I wait, trying not to fiddle while giving him what I hope is my best 'come-hither' look.
He shakes his head slightly before finally saying, "Gods...you are divine."
I square my shoulders a little more and hook my feet around the back of his legs, pulling him closer as he absently trails his fingers through the trimmed curls between my legs. I try not to be too smug, but his words delight me. "And you have too much clothing on," I say with a gasp as his fingers slide along my sensitive slit before I move him back a little.
Having already removed Ben's shirt, I slide my fingers down along his abs, admiring the ridges and planes with the tips of my fingers as I work my way to his pants.
"These need to go," I declare with a pull. Ben works his shoes off as I slide his pants down until he's finally, gloriously, naked before me.
"Speaking of divine..." I say, taking him all in. He's as gorgeous below as he is everywhere else--he's long and thick and curving towards me invitingly. I scrape my feet along the backs of his muscular legs. "Protection?" I ask and I stifle a giggle at his forlorn look.
"Ah...Shit," he says.
I raise my eyebrow at him. "I'm a responsible girl. My purse--on the counter. The little zipper inside," I instruct, content to sit and watch as a naked Ben reluctantly disentangles himself and makes his way across and out of the office.
Ben fishes out the little foil package with a grin, "I thought you were planning on a girl's night?"
"I am thoroughly prepared for whatever life might throw at me," I say as I watch him work the condom over himself, slightly disappointed that I don't get the chance to do it for him.
"Lucky for me, then."
"Very lucky."
His hands caress my body as he slowly eases me onto my back. Ben pulls my arms up towards my head while wickedly whispering in my ear, "Though I'd rather see you tied...hold onto the desk and keep yourself there." I get the sense that he's testing my boundaries, but he's about to discover that I don't have many.
"But what if I want to touch you?" I pout, though I'm thoroughly aroused by the thought of being restrained by Ben, which is unusual considering it's usually me that does the restraining in my relationships.
Ben grins at me as I clutch the edge of the desk. "I'll make sure to keep your mind occupied."
"Challenge accepted," I purr as Ben positions himself over me, grinding his hips into mine.
I try to bend my head to watch as Ben hovers over me--watch as he enters me--but the way he has me holding the desk makes it impossible unless I let go. I groan and wiggle my hips invitingly as he slowly strokes the head of his cock over my clit. He's right--he is keeping my mind more than occupied. Giving Ben control over my pleasure and not allowing myself to touch him back is an exercise in delayed gratification.
"Please..." I whimper, sexy siren reduced to begging.
Ben hitches my leg up and around his back, slowly sliding his cock back and forth over my swollen lips. "Mon petit," he says as he slowly grinds himself against me. "Tell me what you want." Thrust.
I moan loudly. I am so game for dirty talk--I am so game for anything that will get him inside me. "You. Hard and fast inside me."
"Tell me what you need." Thrust.
"You--I need you to fuck me."
"Ah...You need me?"
I groan in frustration--unable to fulfill myself and completely at his whim. Which is what I wanted to explore with him, but I hadn't expected Ben to be so...good at being bad.
"Yes..." I hiss. "I need you. Inside me. Now." I work myself against him, body futilely trying to bring me some sort of relief.
Finally, with a slow, hard drag, his crown is at the entrance to my slippery sex. My nails dig into the wood of the desk--it's taking everything I have to keep them from flying to his body and helping him along.
I slide against him, using my leg for leverage, but he keeps himself from entering. The anticipation is killing me.
But just when I think he is about to leave me wanting again, he suddenly thrusts forward in one sleek motion, burying himself to the hilt. I moan loudly at the overwhelming sensation--his thrust almost pushes me over the edge.
"Gods you feel good, Hana," his accent is thicker, changing my name into something erotic and sexy.
He pauses for a moment as we both grow acquainted to the feeling of being connected and then he moves. And for a moment I forget to breathe.
"Oh...Gods!" I cry. He is absolutely, fantastically designed for loving me.
Working his hands under me, Ben grips and guides my body onto him--crashing against me with his rhythmic thrusting.
My head lolls as I gasp for air. "Ben..." I moan.
I feel his hand trail up my body, his fingers held before me. "Lick," he demands.
Sensing his intent, my tongue darts out and along his fingers.
I can hear the masculine amusement in his voice as I anticipate his next word, "Suck."
