Desired Too

by Lessly, S. K.

  As my eyes finally focused, however, I knew it was a dream. Actually, it was a nightmare; the third nightmare I’d experienced since I first laid eyes on Angel a few nights ago. I needed to get my shit together. I was going to see this man tomorrow, so there was no way he needed to find out what he was doing to me. It would be disastrous.

  I flopped back down on my bed, grabbed the pillow next to me and placed it over my face. A scream egregiously escaped my throat as frustration started to incapacitate me. I was losing my mind; losing control for that matter. It had been a long, painful, and agonizing weekend, to say the least, and it was all Angel’s fault.

  Yes, that’s right; I was blaming that hot, sexy, son of a bitch.

  He was the reason why I couldn’t sleep. He was the reason why I had tossed and turned every night since I saw him. And he was the reason for my countless erotic sex dreams involving every part of that fantastic and perfect body of his. He’d warned me not to be surprised if I saw him again soon, and I hadn’t been able to get that threat off my mind.

  I rolled on my belly and squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop the throbbing pain from taking over, willing my body not to succumb to the desires to pleasure myself in his name.

  To say that I hadn’t been able to get Angel off my mind was an understatement. I could still taste him when I swallowed. I could smell him every time I took in a breath. It was as if he was surrounding me and taking control of my body and soul.

  It was that kiss, I tell you! I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. That was my downfall, but I couldn’t help it; his lips were sin all by themselves.

  I know it’s difficult for you to fathom how a kiss could make me lose my mind, but it’s true. He yields a power with those glorious and beautiful lips of his that were profound and legendary. It didn’t matter if his kisses were aggressive or sweet, those lips would make you lose your mind. When he kissed you, he gained power over you, over your body. You creamed instantly from the light sweeps of his lips over yours. He would then devour you, but with a skill of such control and dominance, you would helplessly melt from the inside out.

  From there, you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted more. You were powerless to resist. You would instantly become addicted to his taste, and the feeling that took over your body made you crave for nothing else but him.

  To put it plainly, he was a walking contradiction. He could be aggressively ripping the clothes off your body or ramming his penis in you hard and rough. But his lips… oh those sweet lips… would slowly make love to you.

  So, the moment my brain was reminded of his exquisite taste, I’ve thought of nothing else but him. Damn, I could only imagine what would’ve happened if we’d had sex.

  A moan suddenly bellowed from my now hungry lips, and wetness had gathered around the quivering ones between my legs.

  The hell with this.

  I rolled on my back and spread my legs. My B.O.B, battery operated boyfriend, was just too far for me to get to, and I needed a release right now. I needed…

  I closed my eyes as my fingers met my wet sex. “Yes. Ooooh, sweet mother of pearl… Yessss.”

  My fingers traveled to my entrance just to gloss them and then moved quickly to my greedy bud. I arched my back the moment my fingers grazed my clit, and instantly my mind went to the man that I wished so badly was here with me. His name floated softly from my lips. I imagined, like in my dream, that he was here touching me with his hands. I imagined his mouth on my nipples; first sucking them, then teasing them with his teeth and his tongue. I imagined bringing my hands to his hair and gripping his strands tight as his lips traveled to my sweet mound, sweeping his skillful tongue over my aching clit.

  Oh, I could feel the pressure building. I knew I was going to cum, and it was going to be hard and glorious.

  My hips started moving. Yes, it was cumming. I was going to shatter and…

  With a jolt, I turned my head quickly to the left and shot daggers at my now ringing hotel phone. “Shit! You have got to be kidding me!” I yelled into the darkness.

  I started not to answer it. Hell, it was eleven o’clock at night, and only a few people had the number to this room. None of those people I wanted to speak to at this moment.

  This can’t be happening.

  Thinking in that instant that it may be an emergency, I got up to answer it. Then it stopped ringing.

  “Ugh, you have got to be kidding me!”

