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by H L Goodnight


  I nodded. "Everyone has a story that could make anyone marvel at how they are standing, functioning, and not a pile of misery."

  "Too true, too often." His face grew serious. "That is why it is vital we enjoy time when we can."

  I nodded. It wasn't my usual plan, but for tonight it was.

  More food arrived along with new glasses with a new wine. The dishes held a kind of soup and reddish drink. I tried some but left it alone. It tasted awful. How could anyone take the sweetness?

  Roth made a face, "So, are there any indigo orchids?"

  "The Blue Mystic."

  "Now that suits you as well." His eyes lingered on my lips before meeting my gaze again.

  "How so," I asked. My gaze went to Roth’s lean, sinewy arms, visible in his tight black tee.

  "You are definitely a mystery." His biceps and pectorals flexed. I lifted my eyes to his. The merry twinkle was there, "Your blue eyes are mystical as well."

  I shook my head. "Mine have gray in them. Yours are so pale. Do you have some type of Nordic heritage?"

  He shrugged a shoulder, "Probably. Father was never big on explanations."

  Looking at his full pink lips, I wondered what they'd feel like on mine.

  "Should we leave, Dianna?"

  I nodded. Food could wait.

  Roth lifted up his hand, the host came over. They spoke to each other in French. Roth put hundred dollar bills in the black folder handing it back to Gabin.

  "Thank you, Gabin. Excellent as always, but we are cutting it short."

  Gabin asked, "I hope everything was up to standard."

  "Perfection."

  "We hope to see you again, Mr.Craig. It was so nice you finally brought a companion. And such a lovely one."

  I felt the blush on my cheeks. "Thank you, Gabin. The food and wine were wonderful."

  "Merci. Please come again, mademoiselle. It isn't good for Mr. Craig to be alone so often."

  Roth cleared his throat.

  Gabin did the half bow. "Please follow me."

  He escorted from the elevator to the doors leading outside.

  "Please come again," said the men holding the door and Gabin in unison.

  Roth's beast of a car was waiting. Roth opened the passenger door open.

  He helped me in, his hand lingering on mine.

  The valet opened his door, and Roth tipped him.

  Once inside the car, we took off in a flash of speed that pushed me into the plush seat.

  "Hey," I said. I didn't want to find out if I could heal from a car crash.

  Roth laughed, "Live, Dianna." He turned up the volume on the radio. It blared out dance music.

  Stopping at a red light, he put his hand on my thigh. The heat from his touch made me want to feel his hands on me without the fabric. I put my hand on his and wondered what sex with him would be like?

  I felt the blush hit my cheeks but couldn't stop from turning to stare at him. You can take the northern Midwest girl to the city, but can't take away her shame at baser needs.

  Roth didn't look at me, but he licked his lips slowly.

  The light was still red as cross traffic sped by. I caressed his hand lightly, enjoying the heat from it. Watching his nostrils flare as he turned to look at me.

  Roth leaned over, putting his hands on my face. His lips devoured mine. My hands went to his shoulders. He moved his lips down to my neck as a car honked at us.

  "Roth," my voice sounded out of breath.

  Smiling wickedly, he put the car in gear. As we took off, my pulse was pumping.

  "Where are we going?"

  "Home, Di." He put his hand on my knee and inched up the dress, so his hand was on my stocking covered thigh.

  A shiver went through me, and I bit my inner cheek.

  His fingers moved back to the gearshift, and I missed his warm touch. "Unless you object?"

  I shook my head.

  "We can go dancing if you'd prefer?" His voice was low with need.

  "No dancing," I said.

  "I want to touch you. Feel every inch of you." His voice was normally deep and somewhat lyrical because of his Irish accent. Tonight it seemed lower than usual. "If you don't want this, at any point, speak up."

  I touched my hair, moving it back from my face, taking in his striking face. "I want this."

  A thought occurred to me, and I had to ask. I didn't want him to know my past, but I didn't want to end up with a disease. "Roth, you don't have any STDs?"

  He laughed. "No. No lasting gifts from past partners." Looking at me briefly, he asked, "And yourself?"

