Nick leaned in, placing his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the hard plaster, knowing that if she sought any softness, she’d have to push into him.
She did, and he relished her soft moan as she came into full contact with his evident desire.
He looked down at her with what he hoped was reassurance. “And sometimes, all it takes is an empty room and one bow tie.”
Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers, ever so softly. Immediately, she opened her mouth under his, her hot tongue urgently seeking entry. Normally, he’d pull back and admonish a partner for taking such liberties.
But this was Jannie.
Jannie, who had always made his heart pound with just a passing glance. Now she was here, soft, pliant, and aroused in his embrace, unaware that her mere presence in this room had already fulfilled his fondest fantasy.
He hoped she was about to fulfill another.
Opening his mouth, he seized her lips in a kiss that started out close to brutal. But for her, he gentled it. He’d never been able to get too rough with Jannie. His zipper confined him almost painfully now. A master of restraint, he was usually able to stay this way for hours. Never had he felt such an urgent need to bury himself inside a woman and fill her with as much of him as he could give.
Only with her.
Urges.
On and on, he kissed her, until she thrust against him.
Jesus fuck. I could come right now.
He tore his mouth away to prevent just that.
Jannie gazed up at him, eyes hazy, her beautiful lips red and swollen. “Why is there no bed in here?”
“All you have to do is wish for one.”
She tilted her head. “Like magic?”
“Everything here can be magic.”
“OK, then, let’s see your magic. I wish for a bed.”
Sliding his hand into his pocket, Nick gripped the remote that controlled everything. He didn’t need to take it out; he simply pressed the top button.
The soft whir of a motor filled the room as two massive ceiling panels slid apart, and a bed gradually began to descend.
Jannie looked up, her eyes widening. “You weren’t lying.”
His gaze followed the white wrought iron bed as it continued to come down. “Only the truth in here.”
“Is that one of the rules?”
Nick nodded. He wasn’t about to admit that he’d just made that up. Unbeknownst to her, she was taking part in a scene, and it was his to direct as he pleased.
“It’s white.” Her eyes showed genuine surprise. “Even the sheets.”
He smirked. “We’re not all about black and sinister, Jannie. Set aside your preconceived notions. This space was born from my frustration with clichés.”
The bed settled gently against the opposite wall, the pillows fluffed,the silk sheets shimmering invitingly.
“What other magic can you show me?” She pressed against his prominent erection. “Aside from this, of course.”
“Well … That depends.”
“On what?”
