SecondSightDating
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Dan slid her body slightly backward, affording him a better view and heightening her almost out-of-mind anticipation. She looked down and noted how the moonlight bounced off her body, dancing on her breasts and highlighting the silken rose design on her red, flimsy underwear. Her nipples beaded, aching for his renewed attention. Hard, uplifted and pointing straight ahead at his body, they begged for his touch.
No sense of embarrassment crossed Serena’s mind. Dan made her feel important, not ashamed of her boldness. Standing in the darkened room by an unshaded window while slivers of light shone inside to brighten their bodies, added an air of naughtiness, intensifying her sensual appetite bordering on lust.
He knelt before her and ran his hands up one leg to the top of her thigh-high stocking. Pulling it leisurely down and off her leg, he then tossed it over his shoulder and removed the second one from her other leg. His fingers skimmed up each leg, dipped under her panties’ waistband and, in deliberate, slow movements, slid the garment down her body. She rested her hands on his shoulders as she lifted each foot so he could help her step out of them. Serena then kicked them aside.
Dan remained in place, raining tiny nips of kisses on her, starting with her knees. He moved from one leg to the other, copying each kiss, planting each one in a mirrored location. Tilted forward as she left her hands on his shoulders, Serena heard heavy, rapid breathing and was surprised to realize it was her own.
His hands moved over her rear end, cupping each cheek. His lips reached each thigh and brushed back and forth over each one until Serena thought her legs would buckle beneath her. He found the spot between her legs and worshipped the area with gentle kisses while caressing her bottom and pulling her closer.
“Dan,” she managed to moan, full of desperate desire to urge him further but afraid to fall where she stood.
He halted his adoration, squeezed her bottom once more and landed one last kiss below her waist before standing. “I take it you want me to stop?”
“Never. I mean, right now, yes.” Heat soared through her. “It’s my turn.”
Dan gave a ragged sigh, then lowered his mouth to hers for a full-blown, mind-boggling kiss. “Yes, ma’am.”
Serena started at his nipples, tweaking them until they hardened. His erection stood at attention, poking through his boxers. She dared to touch him, raking his length with her fingernail.
Even in the miniscule light afforded by the moon, she watched with lust-filled yearning as he grew larger. An unbridled desire to feel him harden under her touch quickened her heartbeat. Dan reveled in it, moaning with each stroke.
“Honey, I can’t hold on much longer.”
Serena emulated his kneeling stance, placing her face squarely in front of his turgid member. She pulled his boxers down from the front center of his waistband and carefully guided the material over and past his ramrod stiff erection. Once down to his feet, Dan stepped out of them and pushed the garment away.
She began her upward ascent starting at his knees, giving small bites while moving over the soft, crinkly curls of hair covering his legs. When she reached the area near his erection, he stilled her hands with his and commanded, “I want you. Now.”
Serena smiled and nodded her approval.
Dan helped her up and she noticed his rapid breathing matched her own. He looked around the office and asked, “Where will you be most comfortable?”
She almost giggled and sensed his urgency matching her own. Serena never thought of her office as a lovemaking site. She took a fast survey of the room. Where to make love? In a matter of seconds she evaluated the possible locations. Feeling like an erotic, sex-crazed Goldilocks, she searched with a totally different purpose in mind other than finding somewhere to just sleep.
The carpet? No. The floor would be too hard. Her sofa? No again. Springs worn, they’d sink into its too soft structure. Her oversized stuffed rocking chair? Just right. It would enable her to ride him sitting up, affording her a wondrous view and more freedom to move.
“I think the chair, but do you have a preference?” she answered in an urgent reply.
Dan lifted her up into his arms. “The chair’s fine. I’m guessing it’ll hold us and be comfortable.” He lowered his mouth to her lips and kissed her with passion. “For the first round, at least.”
Sitting in the chair, he cradled her in his arms and snuggled her close. Serena could feel his firm member twitch every time she grinded her fanny into his lap. Dan finally ordered, “Stand up for a minute, please.”
Serena rose, legs wobbling with anticipation. He repositioned himself on the chair, legs slightly apart to welcome her onto his lap. “Wait, honey. We need protection. I think I have a condom in my wallet.” His voice held a sense of urgency.
“Dan, I’m on the Pill.”
“We’ll use both.” He got up, rummaged through his wallet and said, “Found one.”
Filled with a lust to touch him, Serena held out her hand and ordered in a fevered tone, “I’ll do that.”
He placed it in her palm. She once again knelt in front of Dan. Before rolling the condom down his shaft, Serena feathered light touches on his skin before the engorged member was completely sheathed. She looked up at Dan.
Unbridled need blazed in his eyes as he sat again. “I want you now.”
Serena knew the semi-darkness hid what should have been a blush covering her face. “Umm, how will we do this?”
Dan softened his tone as he gave instructions. “Place your knees on my thighs and I’ll help with the rest. I’ll hold you. You won’t fall.” He held up one hand in a Boy Scout salute. “I promise.”
“I guess I can’t argue with a boy scout. I’m ready.”
“Honey, I’m more than ready. Just hope I don’t go too quickly for you.”
