It had taken every ounce of will power she possessed to remain still while he skimmed his hands over her body, touched her tingling clit and ran his finger between her legs. He had been her fantasy for three years even though she knew he saw her as nothing more than an incredibly efficient employee. He normally took no more notice of her than the paint on the wall. But tonight he would be different. He would be all hers through the screaming ecstasy of multiple orgasms. She would thrill to the excitement so many other women had known in his bed. And Monday when he arrived at the office and she handed him his cup of coffee, he would never know it was her.
“You have me out of my clothes, but you’re still dressed.” Once again she was able to bring forth the throaty voice she had practiced in the privacy of her apartment as part of her disguise, although she couldn’t control the slight quaver that surrounded her words. “I think it’s time for you to get out of your clothes.”
Jonathon stood up and touched the silken strands of her hair. His words were soft, his breath brushing lightly across her cheek. “I think you’re right.”
Chapter Two
Trish tugged Jonathon’s shirt from the waist of his trousers and unfastened the top button. Then the next and the next. Her fingers trembled to the point she couldn’t undo the final button. She had never undressed a man before and didn’t know how to go about it. As sensual as she wanted the action to be was as awkward as she felt. She knew she was failing miserably. Was he already disappointed? Did he regret his decision to whisk her away to his hotel room?
Jonathon put his hand on top of hers and flashed a sexy grin. “Maybe you’d better let me do that.” He indicated the bed. “Why don’t you relax, and I’ll join you in a moment?”
She returned his smile with an inviting one of her own. She leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue across his lower lip. She had never attempted to seduce a man before. In all her thirty years, it was the most brazen thing she had ever done, except for standing there nearly naked in front of the sexiest man alive.
She may have dressed the part of sex personified, but it was a long way from the reality of who and what she was—except for tonight. She knew there would be many more firsts for her before the night was over. One forbidden night of totally unbridled wanton passion.
One forbidden night that would have to last her a lifetime.
She eased onto the bed, but her mind was far from relaxed. The way he had grabbed her trembling hand, telling her he’d take off his own clothes—had she made a total fool of herself? Had she managed to make it perfectly clear she was way out of her element? A player who belonged in little league rather than the major leagues with him? She had already moved far outside her realm of experience.
Another hint of panic tried to make its way to the forefront, but the tingling in her clit and her tightly drawn nipples overpowered her concerns. The look on his face said he liked what he saw as his gaze traveled across her body.
She watched as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside in much the same way as it had happened in her day dreams. She had visualized what his body would look like so many times, but nothing in her imagination matched this reality. His hard chest, broad shoulders, strong arms, muscled legs and a tight butt were perfection as far as she was concerned.
A rush of heat and moisture flooded between her legs. His cock stood tall and proud—the thick shaft with the clearly defined engorged veins, the head a rapidly darkening purple. She had not had the opportunity to see that many fully erect male organs in person with the lights on, but she could not imagine one more impressive than what she was staring at.
She reached for one of the pillows, arching her hips off the bed as she slipped it beneath her rear end to thrust her pussy upward so it would be more accessible. She had certainly never done that before, but had read about it. The action made her feel very sexy and uninhibited, a sensation that pleased her. The look on his face told her it delighted him, too.
“Well, my sexy seductress, that’s an invitation that could make the strongest man quiver. Everything looks so good. I don’t know where to begin.”
That may have been what he said, but his actions made it clear that he knew exactly where he wanted to begin. He snuggled his body between her legs, spreading them as he placed his face very close to her feathered mound. She had read about oral sex and had even heard people talk about it, but she had never experienced it. She had assumed it would be part of a night of passion. Someone as sexy as Jonathon Rutledge would surely have a well-rounded repertoire, but not knowing what to expect had left her a little nervous about the prospect.
His warm breath tickled against her inner thighs sending a wave of unexpected anticipation coursing through her body. Then his lips touched her most intimate place. She drew in a hard gasp. The sensation was so much more intense than she had thought it would be. She closed her eyes as the waves of excitement assaulted her senses. She heard the moan of delight and knew it had come from her throat. She also knew she wanted much more of this new experience, this formerly forbidden treat.
He traced the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, then flicked it against her clit. Her head jerked back against the pillow as she thrust her muff upward toward him.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her pussy muscles spasmed in a series of rapid contractions unlike anything she had ever known as the orgasm ripped through her body. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy touched every part of her. She ran her shaky fingers through his hair, then pulled his face harder against her muff. Her hips bucked wildly, demanding more of his tantalizing lingual attentions.
“Oh, my God! That’s—” The words had come out of her mouth, but she didn’t recognize the breathless rasp that uttered them. “More…oh, please, more. I’ve never—”
Even as muddled as her mind was at the moment, she knew she had to shut up before she said something she shouldn’t. Before she let him know this was all new to her. Perhaps she had already said too much. She couldn’t even think. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had said. All she could do was feel and experience.
