled me towards his mouth with his tongue outstretched.
He tickled my clit, making my neck muscles begin to throb with my head thrown back. The tendons were quite noticeable. I could feel him taking off the belt and letting the robe slide open. Anybody from outside would know what was going on, but couldn’t see a damn thing.
“It doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to hold you back. I do like oral sex giving and receiving. That is something that you are going to learn very quickly.” He lightly nipped at my thighs; pulling at the skin and making me feel that I was in over my head.
“I do like a woman that knows how to carry herself with authority. I can’t get over the way that these pink lips seem to be calling my name.” He slid in, his tongue going into place and stirring the source of that pleasure.
“My god… I don’t know where your tongue begins and ends and I don’t care. I have been tightly round from the moment that I began my campaign to seduce you. It looks like the tables have turned and I couldn’t be any happier.” I slapped my legs over his shoulders. I was lying back while leaning on my hands. I wasn’t going to miss a single moment of the way that he was looking at me with that fire in his eyes. If I didn’t believe in miracles before, then the way that he was driving me out of my mind was slowly convincing me otherwise.
I heard the lapping motion of his tongue as he licked up one side and down the other to once again insert his dominance. The forceful way that he was digging his fingers into my thighs was a good indication that he was a man of few words and mostly action.
I was tapping what appeared to be Morse code on his back with my heels, but mostly it was keeping up with the rhythm of how he was pushing me beyond my own endurance. I should have stopped him, but I don’t think anyone in their right mind would have been able to. That pleasure-seeking digit was revving my motor and bringing things out of me that I had never felt before. I was the one that was usually in control, teaching the younger generation how to treat a woman the right way, but this was like lightning between my legs.
He had control of me and messing around with him was asking for more trouble than it was worth. I couldn’t say that and mean it with a straight face. If necessary, I would’ve walked over broken glass and stood up to just about anyone to be with him. I thought about Lillian and what she had done to keep Julia from making problems. It could’ve been a bluff, but I had this feeling that she wasn’t prone to saying something that wasn’t true.
“What the hell is that?” He had slipped me the finger and latched onto another part of my anatomy that was most appreciative for the attention. I was pushing myself up against him, putting my hands on his shoulders for support as I felt it coming. He had raised the bar for other men and I was soon flying by the seat of my pants. I wasn’t wearing pants, but it didn’t I mean that I wasn’t transported to another realm of existence.
I had no idea that I was capable of screaming with that kind of intensity. It rattled the very cups that had our coffee sitting on the counter. I thought for sure that the windows were going to explode. That would cause us to run for cover from the raining shards of glass.
He was slapping my thighs, making this humming sound that only prolonged and enhanced the experience. I was completely enthralled, lost to the moment and pulling at the short hairs on his head with my body now climbing to the very end of my rope. I thought that one orgasm was plenty, but the second one that followed the first was even stronger. I was moaning with my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my body at the crescent of my pleasure.
The pleasing way that he circled my clit without even touching it was making me extra sensitive. I would’ve loved to have taken a snapshot of the moment. I wanted to hold onto that feeling, bottle it and then bring it out when I needed that pick me up.
His lips were covered in my secretions and that glistening sheen was a dead giveaway that he had gone above and beyond. I touched those lips, tracing them with my finger and then made him suck it deeply in and out of his mouth. It was such an erotic and naughty thing to do that it was right up there with the way that I had played with him with my feet.
He was licking the dew drops of my excitement off of my thighs and biting lightly to make me hunger for something even more than lip service. He didn’t stop until he was lightly tickling my clit and making me push back against him with my foot against his chest. I was oversensitive and anymore and I probably would’ve passed out from the sheer bliss of the moment.
He stood up with both hands on the island on either side of me. He kissed me, letting me taste the ambrosia of my flavor attacking my taste buds. It was all that I could do not to lie there in a prone position with my head hanging over the side and not giving a damn about what kind of impression I was making on the locals that were passing by.
“Miss West, I do believe that I have finished what I started. I’ve worked myself into an appetite. You may need some time to compose yourself. I would like to request the honor of your company for breakfast. I just hope that I don’t have room for dessert.” He licked his lips, making me feel like my pie was the only thing on the menu.
I sat there at the table, playing footsy with him underneath the tablecloth and seeing him squirm to my touch. I was running my bare foot up the inside of his jeans. It was a tight fit and I had to contend with putting both feet in his lap. He kept looking around like our display was going to be caught.
The feeling was sublime to feel the outline of his desire for me. I was only priming him and pumping him up for the test that I had come up with to measure his stamina. My legs were quivering with that need building by the second. I would have gladly squatted over top of him and taken him into me with his pole following the silky contours of my inner muscles.