  I tried to regulate my breathing and calm down, but it wasn’t working. Now I was horny, irritable, tired, frustrated and soaked from the inside out. I fell face first on my bed and screamed into the mattress. I wanted to cry. It had been two whole days since I’d seen him, so I shouldn’t have been like this; horny and obsessing over him. But, I couldn’t help it. I’d tried my best to keep myself busy over the last few days, but to no avail; he was invading my every thought.

  Friday night, I used my B.O.B to take some of the tension away after I got back to my hotel after seeing Angel at the club. The toy could never measure up to my memory of him, but I kept telling myself that it was better than nothing. Hell, it was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t measure up to my memories of him anyway. I mean, what you were the odds that he’d still be phenomenal? Next to none, right?

  I managed to survive Friday night. On Saturday, I shopped for most of the day and had dinner with my brother and father. Later that night, I drank so much with a couple of girlfriends of mine that I was too drunk to think of Angel. Yet, when I woke up, my mind was still on him. All day today, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wondered what he was doing, wondered why he hadn’t come to see me yet and why he was staying away from me. I tried to tell myself that not seeing him was a good thing, but deep down, I wanted nothing else. I made the stupid mistake of thinking if I had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, it would mellow me out, but it didn’t work. Now I was lying in bed trying not to go out of my mind for a man that I guessed hadn’t thought of me since Friday, or, hell, maybe even since three years ago.

  My hotel phone went off again, and I grabbed it.

  “What?” I yelled in the phone.

  Silence greeted me, and I almost hung up, but the chuckle that ensued made my breath catch.

  “You sound frustrated,” the cause of my sexual frustrations told me.

  I laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, saying, “I am. How would you feel if someone called you in the middle of the night interrupting your sleep?”

  I tried to sound as angry as I could, in order to hide the fact that his voice was starting to get to me already and he’d only said three words.

  Get a grip, Raquel!

  “Yeah, I can see how you would be pissed if I’d actually woken you up, but I know for a fact that you weren't sleeping.”

  “Yeah, and how would you know that?” I asked him.

  “Because the frustrations I hear in your voice sounds just like the same frustrations I’m dealing with right now.”

  I know I shouldn’t ask this, but I found myself saying, “And what kind of frustration are you dealing with?”

  I didn’t mean for my voice to drop a few octaves, but it did. I fought the urge to touch myself again while I willed him to tell me what I wanted to hear, what I hoped to hear.

  However, my expectations were met and exceeded when he answered me with a voice just as low as mine, if not lower, and filled with so much promise. “Have you been thinking about me?”

  “No,” I rebutted quickly. I was lying my ass off, but I didn’t want him to know how desperate I was feeling right about now.

  “What are you wearing, Raquel?”

  “Sweats,” I lied again. There was no way that I was admitting to him that I was naked.

  He chuckled again, but suddenly his voice got hard and, shit, I damn near came on myself. “Take them off.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “I want you to touch yourself, and I want to hear you get off while you do.”

  Shit,
my throat would not allow me to swallow. I tried my best to clear it, though.

  “What makes you-” I started, but he cut me off.

  “I want you to close your eyes and just listen to the sound of my voice. Let me bring you the pleasure you’ve been chasing all night. Close your eyes, Raquel.”

  Okay, so I closed my eyes, just to see what would happen.

  As if he saw me doing it, he replied, “That’s my girl,” with a voice that was still quiet but steady.

  “Now, baby, I want you to touch the place you want my tongue to stroke first. Take your time, baby. Go slow just as I would. I love your body, Raquel. I love the way it feels under my hands. I love the way you taste. Did you get there yet?”

  “Get where?” I breathed out.

  He chuckled lightly and added, “To your pussy. I know you went straight there. I can feel your agony through the phone, baby. You want me to stroke your pussy with my tongue. Is that where you want me to go first? Tell me…”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “That’s it, baby. I want you to push in your wetness for me. I want your fingers soaked with your desires for me, your need for me.”

  “Okay,” I whispered back, still unable to prevent my voice from being soft and vulnerable.

