by Alana Davis
My heartbeat had slowed, but after only a minute or two it began to speed up again. Every thought that I had thought was at bay returned, slowly and insidiously. I bit my lower lip, feeling the tension growing inside my chest. My restraint slipped away and soon the answer to all my tension was there.
Leon sat on a couch, lounging as he sipped a glass of expensive whiskey. His shirt hung open, the buttons all undone. The light cast shadows across his contoured stomach. When I walked up to him, his eyes studied me, locking me in his gaze with his sapphire eyes.
“You are a phenomenally gorgeous woman,” Leon said.
I was naked. My hair was loose, untamed. It hung on my shoulders wildly and I tossed it back slightly, letting my motion shake through me. Leon took another large sip of his glass and placed it down carefully on the table before him.
The fantasy was in full-swing, moving quickly and away from me. I was a voyeur to my deepest, darkest wants and my hand found its place between my legs.
Leon stood before me, his hand raised to caress the side of my face. Up close, the sapphire in his eyes moved as though it were the ocean itself. His breath was sweet, so sweet it called for me to taste. I moved my head closer and our lips met softly. Leon fell down to one knee and before I could register what was happening, he scooped me up in his arms.
A bed appeared before us. He laid me down gently on my stomach, breathing in the scent of my skin as he did. A warm liquid spread across my back before I figured out it was oil. Leon kissed the back of my neck one more time and then his hands spread across the open skin, rubbing in the oil with an increased amount of pressure.
His eyes greedily washed over every inch of my skin. Hands moved up and down my back and legs, grazing over my ass cheeks but not stopping to squeeze or push further between them. Every muscle cried out in agreement over the enjoyment of the massage. Leon was a master and I melted under his touch.
I turned over and Leon lay next to me, naked now as well. His cock was hard, laying on my outer thigh. His eyes were focused on mine, locked in on me. His mouth opened, but no words came out. The tension in my chest dissipated and when it was gone, I wasn’t sure it had ever been there in the first place. Leon’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer until my face was pressed against the lower part of his neck.
I kissed his neck, keeping my lips closed as I did so. Our naked bodies felt wonderful pressed together. I couldn’t help moving, pushing my hips in and out slightly. In the tub, I rubbed myself faster as my other hand massaged my breasts. I imagined Leon’s beautiful face inches from mine, looking at me as though I had shown him something that he hadn’t thought existed.
Leon moved on top of me, propping himself up so he could look into my eyes. My skin was alight with sensation as if I had been plugged into a power source. Every hair stood on end and little vibrations shook me. His eyes were warm and open, inviting me in to look at something deep inside of him, his soul, perhaps. He lowered his head and our lips met as he slid inside of me.
I was moaning loudly in the bathroom. My head protruded from the bubbles, but my eyes were closed. The warm water was a poor substitute for Leon’s touch.
It was more than just a want for company or a lusting for a physical man to be with me. I moved my hand against my pussy, rubbing my clit hard as I rubbed my own nipples simultaneously. Yet even as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm, my heart screamed out for Leon’s presence.
He moved in and out of me, his eyes never breaking from mine. It was as though his entire being was inside of me, filling me with pleasure in every fiber of my muscle, every inch of my being. I grabbed him with my arms and squeezed tightly as his hips pushed against mine, sending waves of ecstasy through me. I bit on the lower lobe of his ear and licked it slowly. He moaned loudly as he pushed deeper into me.
I quickened the movements of my hand. Leon’s movements sped up and the two synched up, reality and fantasy working together. I gritted my teeth and moaned through them as my body began to tense in preparation for my orgasm. The sensation grew between my legs, shooting beams of pleasure through my stomach and connecting at the nipples. Soon I was feeling light-headed as I held my breath, determined to fantasize about how Leon’s skin would smell, pressed against my nose.
I bit down on my lip and I bit down on Leon’s shoulder. My hips rocketed up towards his and he pushed back, his cock sliding in me deeper than any man had ever been inside of me before. I came harder than I had ever come before by myself and I thrashed about in the water, a seizure of orgasm paralyzing me.
“I need you,” Leon whispered in my ear. His body turned as rigid as a floorboard while his cock pulsed inside of me, an orgasm shooting through him simultaneously as mine. We were enveloped in ecstasy together, unable to break away, not wanting to break away.
My body eased as the orgasm faded away. I opened my eyes to my dark bathroom lit only by candles. The music was playing softly and I couldn’t make it out because I was breathing loudly. I dipped my head underneath the water and moved my hands through my hair, feeling the heaviness of it soaked in water.
I pulled the plug on the bathtub and stood up. I turned on the shower and cold water shot down on me, startling me. I jumped back and soon the water turned warm. I washed off the suds from the bubble bath and stepped out. My robe felt soft and inviting against my skin when I put it on and I welcomed its embrace.
I went straight to bed. Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, I began to scold myself for my lack of restraint. I felt disappointed in myself and upset that I was entertaining this fantasy about a man that was not only my client, but a relative stranger. I knew practically nothing about Leon Christensen, but I couldn’t escape my fantasies about him. I felt guilty.
Tomorrow, I would set him up on a date, even if it meant a date with the completely wrong person. It had to be someone, anyone, except me. And with this decision, for the first time, a feeling that I had yet to experience knocked on my heart’s door.
For the first time, I felt lonely.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