Drawing his fingers into my mouth, I imagine it's another part of his anatomy that I'm devouring--giving him a very good sense of how much I'd enjoy pleasing him again orally.
His hand trails down along my body, slick fingers rolling my nipple till it forms a hard, little peak.
"Ben..." I cry out from the combined pleasure of his thrusts and touch.
And then I hear him laugh a little before he says, "I will have to drink you another time, won't I?"
There's no chance for me to reply before his wet fingers slide over my sensitive clit, flicking and sliding in time with his grinding body.
I'm incoherent, needy--the ache within me building, threatening to shatter at any moment. "Ben! I'm going to--"
"Come?" he finishes as I gasp at a particularly delicious flick. "Yes," he urges. "Come for me, sweet Hana."
And I do. Scant moments later, I'm overwhelmed by sensation--his touch, his voice, his thrusts--and I cry out as my body shudders with intense pleasure. My body pulling at his, gripping his hard cock from within; one final, hard, thrust and I can feel him join me in pleasure.
* * *
Afterwards, Ben slides himself up beside me and pulls me into his chest. I was not expecting any post-sex cuddling, so I am secretly thrilled. I can hear the rapid beat of his heart as I slowly swirl my fingers along his chest.
We're quiet for a few moments before Ben asks, "Are you still meeting me for brunch tomorrow?" Suddenly, I get the feeling that he might be worried that this will be a one-time thing.
"Of course! A real brunch with a real Frenchman, how could I resist?" I say as I nuzzle his shoulder.
He laughs and it rumbles through me, warming my heart. "How could you resist?" he repeats.
"Exactly!" I say with a little tickle. "I couldn't. But, you know, you do owe me."
"Why is that?" he asks as his hand slowly trails over my hip before settling on the curve of my ass.
"Making me restrain myself was difficult; an experience like that deserves to go both ways, don't you think?" I say, smiling against his chest.
"Absolument," Ben agrees, pulling me tighter as my hand resumes its exploration--firmer, lower.
I wiggle up and nip his earlobe, eliciting a little groan from Ben. "Next time, I get to tie you up in Julien's boardroom."
"I have a better idea," he says as he pulls me on top of his body.
"What is that?" I say as I shift myself and straddle his body.
"Tie me up right now."
The thought of him tied and under my control flashes through my mind, making my answer throaty, needy, "Absolument."
Cosmopolitan Nights is an erotic extra from the forthcoming Cosmopolitan Beauty, by Chelsey J. Nichols.
Good Bye, My Valentine
Damien Darke
"Ay, hello," he stood in the shadows of the darkened living room, "I thought I heard the television playing."
She sat on the sofa trying not to obviously watch him stroll into the room, but couldn't help the quick intake of air. Her eyes widened as she looked him over and it was a figh
t not to lick her lips. She'd always thought that Xavier was the sexiest black man she'd ever seen, but that was always with clothes on; right now he was in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and her heart was pounding beneath her breast. His chest was like sculpted marble and just seemed to jump and flex as he just stood there staring at her, and she could feel the cool of sheen of sweat on her forehead.
"Oh," she tried to keep her voice steady, "it's not too loud is it?"
"Naw," his smile was enough to melt any woman especially from such a handsome face that was clean shaven except for the small patch of a goatee that the football coach allowed him to have. His full lips he licked all the time like LLCoolJ and that was enough to make her overheat. "I'm just expected to come out here and have to close my virgin eyes."
"What ever do you mean by that?" she giggled.
"Because you two could be doing really nasty and rude things to one another," he laughed, "and I'm too young to see shit like that."
"Right," she grinned, "like I believe you're a virgin."
"But I am," he walked on into the living room glancing at the television screen before moving to sit on the sofa.
"Damn I feel inappropriate," she looked down at the thin t-shirt and quickly tucked her legs under her body.
"Ah, don't mind me," he winked, "I'll just keep my eyes closed."
"You're so funny, Xavier," she punched him in the shoulder and laughed as he feigned hurt.
"So what are we watching?"
"My Funny Valentine," she dropped her head smiling as she again took stock of the beauty of this man.
He was like staring at creamy chocolate and again she had to fight the urge to lick her lips. He was taller than her boyfriend James, broader at the shoulders and slimmer at the waist with a six pack she'd love to run her fingers all over just to trace the muscles. He had long narrow feet and of course her mind was screaming out questions if certain urban legends about black men were true. She turned away and her eyes fell back on the television screen although she was not truly watching it.