As she began her climb onto his knees, Serena purred, “Maybe I want you to.”
Dan helped her lift one leg and then the other over the arm rests as he held her bottom up with one, massive spread-out hand. Once she pushed up on his shoulders, he guided his throbbing erection into the waiting wetness between her legs. He eased her down slowly and Serena marveled at his size filling her so completely and her ability to accommodate him. She tensed her muscles around him, feeling his pulsating reaction.
Words were not needed. Serena threw back her head and began an up and down dance, meeting his rhythmic thrusts. He held one hand on her back to steady her and let the other drift to the spot between them and between her legs. The more she rose and fell on his erection, the more frantic his finger strokes became. She gripped his shoulders for more leverage, breathing heavily and wondering if her heart would pound through her chest.
His hand left her back and that arm encircled her waist, pulling her slightly closer. She sensed his teetering at the edge, reaching closer to his final destination. Her own climax built, bringing her nearer fulfillment.
He angled his head to her breasts and she arched her back, affording him better access to her aching nipples. He rolled the buds with his tongue and suckled each one into hardened tips, pushing her over the edge.
She climaxed at the same moment he did. Waves of blissful passion soared through her, something she’d never experienced before. This had to be what sharing love was like and she cherished each second. Serena craved the erotic sensation and heady feeling it gave her. And, she rejoiced in the knowledge she’d given Dan the same kind of pleasure.
Serena collapsed against him, fully encased by his arms. She smelled his aftershave, his body heating it to extremes and mingling with a strong scent of after-sex. Her breasts still tingled and Dan toyed with each one, brushing them with the back of his fingernails. She returned the favor and squeezed each of his nipples then trailed tiny fingernail touches down his torso.
“Serena,” he rasped, “I’m not quite ready for round two.”
She tweaked his nipple again, noting the bulge still nestled inside her had started to grow. “Hmm. That’s not what I’m thinking.”
Da
n cleared his throat. “I need a little time to regroup. You’re some type of wildcat, honey. Thank you.”
Serena ended her assault on his body, opting to allow him time to breathe. “Thank you, too. That was wonderful. I never knew lovemaking could be so satisfying.”
Dan pulled his head sideways, away from her to stare at her face. “Did I hurt you?”
She heard the concern in his voice and rapidly replied, “No, you didn’t hurt me. You fulfilled my every need.” She rubbed his cheek. “I haven’t had that before.”
Dan took her hand and kissed it. With gentle tenderness, he hugged her and rubbed his chin across her breasts. “You’re a passionate woman, Serena. You deserve to enjoy lovemaking as much as you give enjoyment.”
“I’ve been led to believe that there was something wrong with women who wanted more and craved pleasure.”
“Oh, honey.” Dan sighed as he spoke. “Don’t ever think wanting more out of lovemaking is something women aren’t supposed to want or need. Passion goes both ways. Do you want to talk about it?”
Serena hesitated at first, wondering if allowing Dan access into her past left her vulnerable. No negative vibes beat a path to her head warning her to stop, so she made the decision to share a short version of her shyness around males through school years, thanks to her “gift”. Getting too close to a date initiated second sight sensations cramming her head, causing her to back off and she ultimately scared off any would-be sex partner.
Dan made no comments but encouraged her to continue. Serena then explained how she’d ignored warning vibrations buzzing in her head about Alan and had jumped smack into a relationship with him. With Dan’s silent attention still riveted on her, Serena found the courage to discuss her one-sided affair with her ex-boyfriend. She experienced the same ease recounting the foolish part of her life involving Alan with Dan as she’d encountered when conveying the same story to Michael.
After her tale of an affair gone bad, Dan helped her up and they ambled over to the sofa. They rested perfectly still and quiet, choosing to sit side by side with his arm around her shoulders as they stared out into the starry night from her window. Serena wondered if she’d told him too much about her former love life. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his past loves. Curiosity about women in his life made her speak before thinking.
“Dan? Have you ever been in love?”
* * * * *
Even in the darkness, Dan sensed her eyes focusing on him, waiting for him to divulge his past. Guilt washed over him as he faced the realization that Serena would expect an honest rendition, something similar to what he assumed she’d offered him.
They’d just experienced one hell of a satisfying, ultimate closeness a man and woman could hope for. A feeling of dread spread throughout his body, his euphoric high after physically sharing himself with her now plummeted to an abysmal low level.
Shit. She asked about love in his life, eager to find out the personal stuff he rarely imparted to anyone since his divorce. Love? He’d tried it once before with Laura and decided no such animal existed. Anyway, Serena, of all people, would be someone he couldn’t disclose anything to.
He was on the job. Had been, until he let her charms, allure and his own damn hormones run amok and turn his brains into mush.
Dan could make up some ludicrous tale of a lost love, enormous hurting heartache and hope to gain her sympathy. Maybe she’d even open up more to him about herself and business. Could be she’d let something slip about how things operated at Second Sight Dating, something to turn his case one way or the other.
Would she sense his hesitation in answering or falseness of whatever concocted story he dished out? He’d lie, although padding the truth with some half-truths for his undercover work left him no option.