  "None." Roth was experienced. He'd notice my lack of experience. Was it something I should mention? Honesty is usually best, so I said, "Roth, I'm not experienced like you. I've only had sex once before."

  The car slightly swerved. "You're fucking with me?" His voice sounded hard.

  "Um. No. I got tested after. Just in case." I worried my lip. Should I tell him everything? I only wanted to taste the pleasures he had to offer. I didn't want to bare my soul. "It was a long time ago. I'm not sure I'll be any good."

  "Dianna," his cheeks were flushed. His breathing had changed. "Leave everything to me."

  Roth focused on driving, and I hoped I hadn't freaked him out.

  My phone made noises. I checked it. Whisper. She was checking in on me. I switched my phone to busy mode. She didn't approve of dating the boss. So what? It was my choice. Not hers.

  Roth hadn't put his hand back to my thigh, so I put my hand on his. The muscles were firm but warm. I moved my hand, enjoying the feel of the pants fabric. It was silkier than it appeared. Roth grabbed my hand and put it lower on his thigh.

  "I don't want to kill us," he said. His accent had thickened again. He kept his hand on mine, except to shift gears.

  The heat from his leg made my hand tingle as well as other parts. I leaned towards him, resting my head on the car seat. "Will it take long to get there?"

  He didn't respond in words, but the car went faster as we exited to a highway. His body grew even more heated under my hand. My mind pushed away everything but the need I had. The desire to have his lips on mine. To feel his hands explore me. To let our passion take us where ever it led on this one night.

  Chapter Seven

  After a time, we arrived at a house in one of the richer suburbs. The entire area had tall stone gates lined with trees, which barred the community from elements like me. There were guard boxes and iron gates that opened and shut to get in. A guard waved to Roth and opened the gate as we approached.

  We drove by sprawling properties I hadn't known existed. Roth pulled into the long driveway of a mansion. I wasn't too shocked. He had to have money to be driving a Maserati, and dropping money at a dinner like that on a regular basis. We parked across from the front door in the arc of the driveway.

  He got out of the car and opened the car door for me. I took his offered hand as I exited. He didn't let go of my hand but used it to pull me in for a kiss.

  His lips were fierce. I leaned into him, feeling his tongue press my lips apart. Skilled, long fingers cupped my posterior, pushing me into his arousal. Surprised at the need spreading inside me I kissed him back.

  I enjoyed the feel of his hands moving me slightly. Putting my hands on his stomach, I pushed up his shirt feeling his hard abdomen. He moaned, deepening the kiss. Pressing lightly on his skin and muscles, I reveled in the sensations his warm skin caused on my fingertips.

  He pressed me against the car and lifted me up in one smooth motion. My dress ripped at the side seams as it lifted, revealing my stockings, slip, and scarlet panties.

  Roth pressed himself on me, the thin fabric of his loose pants did little to hide the fire coming from his hardening shaft. I cried out, the sound lost under the assault of his lips. His need seemed impossibly large pressing on me. I rubbed against him while he moved one hand to my breast. Squeezing it through the fabric made me want to feel his hands on my bare flesh. His body was radiating heat as th
e wind picked up, tossing my unbound hair around both of us.

  Lifting up, Roth was wearing most of my lipstick. He licked his lips. He tasted how cloves smell, familiar and mysterious all at once. His pale eyes seemed ablaze. "Di, I can take you right here." His lips descended on my neck, and I moaned. Sharp teeth nipped at my nape before his hot tongue licked the aching flesh.

  My head fell back, and I said, "Roth."

  He moved, rubbing his hard chest against my breasts. The fabric was so annoying. I wanted to feel him.

  "Do you want me to take you right here," he asked. His words were slow and measured.

  Straightening, I shook my head. "No," I said.

  He picked me up. Carrying me to the massive wooden doors with one arm under my legs, the other supporting my back. The touch of him, even with thin layers of clothing made me tremble. The black painted doors opened as he approached and shut after we entered, with Roth still holding me close.

  He carried me up a curved staircase. His stride took more than one step at a time. In the indoor lighting, his angular cheeks held a rosy glow.