“I believe that I’m going to have the steak and eggs. I’m quite famished and you drained me of everything that I had left. I need to replenish with a carbo load of calories.” I took the freshly made orange juice. I drank half the glass with my lips feeling parched and in desperate need of something to quench my thirst.
“Marshall, we need to talk about business. Do you think that you can manage that with this distraction?”
“I have gotten a couple of text messages and they are not very promising. I thought that one of these two companies would feel like fighting back. Whatever she has over them is substantial enough that they don’t want to rock the boat. I’m not giving up. There’s still a few at the bottom of the totem pole that might want their pound of flesh. We’re just going to have to be patient. I know that is not either one of our strong suits, but I think that we have learned that sometimes good things come to those who wait.” I was still playing the naughty vixen under the table and he was having trouble speaking.
I would’ve gone under and taken matters into my own hands, but I thought that might be pushing it just a little bit. I was still feeling nervous that I was taking this kind of risk in a public place. It felt too delicious to stop and the look on his face told me that he remembered how my toes felt on his naked shaft.
“You can only do so much, Marshall. There’s no reason to beat yourself up over it. Whether Lillian comes after us or not is beside the point. I know this is going to sound trite, but have you ever thought t
hat love can conquer all?” I didn’t mean to say that, but it wasn’t like I could take it back. I didn’t exactly come out and say that I loved him, but the meaning was quite clear for any man even if they were unable to read the signs of a woman’s attraction.
“You are purposely teasing me and I know the reason why. You want there to be no doubt in your mind that what we are doing tonight is the right thing. It’s possible that we got caught up in the danger. I don’t think so, but that is not for me to say. You have to decide what is right for you. This is entirely in your hands. I would never assume anything. It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. I won’t hold that against you if that is what you are worried about.” It was nice of him to give me that out, but I wasn’t looking for one.
“We have done more than enough talking already. We only have to wait a few more hours and then everything will become clear to the both of us. We like to test each other. I am a woman wild with passion and it’s not something that you are used to. You might have seen a semblance of that with some of those girls that you have been with in the past, but nothing like this.” The pleasure was mine. What he had done this morning was going to make me go crazy on him.
I had a western omelet with all the fixings. It was the perfect complement to the way that he had consumed me for an appetizer. I wanted to return the favor. His lust for me was boiling over. My toes had turned him into a gibbering idiot. He was trying to say something, but the sweat pooling down his nose told me that I was breaking him like a wild stallion.
The breakfast was everything that the manager had claimed that it would be. The home fries were not something to be left out. Tasting the pepper and salt touching my tongue was nothing compared to what I was going to taste later on.
“I almost forgot. I have a ski lesson in less than 10 minutes. You’re more than welcome to join me. You can’t tell me that in all of your travels around the world that you haven’t strapped on a pair of skis.” He left a sizable tip and it was not your customary 15%. The smile on the waiter’s face was priceless as he picked up the $100 bill and pocketed it before anybody could notice.
“There’s no reason for me to see you being manhandled like the wanton woman that you are. I trust you not to do anything that would make me look at you in a different light. I can’t say the same thing for your instructor, but it always takes two to tango. If you make it perfectly clear to him that you’re off limits, then maybe he won’t make that pass that he has been accused of in the past.” He didn’t want to ski, but he did want to meet the man that was going to try playing the part of Romeo to this Juliet.
“I just want to tell you that you need to keep your hands off of her. That might sound petty and jealous, but I have every right to be possessive. She is mine and if I were you, I would not mess with me. You never know, I might take exception to the way that you are undressing her with your eyes. If that is as far as it goes, then I won’t have anything to worry about.” Marshall looked ready to throw down with anybody. I was going to have to remind him that I had no interest seeing him fight for my honor.
They were both acting like children and I was expecting them to whip it out to have some kind of measuring contest. Thankfully, it did not come to that and Marshall left me to handle the advances of Jessie. I was surprised that he was able to leave it alone, but it helped me to see him with more character than going into a Neanderthal brawl over me.
“I don’t usually get into the middle of domestic disputes, but I won’t say no.” Jessie was boasting his prowess in the bedroom and some women would have fallen head over heels for a chance to sleep with him. “I don’t want any problems with your boyfriend. If you were to tell me that you had an open relationship, then I would have to believe you. I do like them with more than an airbrushed physique. You are a natural woman and I feel that it’s my duty to appreciate everything that you are. There is sadness in your eyes and I do hope that your boyfriend has been treating you right.” He looked like a blond Adonis with that smirk that was telling a story of availability and desire to sleep with anything with two legs.