Her taste exploded inside Jonathon’s mouth, flowing over his tongue and filling his senses with the tantalizing spice. It was a taste he wanted to sample again and again. A taste that excited. A taste that cried out for more.
He lapped at her flowing juices, her addictive flavor filling his mouth and almost overwhelming his senses. He had never tasted a pussy as delicious or experienced such an immediate response from a woman. Her thighs tightened around his head as if she was afraid he might try to pull back. He took her clit into his mouth again, sucking on the engorged nubbin as he inhaled the aroma of her sex. His chest tightened, making it more difficult for him to breathe.
Her pussy walls grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it deep inside. He felt her second orgasm shudder through her body and heard her whimpers and cries of fulfilled delight. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and this one was someone very special. He couldn’t hold out much longer. His cock throbbed with his need for release.
He pulled his face from her steaming pussy, reluctant to give up her taste but needing his own release. Her juices matted her blonde curls against her mound, her swollen pussy lips and engorged clit, beckoning him to return. The sight, framed by the red garter belt and sheer black stockings, almost shoved him into orgasmic rapture.
He grabbed a condom packet from where he had put them on the night stand just in case and rolled it on. He had hoped he would get lucky, but in his wildest thought, he never thought he would end up in bed with anyone like this incredible woman.
His heart pounded in his chest as need throbbed through his body. He nudged her legs wider apart with his knee, then positioned his cock head at her opening and pushed forward. Her orgasms had made the way very wet, inviting a smooth penetration. He slowly entered her, every inch of the journey indescribable pleasure, until he was buried to the hilt.
Her walls cl
osed around his shaft, squeezing his cock in a hot tight cocoon. The sensation nearly took away what little breath he still had. So hot. So tight. He had never experienced anything like it. He set a slow even pace, fighting to maintain control rather than surrendering to the hot passion surging through him.
His pace quickened. She was too hot, too tight and too incredible. There was no way he could hold back any longer. It had been too many months, and he was so ready. His balls pulled up tight, then his release shuddered through his body in hard spasms. His mouth found hers. He took control of it, wanting as much of her as he could take, everything she was willing to give.
He held her in his embrace, caressing her back and shoulders as he regained his composure. He couldn’t remember ever being inside a woman as hot and tight as she was. Or one who tasted as sweet as she did. Or one who felt so good in his arms. One way or the other, he had to find out who she was.
She didn’t have a purse of any type with her, which was a little surprising. No identification, no money, no room key, no car key, no parking claim check from the hotel’s valet parking. Nothing to say who she was, how she got to the party or how she intended to get home.
He quickly disposed of the used condom. They snuggled in each other’s arms for what seemed like a long time, but in reality was only about fifteen minutes. Neither spoke nor moved. It was a time of surprising closeness. A time that felt almost as emotional as it did physical.
Her unique taste continued to linger on his tongue, to fill his mouth and tease his senses. He wanted more. He also wanted to experience what he had visualized when he first encountered her…his hard shaft sliding in and out of her tempting mouth.
He acted on his fantasy by swiveling around to straddle her so that his face was at her pussy with his arms wrapped around her hips. His cock bobbed in front of her face. He immediately buried his mouth in the tasty treat. He lapped at her juices before fucking her with his tongue, each thrust dragging across her swollen clit. Her body jerked and writhed beneath him, her sensual moans feeding his excitement. He wanted her lips wrapped around his cock, her mouth sucking him to another climax.
Then he felt her hand on his shaft, her touch almost tentative. In fact, her touch felt too tentative for someone presenting herself as a major sex kitten playmate.
Her hesitancy confused him. He pulled his mouth away from her just long enough to force out a few words. “Suck my cock.” Then he returned to the all too tempting essence that he didn’t seem to be able to get enough of. A taste different than any he had previously enjoyed. A taste belonging to a woman who excited him more than anyone he had ever met.
A woman whose identity he didn’t even know.
Trish wasn’t sure exactly what to do or how to proceed. She had never had a man’s cock in her mouth, just as she had never experienced having a man’s mouth on her pussy. What his mouth did to her was breathtaking. And then when he had thrust his tongue into her mouth…well, experiencing her own taste for the first time startled her. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
Any further thoughts she might have had about this new sensation had quickly evaporated in an incendiary rush when she felt his cock pulse and twitch in orgasm. She had never experienced a man’s orgasm in quite that way. Just the memory of the experience propelled her toward yet another climax.
Her chest heaved and her blood raced hot and fast through her veins. Her pussy walls grabbed, contracted and convulsed in orgasmic waves as his mouth brought her to yet another unbelievable orgasm. Never in the twelve years since she lost her virginity in a totally unsatisfactory coupling had she realized sex could be as exciting, breath-taking and incredible as what she was experiencing with Jonathon Rutledge.
His breathless words echoed through her mind…suck my cock. A tremor of anxiety attacked her concerns about her lack of experience. His cock looked so large. What if she did it wrong? He’d know she wasn’t what she purported to be. He’d know she was a phony. Would he grab off her mask? She had chosen to present herself as someone who had done it all and knew the score. He would surely be suspicious if she didn’t do anything.