  At the top of the stairs, he opened a door leading to a huge bedroom. The room had dark wooden floors, with black painted wooden furniture. It was large enough there was a couch and chair done in burgundy and black coffee table with dragons claws for legs at the entrance.

  Various books were open or had bookmarks in them on the strange table. An ancient chest of drawers and matching armoire were highly polished. The massive bed had a padded black headboard. It was decorated in black sheets with shades of red geometric patterns for accent pillows. The bed was unmade.

  Roth tossed me lightly on the massive bed. I landed safely on top of a mountain of cushy blankets.

  My breath left my body when I hit. I lifted myself up to my elbows, watching Roth.

  His eyes had a mischievous gleam as he took off his shirt. I'd seen him shirtless at the gym, but now I could openly admire his physique. Lean muscles, but hardened contracted under my gaze. Our eyes met as he slowly undid his belt and pants. He wore boxer briefs. Even with his underwear on, I stared at him for a moment, my eyes widening. He seemed way too large for this to happen. I wasn't exactly experienced, but he seemed built with too much heft.

  "Um, Roth," I started.

  He jumped on the bed beside me, stopping my words. He propped up on one elbow, facing me. "Are you scared?" His eyes were full of lust.

  My pulse was going crazy.

  "If it is too much for you, we can stop." He brushed my hair out of my face. "I can pleasure you without penetration. And we can stop at any time."

  Comforted by his words, desire started to rekindle. Moving, he pushed me into the mattress. His kisses were more forceful than before. The scent of cloves coming from his skin enveloped me in a deep woody aroma. His hands pushed up my dress slightly, resting on my thighs.

  My hands rubbed his feverish sides. Gently squeezing my thighs, he moaned into my mouth. His lips left mine to lick my neck. The heat from his hands made me squirm against his rigid muscles. Nipping my neck, he sucked on the flesh. It slightly hurt.

  "Ah," I cried out before I could stop.

  He lifted up, staring into my eyes. "I've marked you now," he said in a low tone.

  I could feel the heat spread on my cheeks.

  "You are so beautiful, Di," he said. His hands pushed the dress up high as he nipped at my collarbone. Kissing the side of my still covered breast, he said, "I've dreamed of seeing you like this."

  The pulse of his desire feeding mine. Deep inside me, things clenched, tightening. Before I could respond, his lips met mine again. The fervor of it stealing my breath as I kissed him back. My tongue shyly caressing his. He shuddered and made a guttural noise.

  One hand slid the dress up to expose my scarlet satin underwear, while the other moved to rest on my mound. Roth’s long fingers started to move slightly, up and down. The friction making me press into them. My eyes closed, while he kept demanding more. His legs were between my own, pushing mine slightly apart.

  He moved down. His lips brushing the swell of one breast, then the other. His other hand cupped one still clothed breast, kneading it. I tried to form words, but his magic fingers pushed aside my undies. Finding the bud there, he gently rubbed it. Twisting against the desire his touch built, my hands clenched at the sheets. His body was so hot, I wanted to feel more.

  My gut tightened. I moved my hips to the rhythm Roth’s hand made. His fingers stroked my entrance slightly. Everything was too much. I felt my body surrender to the desire he created. He made a satisfied noise and moved his hands squeezing my breast more firmly while a finger pushed inside.

  "I need you," I said. My voice sounded different. Higher and hoarser. I opened my eyes.

  His black hair had become wild, falling out of its manicured styling. His face had become savage as if he couldn't pretend to be civilized anymore. Thrusting his finger in and out, stormy eyes locked with mine. Demanding me to watch him.

  I wanted more. My undies were still on, creating friction from Roth’s roving finger. I marveled at his savage beauty.

  He spoke slowly, "I want to watch you cum."

  The finger pushed in farther, coated from my dew. I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his thrust.

  "Dianna," he said. His lips moved to the other side, his lips gazing where rounded flesh pushed at the top of the silken bra. With a flick of his tongue, my skin felt scorched.

  Pressing against his fiery tongue, sensations took over, I could only respond in moans and velvety noises.

  Deft fingers moved, touching the hook of the bra underneath us.

