“Spread your legs, Gianna.”
It’s a quiet command, but a command none the less, and I can’t help but feel it’s pay back for the kiss. This man demands control in every movement, every breath he takes, and I doubt with his looks he’s ever been denied anything in his life. My rejection would have bruised his ego, and this blunt, emotionless command is his way of reminding me that this is transactional, and that he’s in control. As if I need the reminder.
I do as he says and I spread my legs for him, quietly relieved he’s taken control now that I’m nearly naked and my inexperience is trickling back in to the forefront of my mind. I’ve never had sex as thrilling as this, never been driven so wild by anyone before, but I don’t know how to channel all this burning desire into action. Cool air hits my wetness and alerts me to how soaked my thong is. This doesn’t go unnoticed. His gaze lingers between my legs as he drops to his haunches and places his hands on my parted knees, spreading my legs even further apart. I’m so worked up I feel like I could come from his gaze on my most private area alone. His heavy hands are rough as they glide up my thighs, his touch much more gentle than the dark look onhis face suggests, and it’s then I know he’s holding back for me. The act of kindness sends a shot of warmth to my chest. But when his hands reach my hips and he brushes his thumb against the wetness of my panties, all thoughts fly from my head and a moan rips from my throat.
He bunches my thong in his fist and rips it straight from my hips. I yelp at the sting on my skin, causing his attention to flick back up to my face.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
I don’t even get the chance to process his words before he lowers his head and licks me from entrance to clit. I tremble under his tongue, my blood catching fire as pure ecstasy courses through my body, making me cry out again and again as he begins a slow assault on my core. Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before rolls through me in waves and I have no control over my fingers as they rake and pull through his thick black hair. When he slips a finger inside me, I feel my passage squeeze around him and he lets out a small, disbelieving breath.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
My body takes a moment to adjust. It’s been six months since I’ve had someone inside of me, and the invasion feels slightly uncomfortable, but when he notices and goes to slide his finger out I tug his hair in protest. If he stops now, I’ll surely die.
“Please,” I half pant, half beg, “don’t stop.” His lips twitch up at the sides before he plunges two fingers back inside me. I throw my head back against the mattress and arch my back in pure ecstasy as he begins slowly pumping his fingers in and out, returning his tongue to my clit. It takes less than thirty seconds of his wet heat working my core for my whole body to explode in pleasure. When a final moan dies off mylips and I slump back into the mattress I realise my fingers are still twisted in his hair. Quickly removing them, I look down at the man who’s still positioned between my thighs, his eyes drinking in my post-orgasm face. He slowly stands, tracing his rough hands up my thighs, over my hips and my belly until he wraps his palms around my waist. His thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, his gaze following the action almost reverently. Having this man’s undivided attention gives me a warm, heady feeling inside my chest. I push the unwanted feeling away. My heart is beating inside my throat, disbelief coursing through my veins.
Did that actually just happen? Am I actually going ahead with this?
For once in my life I shut off my thoughts and let my body take over.
“Fuck me, please.”
My voice sounds unrecognisable, even to me. Sultry, yet sweet. I look up at him through my heavy lashes.
His eyes flash as he reads my face. I don’t know what he finds, but he sets his jaw, slowly removes his jacket and lowers himself on to me. My bare legs instinctively wrap around his waist and my palms rest on his chest, his warmth seeping through his shirt and engulfing me as he pushes me further into the mattress. His weight on top of me feels so good, so right. It’s been so long since I’ve had any kind of intimacy, and I’m starved for it. He looks relaxed, but I can feel every muscle pulled taut under the fabric of his shirt. I start to undo his buttons, and each one I pop reveals the unmistakeable masterpiece that lies underneath. Stifling down a gasp, my trembling fingers work lower, exposing a smooth, muscular chest. I actually groan when his abs come into view, and as he allows me to slip his shirt down his arms and toss it away, I can’t resist tracing my fingers overhis stomach. I have never seen a male body so perfect in my life. His taught stomach tenses further under my touch and he lets out a low hiss between clenched teeth. He watches me silently, taking in my reaction to his body, then the man I have spoken barely more than a handful of words to slowly unzips his pants. I can physically hear my pulse beating down my ears alongside the crinkling of a condom wrapper as the electricity between us becomes so thick, so palpable that I can barely breathe. When he asks if I’m ready, the look on his face practically pleading me to say yes, all I can do is nod at the first and only sign of vulnerability he has shown me.