  “In and out, baby; in and out slowly… Just like that. Just like I would if I was there with you. You know I want to be there, don’t you? I want to caress you first with my lips. I want to kiss your neck, make you drip all over the bed before I even touch you. I want my lips to travel down in between your breasts, then claim your right nipple first, then the left with a need that I haven’t been able to fulfill since you left. I would take my time with your nipples, baby. I would suck them softly at first; lick them until you writhe underneath me before I claim them in my mouth again.”

  “Angel,” softly escaped my parted lips. My hips started moving. I felt the build coming; oh, it was coming. “Oh, yes, Angel… Yes… Please…”

  “Cum for me, baby. Put your fingers in your pussy and cum all over yourself.”

  The pain and pleasure hit me with a furiousness so strong that I saw stars as I orgasmed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned quietly, trying my best to come down, but the need to cum again was too great and I think he knew that.

  “I want you to cum again, baby, for me… Touch yourself.” He then started speaking in Italian. Mind you, I had no clue what he was saying, but hearing this man talk to me in Italian made me nearly shatter again without touching myself.

  I did what he asked though, and I felt myself building quickly. “Angel… I’m cumming, baby… I’m-” The pleasure hit me so hard that I cried out and sat up in my bed. I even started running away from my own damn fingers; that’s how intense it was.

  “Fuck, Raquel… Baby, that… shit you are so fucking sexy.”

  “Hmmm, Angel.” Damn, I was on fire. My soul was on fire. I wanted him. No, I take that back. Right now, I needed him. I didn’t give a shit where he was. I wanted him there now.

  With a voice dark and thick with the same kind of need that was choking me, I heard him say, “I want to taste you so fucking much. Put your fingers in your mouth, baby, and tell me that you taste as good and as sweet as I remember.”

  “Why don’t you taste me yourself?” I told him, not caring how eager I sounded to him.

  There was a slight pause, then he said, “Open the door.”

  “What?” I asked, frowning with confusion.

  Did I just hear him right?

  “Open the door, Raquel. Right now. Open the door and let me in.”

  “What door?”

  “Your hotel door, baby.”

  I looked in the direction of the hotel door, and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see the door from where my bed was. There was a hallway and bathroom separating the room from the hotel room door, but, I don’t know, all of a sudden I felt him there. He was watching me, wanting me.

  “Open the door, baby. Let me taste you. Fuck, I want to taste you so bad. I’m starving for you.”

  My heart told me not to move, but, shit, my heart wasn’t the one that was in charge here. I got up quickly from the bed, dropped the phone down and went for my silk robe. As I made it to the door, I looked through the peephole and found his head down, hair covering his face, phone to his ear.

  I didn’t waste any more time, nor did I care to know how he found me or why it took him so long. I snatched the door open and the moment his eyes fell on mine, a calm suddenly took over.

  He charged into my room, locked the door behind himself, and I backed away giving him space. Then he forced me against the wall behind me, which was opposite the bathroom. I looked in his eyes as he raked them over my semi-covered naked body. Angel moved closer to me and went instantly to my right hand. I thought he would take my hand straight to his mouth, but, shit, he didn’t. No, this freak of a man guided my fingers to my folds and pushed into my sex. I gasped lightly at the harsh intrusion, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t. His gray eyes stayed on mine as he circled my fingers in my wetness, then slowly brought them to his mouth. I watched in amazement as he sucked both of my fingers slowly, not once, not twice, but I swear he made sure to get every drop of my taste.

  “Even better than I remembered,” he panted, voice hoarse and pained.

  Oh, fuck this shit.

  I wanted him naked. I wanted him inside me right now. The way he moved his arms back from me made me wonder if I’d said those words aloud or in my head. I brought my hands to his hair, gripped and brought his lips to mine. He answered my hunger with a hunger of his own as he pushed me forcefully up against the wall

  No matter, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and it pooled on the floor. I instantly went for his belt buckle, undid it with fumbling hands and went straight for his button and zipper. I didn’t hear the jeans fall right away, but finally I heard a hard thud, then I went for the prize that was encased in his briefs, which I knew was screaming for release.