He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat, hoping for some time to get his brain in gear. Even after so many captivating and enjoyable minutes of making love with her, every inch of his body still craved more. Bypassing his body’s need for Serena and concentrating instead on his job required monumental strength to avoid her magnetic pull.
Her question caught him by surprise, dousing him with cold, hard facts. As an officer involved in a case, he could easily screw up unless he backed off into his pretend corner and distanced himself from Serena.
He was a cop.
She was a suspect.
Steve would blast him and rightfully so, for mixing business with pleasure. Or in this case, for shoving his job aside for an extraordinary, one-on-one lust-filled night of fantasy.
Time to revert to the proprietor-client façade he’d been ordered to use and solve the mystery surrounding Serena Xavier. His instincts screamed with doubts about her involvement with the mob or any wrongdoing. But, integrity urged him to finish his job to a definite conclusion, one way or the other. Maybe then and only then could he see if a relationship with Serena could be salvaged.
Talk about love with her? Allowing another woman, especially Serena, to penetrate his heart and soul, would never be an option.
Damn.
Serena held her breath while her heartbeat sped up. Why didn’t he answer my question? Stupid, stupid, stupid. You mentioned the “L” word.
It had slipped out before she’d had a chance to consider the consequences. It wasn’t what she’d meant to say…or, was it? She’d wanted to know more about his past, now that she’d opened up “the book of love á la Serena” to him.
A shiver worked its way down her spine and she wondered if she’d read all his signals wrong. She’d told him about herself, been honest concerning her past love life and frustration, especially with Alan.
She tensed, wondering if maybe he thought her a fool, an idiotic, immature child who’d allowed someone else to treat her so badly. Or, he could figure she’d used him to satisfy a hunger, a burning desire to experience a different type of lovemaking, something that by her own admission had been unknown to her.
Neither was true. Both might be half true.
Suddenly embarrassed even in the cover of darkness, she rose from the sofa, eager to find her clothes and conceal her nakedness. Ashamed by her aggressiveness in throwing herself at him, old doubts crept into her head about her craving for sexual release.
Maybe all men secretly laughed and were affronted at a woman eagerly displaying a sexual need so they ignored gratifying her desires. Regardless of what he professed and engrossed in satisfying his own sexual passions, a man might label her forwardness, as Alan had, unappealing.
Dan had made her feel special, even commented on her passion. But, in her wanton and sex-starved state, she could have missed his true take on their making love in spite of his seemingly sweet concern for her feelings afterwards. In the height of passion, all her sense of reason and logic disappeared into oblivion.
Sensations of regret tidal-waved through her from head to foot. What the hell had she been thinking? Had she lost all perspective? Sex? With Dan? A client? Someone whose motives she still harbored doubts about?
She found her dress and quickly shimmied her body into it, forgoing the need for undergarments. She prayed no one would see her leave the building or notice her as she entered her apartment. Witnesses to her moment of insanity had to be kept to a minimum.
Dan would know, but there was nothing she could do about that except hope to do some damage control. Then, there would be Michael to contend with. That could present a problem. She rushed the zipper up her back, determined to deal with her brother if or when the need arose.
“What are you doing?”
Serena leveled a stare at Dan, one she hoped would convey an air of nonchalance. “It’s getting late. Since you didn’t answer my question, I guess you’re tired and I know I’m exhausted.” She busied herself with collecting the rest of her clothing. “We’ll talk about business another time.”
The cold, calm, blasé tone in her voice surprised even her. Dan continued to stare and made no effort to hide the fact that he still remained
naked on her sofa.
He finally spoke, breaking the icy silence between them. “Sorry if I offended you. I just needed some time to think. Didn’t realize there was a time limit to answering you.”
Serena perked her head upward and replied, “I’m heading to the ladies’ room down the hall to freshen up. Why don’t you dress while I’m gone and then we can leave.”
“Fine.”
She marched out the door, wishing she’d had on her heels to contribute definite loud and determined clicking sounds echoing in the hallway. She refused to give in to the curious itch to peek behind her and see if he had moved.
Once in the restroom, she breathed a sigh of relief as she turned on the light and blinked a few times to focus in the bright room. Serena stood in front of the mirror, allowing her shoulders to slump while she rested both hands on the rim of the sink.
Swollen lips from being well kissed greeted her as she stared at her reflection. Her curls bounced in disarray and her skin shone with a satiated shimmer of after-sex glow. She bent her head, begging tears not to fall. Not now. I need to be strong. Turning on the cold water, she scooped up the chilling liquid in both hands and splashed it on her face.
She dried her face with scratchy paper towels that left her eyes swollen and her face red. Tears would have had the same effect. Hoping to arrange some semblance of order to her hair, Serena raked her fingers through her curls. Would any of this help?
You fool. Making love—no, having sex—was great. Now, forget Dan. Get yourself under control and concentrate on business.
Their whole lovemaking episode was a huge mistake, something caused by too much wine and seductive flirting. Dan intoxicated her, turning her controlled mind into something resembling that of a sex-starved teenager. It was over, done with. Serena frowned at her image in the mirror one last time before pivoting and walking out the door. She’d make it perfectly clear there’d be no repeat performances.