But I was absolutely not ready for what comes next.
He pushes inside me slowly and my breath quickens as I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, inch by inch. The intensity increases tenfold as I hold his gaze, his eyes darker than coal as he moves in deeper. A kiss would have been much less intimate.
“Fuck,” he grits out when he’s all the way in, and I’m stretched to the absolute limit. He assesses my face for any signs of discomfort, and I can tell by his clenched jaw and taut muscles that it’s taking a lot of effort for him to restrain himself and keep still. He gives me a moment to adjust, but I want him to stop being so considerate, so gentle with me. I rock my pelvis toward him, relishing in the sweet mix of pain and pleasure as I send him impossibly deeper. It’s an invitation to continue, and once he receives it he doesn’t hesitate. He pulls all the way out slowly, then pauses for the briefest of moments before slamming back into me. I swallow down a yelp and cling onto his forearms. He starts off fucking me slow, but soon finds a fast and hard rhythm, nailing me deeper into the mattress with every thrust, and the pleasure builds back up in my centre until I can’t helpthe moans escaping my lips once again. I’ve never had sex so good, so intense. He looks so deep into my eyes as he sinks into me that I have to turn my head to catch a breath before the warm feeling of intimacy in my chest creeps up on me once again.
“No,” he pants harshly, turning my head back towards him with two firm fingers on my chin, “look at me.”
When I’m met again with the dark desire burning in his eyes I can’t help the release that shatters it’s way through me like a tsunami, making my back arch and my fingernails dig deep into his forearms. He continues at a relentless pace, watching every flicker of movement that passes over my face with unyielding attention, until the very last wave of my orgasm washes over me and my back sinks into the mattress. Moments later I feel the tug of his fingers in my hair and the stiffening of his shoulders as he slams into me for a final time, my name a harsh whisper on his lips.
4
He rolls off me, breathless, and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. His forearms rest on his knees, and the dim hotel lighting reflects off the muscled ridges of his back as he breathes heavily. Even though I’m still catching my breath and collecting my thoughts from two earth-shattering orgasms, the sight of this man’s bare back alone injects a swell of fresh desire deep in my core. Which, might I add, has ever happened to me in my life. One orgasm from my husband was usually enough to satiate me for at least a week. One orgasm from this man and it’s like feeding a starving person a single Twistie. I feelravenousfor him.
My heartbeat slows from the galloping sprint it was moments ago. The icy touch of the hotel-room air makes me reach down for the sheet and pull it up over my bare chest.
That confirms it, then. Absolutely nothing wrong with him inthatdepartment. In fact, I would say he was very well above average. Ten gold stars, at least. Truly, I cannot figure out howhejust paidmefor that experience. Most of the sex I’ve had in my life up until this point has felt like a chore oran obligation, but this was something entirely different. If my sexuality has been dormant for the years of my marriage, I can confidently say it has now re-awoken with a vengeance. The thought sobers me somewhat from my sex-induced haze. I just slept with a stranger, and I feel… good. Great, even. Dare I say… liberated.
Beyond the man’s silhouette are the twinkling lights of the city, framed by the window that expands the length of the hotel room. But I can’t draw my eyes away from his naked back.
“What would you have done?”
The deep timbre of his voice breaks the silence and interrupts my wanton thoughts.
“Sorry?” I prop myself up on my forearm, my black hair pooling beneath me on the white sheets like an ink stain. When he sighs and runs a hand through his hair a blush creeps across my cheeks. I know what those soft strands feel like as they tickle the inside of my thighs.
“If I walked in looking like Hugh Hefner. What would you have done?”
The question hits me heavy in my chest, possibly because we just had the most intense sex of my life and he doesn’t exactly sound happy. All of a sudden I feel overly exposed and vulnerable, and he still hasn’t even turned to face me. He drops his head forward between his shoulders as the truth falls easily from my lips.
“My overnight bag is near the door. I was ready to leave if some old guy walked in.”Or pretty much any guy that wasn’t you.