  "I want to see you." He tugged at the bra. "All of you." There was a tic in his jaw. His eyes still held a primal look in them.

  "I want you, Roth." I moved my arms, so my hands were at his solid shoulders.

  His nostrils flared, and the blue of his irises was eclipsed by his pupils. In a swift movement, he ripped off the bit of satin and lace. Base gratification filled his expression but didn't soften it. The red dress bunched up in the middle. Lifting me with one hand, he ripped the dress at the seams where it had already torn. He tossed the fabric off the bed. I still wore my stockings and panties, but at some point, my shoes had fallen off.

  He shifted; a hand held my waist while he moved. He lowered his mouth to my underwear, expertly finding my bud. He sucked on it while moving my panties back and forth. Another finger pressed inside me.

  I clenched at the feel of him. "Roth," I called out. Something was happening. My body was tightening to the point it hurt.

  His tongue kept sucking. When his tongue starting flicking back and forth everything was lost in the pleasure of him.

  Cascades of heat soared through my body. Every muscle clenched and contracted as he kept rubbing inside me. I clenched at the sheets as the waves slammed in the beat set by his wicked tongue. As my body started to still, he gave one last lick. My throat ached.

  Had I screamed?

  Moving up next to me, he said, "You taste delicious, Dianna." His voice was husky. "I want to be inside you."

  Blushing, I felt the wetness between my thighs, and I ached to feel him. Everything felt looser even as my body clenched in desire at the thought. "I want you inside me," I said, surprised at the still ardent need.

  I worried my lip. My body felt slightly sore even as I wanted more. He shuddered as I tugged at his shoulders.

  Roth shifted, so his hands cupped my bared breasts. Licking the tops of the mounds, his hands squeezed them. He moaned looking at them. "You are gorgeous." He lowered his head to one breast, sucking the nipple. His teeth nipped at it while he moved my breasts. My nipples hardened under the feel of his skilled tongue. Drops of his desire seeped out, marking my leg. "I need you," he said.

  "Please," I said arching my hips slightly.

  He shuddered. Removing the last barrier, he slowly took off my panties. The gentleness taking my breath away. Spreading my legs, he licked his lips staring at
me.

  Blushing, I started to close my legs.

  His hands pushed them open as he said, "You are beautiful, Di. Let me have you."

  Embarrassed at being so exposed, I bit my lip.

  He kept his eyes locked with mine, while he moved so that he was over me. He moved to support himself while he took off his underwear.

  Curious, I tried to peek, but the position kept me from seeing more than his upper body. Thought fled as his tip caressed my entrance. Crying out I arched my back as longing took over.

  A loud buzzing noise and the blaring ringer from my phone sounded.

  Roth snarled, "Ignore it." His shaft caressed me intimately again. His heat encased me, as his hard chest rested on my soft one.

  Pressing against him, my eyes closed as I surrendered to his touch.

  At some point, the phone stopped making noises.

  His fingers grabbed my thighs as he said, "I need you."

  The ringer blasted again, even louder.

  He made a growling roar and got up. He opened the clutch and answered the phone, "Di's phone."

  I sat up, my mouth open. Partially in shock at Roth answering my phone. And in part due to seeing him nude. Well, the rumors I'd heard about him were true. His size was intimidating. Even with the need to feel him inside me, I wondered at the fit. Surely nature wasn't that cruel?

  He paced around and gave me the hand-up-stop gesture. "Oh." He listened to the person talk. "Right. I'm sure that-" Making agreeing noises, he moved the phone away from his ear.

  Whisper's yell came out clearly, "I demand to talk to Dianna!"

  Handing me the phone, he sat on the bed with a deep sigh of frustration.

  "Whisper," I asked.

  "Who was that?"

  "Roth," I said. "My date." My heart skipped a beat as he squatted in front of me. "Whisper, I need to go."

  He brushed aside the hair falling in my face, tucking it behind my ear. I lost track of talking as he grinned devilishly.

  We were both on the edge of the bed. I squirmed. I wanted to feel more. Roth moved behind me, pushing me between his legs. The heat of him resting on my back. He moved a hand, caressing my sides with one hand as an arm wrapped around me.

 

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