“I bet you say that to all the girls. I’m not just saying that. I’m sure that you have some game, but it’s not going to work on me. You would be better served to do your job and turn your attention to somebody that is less likely to punch you in the mouth.” I was tempted and pushing my buttons by going down on me was a good way to throw me at this specimen of a man.
“I was just putting it out there. There’s no reason for you to take any offense. All you had to do was say no and that would be the end of it. Say those words and you’ll never hear me speak of your body or any thoughts of what I could do to you to put a smile on your face. I could definitely turn that frown upside down.” He thought that I wasn’t going to have the courage to say the words, but he was about to find out otherwise.
“Read my lips… No means no and it doesn’t mean maybe. I don’t want what you’re selling. Let’s get on with this and stop tap dancing with your obvious need to take me back to whatever shack you live in.” I was putting him on the spot, calling out his manhood and making him well aware that rejection was in his future.
“I will take what you say at face value, but things have a tendency to change around here. If you change your mind, that open invitation is there any time that you want to use it. I live in the resort and the manager always knows where to find me.” He was hands-on, touching me inappropriately and garnering the gasps of surprise and pleasure that were not unheard of with that kind of attention.
“You do make some interesting points. It’s an argument that I am hard pressed to fight back from. I am going to keep saying the word no over and over again until you get it through that thick skull that there’s no way that you are going to get any of this.” I hung on his every word, listening to him and taking everything in as a sponge. I was quite the natural and before long I was jumping past the bunny slope for something a lot more challenging.
The snow was still coming down, but not as heavy as it was last night. The wind had diminished and the swirl of snow in front of me showed that the snow that had fallen was light and fluffy. I couldn’t bring myself to walk away from the slopes. I was out there for a few hours and then it dawned on me that I was giving somebody the wrong idea. I was letting him think that his company was not enough for me. I had to rectify that situation or I would risk pushing him away for good.
I found him pouting, looking over his computer and having this look that had me thinking that we were screwed and not in a good way. I could only hope that he didn’t think that I was doing something with the ski instructor all this time. I had forgotten how freeing it was to be at the mercy of Mother Nature. I liked to challenge myself and to push the envelope as far as I was willing to go.
“I do hope that you had a good time.” His words were laced with sarcasm and I think that he was waiting for me to throw myself at his feet. “I’ve been here thinking about strategy and I might have a way for us to catch her with her pants down. Is there something that you want to say to me?” It was obvious that he was jealous, but he had no reason to be.
“You can’t possibly have been worried about whether or not I was going to sleep with that man. He is a boy that is in desperate need of a woman like me to call him on his bull shit. I will put your mind at ease by saying that I wasn’t even the least bit interested. I might’ve been before I met you, but a lot of things have changed since then. I like a little bit more experience. It’s nice that I don’t have to tell you what to do every step of the way. You are the only thing that I want and I believe that it’s about that time that we prove that.” I’d taken the liberty of having our meal catered.
I had brought the tray down with me and this was a meal that was supposed to be served in a sharing fashion. I put out my hand and he looked at me with his eyebrow cocked, but then he took me up on my offer.
I was the one that pulled out his chair and he sat down before I took my own. With a flourish of a magic
ian, I unveiled the contents from underneath. There was a medley of different meats including pork and beef, but there was also an assortment of fresh sushi and the complement of oysters on the half shell. I looked at him and we both knew that the oyster was known to be an aphrodisiac.
I put one to my lips and I let it slide down my throat before taking a hold of another. “I don’t need any further incentive to be with you. I’m not even sure that I believe that oysters are good for the libido. I don’t see us having any problem getting out of the gate.” The Swedish meatballs and the sauce that was supplied was a spicy combination that had me going back for seconds.
We both consumed them with our fingers and even fed each other like we were true lovers. The fresh fruit was a perfect palate cleanser. My favorite part was the honeydew melon, so succulent and sweet that it made me starve for his flesh quivering underneath my touch.
“Gillian, I believe that we have reached the portion of the evening where there’s only one place left to go.” I had not questioned him on what his plans were for Lillian. This was not the time or place to discuss business. This was a time for our bodies to do the talking for us.
“I thought that you would never ask.” I’d talked to a few young ski bunnies and had convinced them that I needed something to make this night more memorable. One black haired vixen gave me a red negligee that would have Marshall stopping in his tracks. I had already unzipped the snow suit that I was wearing.
I was about to follow him upstairs with our fingers barely touching when I thought of something that we might need. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and I didn’t see there being a necessity for glasses.
I entered the bedroom and the scene was like a fairy tale come true. Candles were lit and there was a smattering of rose petals leading from the threshold to the bed. The sheets were changed. He had arranged to have red silk sheets to be curled around us in the throes of passion.