  I let go of his lips and said to him, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt, “Make me cum, baby. Please? I need to feel you inside me right now.”

  Angel brought a foil packet, out of nowhere, to his lips. He pulled the condom out of its wrapper and looked away from me for only a second, but it felt like forever.

  I encouraged him by positioning my foot against the opposite wall, making the entrance to my pussy open and ready. I was ready. I was…

  “Oh, shit!” I screamed as he pummeled into me.

  Yeah, I wasn’t ready.

  Angel gripped my ass and pushed into me with such force that I only had time to grab his arm before he started his unrelenting thrusts in my folds. I couldn’t keep quiet. I wasn’t prepared for what he was doing to me. My foot being against the opposite wall opened me up to his wrath. He was hitting my spot so deep that I was cumming instantly. I gripped him tight and buried my face into his neck, trying my best to take everything he was giving me. Oh, it was heaven. It was…

  “Oh, shit. Baby, wait,” I exclaimed suddenly, as he moved my leg further up his hip.

  I was barely on my tiptoes, and I was using my foot that was against the wall as leverage. Now with my leg against him, he was moving harder with sharp thrusts. As much as I tried, I didn’t have a leg to stand on, literally. My tiptoes weren’t cutting it.

  “Angel,” I bit into his shoulder through the shirt that he still had on as an overwhelming wave of pleasure suddenly hit me. I gripped his back tight, trying to hold on for dear life. But it wasn’t working. I was coming nonstop, stars dancing behind my eyes. My grip on him was weakening. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Ti voglio scopare tutta la note, Raquel”

  Shit, is that Italian? Is he speaking Italian?

  “Ti desidero disperatamente, Cara Mia”

  I was at a loss as he drowned his dick with my pussy juices. I was trying to stay in control, but the moment he started whispering Italian shit into my ear, I knew it was over. I mean, aga
in, I had no clue what the Italian that he was speaking meant, but his deep voice laced with anguish, it seemed, had me hesitating on telling him to stop.

  Finally, though, I whispered in his ear, “Please, baby, I can’t. I-”

  He quickly stopped moving and looked into my eyes. He softly caressed my face with his knuckles. “Am I hurting you?” he breathed out.

  I shook my head and tried to speak. My breath was coming too fast, sweat was trickling down my forehead and I could feel my hair stuck to my face. I know I had to look haggard to him. Hell, I felt exhausted and he hadn’t even been in me for very long.

  He pulled out of me gently, picked me up and cradled my shaking body against him as he moved further into my room. I buried my face in his neck, closed my eyes and inhaled him deeply. He felt so good that my chest started to swell from his tenderness. I held on tight until I felt the mattress against my back.

  I let go of him and moved further on the bed, eyes still closed. I only opened them when I realized he hadn’t gotten into bed with me. I sat up a little and found him seated in the only chair in the room watching me. I noticed he had his jacket and pants thrown over the desk next to him.

  Trying not to let the fear escape my lips, I asked, “What are you doing?”

  “I’ve missed you, Raquel,” he admitted decisively.

  I took a few deep breaths to calm the nerves that were starting to create butterflies in my stomach. It wasn’t the first time that he told me this, but it felt like it was.

  I did say to him, “I’ve missed you too.”

  He shook his head, saying, “You will not leave me again.”

  Shit!

  “Angel…”

  “You will not leave me again!” he repeated, voice rising to a level that made me tightened my lips, swallowing a response as I watched him stand and pull his shirt over his head.

  My eyes instantly went to his chest. He had added a few tattoos, I noticed, but my eyes quickly traveled straight to his abs and that V-shaped muscle that pointed to a raging hard-on pulsing underneath his boxers.

  “You will not leave me again… ever. You will not deny me what belongs to me, and you, Raquel, belong to me.”