His tongue thrust in and out of her pussy in several quick jabs, then he laved her swollen clit. Her entire body shuddered as the delicious sensations raced through her. She opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, and a moment later, his cock head blocked the sounds.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The extreme hardness surprised her. She tested her tongue against the texture of his cock head, her actions uncertain. The smooth velvety feel excited her already stimulated senses. She closed her lips around this new delight and flicked her tongue across the head several times before actually sucking on it. She had never sucked on any part of a man’s anatomy, not even a finger. It was all so new.
And so very exciting.
The texture titillated her awareness, a sensation unlike anything she had ever encountered. A warm feeling filled her, separate from the exquisite orgasmic convulsions that continued to sweep through her body. What his mouth was doing to her was only slightly more exhilarating than having his hard cock in her mouth, an action so forbidden and at the same time so enthralling.
He thrust his hips, and she took more and more of him into her mouth. She tickled her tongue along his rigid shaft, the sensation stimulating her desires. Her mind swirled in a foggy cloud of euphoria. Her entire body coursed with an almost out of control ecstasy.
Without even consciously intending to, she found herself cradling his balls in her hand as she sucked voraciously on his hard sex. A new treat more tantalizing that she could have imagined. Something that sent her ardor into overdrive.
Yet another intense orgasm rippled through her body. There had been so many she lost count. Her pussy muscles grabbed at his tongue as they contracted in rapid succession. Her lips tightened around his shaft and her tongue fluttered across the velvety head as the convulsions totally claimed her. A moment later he pulled his cock out of her mouth, surprising her with the sudden loss of the new treat.
He quickly rolled on another condom, then repositioned himself and penetrated her still convulsing pussy with his throbbing shaft. Long deliberate strokes soon gave way to shorter thrusts as his fervor grew to a peak. He again took control of her mouth, thrusting his tongue into the dark recesses with the same rhythm as his cock delving deep inside her pussy. It didn’t take long before the hard shudder of climax ripped through him.
Jonathon slowly rolled off her body, his jet lag and lack of sleep catching up with him. He was definitely all fucked out, at least for the time being. He stretched his tall frame out next to her body and wrapped her in his arms. The frenzy of heated sex had been satiated. He fought to bring his labored breathing under control.
About the only conscious thought he managed to formulate centered around her hesitation, the way she had tentatively approached taking him into her mouth. Even the words she had cried out when he had sucked on her clit. I’ve never—
Had she meant it literally? She had never had a mouth on her pussy before? Combined with her tentative approach to sucking his cock, was it possible this was the first time she had ever participated in oral sex? That she was not the experienced wanton sex goddess she pretended to be?
He ran his fingers along her jaw line, across her shoulder, then tickled them over the swell of her breast. Her soft moan echoed his euphoria. He propped himself up on one elbow, leaned forward and teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Everything about her excited him more than any other woman ever had.
Who was this woman who set him on fire, both body and soul? One night was not going to be enough. He suspected a lifetime would not be enough. He tangled his fingers in her hair, but as soon as he touched her mask, she immediately brushed his hand away.
“No. Please don’t…”
“You’re not going to let me see your face? To know who you are?” At first it had been a tantalizing and exciting game, but now he wanted to know her—who she was, what she
thought, what she liked to do. What she liked to do when she wasn’t in bed. He ran his fingertips across her shoulder, then cupped her breast in his hand. Who was she? Why didn’t she want him to know her identity?
An errant thought popped into his mind, accompanied by a quick surge of panic. Was she married? Maybe even the wife of someone he knew? Was that why she insisted on hiding her identity? He grabbed her left hand and stared at her ring finger. No wedding ring, not even any indications that she normally wore a ring on that finger. A wave of relief washed over him. He quickly kissed the inside of her wrist, hoping the gesture would cover what his true intention had been.
He sank back into the softness of the bed, continuing to hold her hand as he clutched it to his chest. He closed his eyes and allowed the softness of her touch to flow through his veins in the same way his blood flowed through his body. They remained quiet for several minutes, one thought constantly circulating through his mind. He wanted to make love to her. Not the frenzied urgency. Not the demands of wanton sex. He wanted slow, sensual, tender, intimate love making. The kind that produced the lasting glow of fulfillment.
He kissed each of her nipples followed by a string of kisses up her throat. He found her mouth. A sweet kiss. A tender kiss. A loving kiss that told of emotional need.
She was a sexy woman he had picked up at a party for the sole purposes of a hot night of recreational fucking. He didn’t know who she was or even what her face looked like. How was it possible that his thoughts and feelings had turned from the physical pleasures and a lustful need to an emotional one? What was there about this woman…this stranger…that had his thoughts wandering in such a strange direction?
He was tired of living alone. The carefree bachelor life was never what he strived for. He owned a house, but what he really wanted was a home. A house could never be a home without someone to share his life. Someone to share the highs and the lows, the successes and the failures. Someone to share more than just living space.
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