"Sounds like something cute and frilly to watch," he grinned flashing his million dollar smile. "So, ummm, Shannon, why are you in here alone and not with that roommate of mine; I mean, it's only like nine?"
"We got into it a little bit ago, and he decided he would go to sleep."
"Asleep, on Valentines with a piece of hotness sitting up in here alone? What the fuck kind of bullshit is that?"
"Well that was the argument, and just like everything else he said he forgot what today was."
"How could he forget?" Xavier asked. "I mean it's all over everywhere. So here you're sitting all alone watching chick flicks while your man's asleep? Damn, that sounds like a great time."
"Tell me about it," Shannon cut her eyes over at him and smiled as she caught him looking her over. She shifted on the sofa and pulled her brown wavy hair over her shoulder. Her t-shirt was sticking to her body and she could feel the cloth rubbing against hardened nipples.
"Men are something else," Xavier turned with a smile to watch the television but his thoughts ran elsewhere, "there are just a few things men should always know a woman is serious about... Christmas, Birthdays, and Valentine's Day always sit there at the top; her wedding day and anniversary; and after she has her first baby there's Mother's day. I don't get men who claim they forget these days and then want to run out at the last minute to get some shit that don't even matter."
Shannon glanced over at Xavier and could feel her smile broaden as she could see how serious he was. She shifted on the sofa again because there was this burst of heat that was now simmering between her thighs. She tried squeezing her legs and this only caused a bit of friction that worsened her dilemma. She wished that her t-shirt wasn't as tight as it was because she knew her nipples were sitting out like bullet points that couldn't be missed, and each breath just caused them to stick out more as her breast pushed forward and then fell back.
"You look beautiful," he remarked as if reading her mind, "and like I said I'll just keep my eyes closed."
"But if you do that," she teased him, "how can you see how beautiful I look?"
"Touché," he grinned and again licked his lips as he stared openly. "I so agree, it would be hard to tell you over and over how beautiful you look. From those delicious brown eyes, to those suckable lips; on down to those nipples I could stare at all damn night long... to those thighs that I could imagine wrapped around my head and then my back and finally draped over my shoulders... and that ass of yours; goddamn, woman I've had dreams about that ass of yours."
"Wow!" she laughed out, "you're really pouring it on thick."
"Nah, I would be lying to you... hmm, like saying some crazy shit like," he sat there rubbing at the patch of hair on his chin. "Damn, baby, you tired 'cus you been running through my head all night."
They both sat there laughing at his little cheesy joke, and for the first time tonight she was actually happy. She glanced back at the bedroom door and she could just picture her boyfriend laying in there snoring with not a care that she was sitting out here alone with a man that was superior in every way. She glanced over at Xavier and he was sitting there just staring at her like she wished Jim would; with this hunger in his eyes that said everything she would want her man to say to her. She pressed her legs together tightly hoping to snuff out the fire she could feel burning at the center of her body.
"That was a bit much," he admitted with a smile.
"It's ok," she's almost convincing. "Damn, you have me thinking shit I have no business thinking right now, but..."
"But... what?"
"But, I feel like I'm sitting on a blast furnace right now and it's just from sitting here looking at you."
He leans in close to her knees and takes a big sniff and she watch as he licks his lips. She shivers from the nape of her neck down to the top of her ass. Her toes are opening and closing against the ball of her feet. Her breathing is now heavy and she wants to moan as her nipples are scraping against her shirt.
"You're just not making things any easier," she whispers as she glances back in the direction of the bedrooms, "but that's your intention isn't it."
"Would I do that to you?" his tongue snakes out and slips softly across her knee.
"Oh... my... damn," she murmured as she bit down on the heel of her hand. "What are you doing to me... besides driving me crazy?"
"Crazy is a damn good starting point," he inched closer and slid his tongue lightly against her thigh, "but I'm thinking more of a bubbling mass on nearly unconsciousness babbling incoherently."
"You keep going the way you're going and you're bound to get your wish, Mister." She giggled as he inched closer and pressed the flat of his tongue against the burning flesh of her leg. She sucked in a deep breath as her hand gently caressed the back of his head as he licked and kissed on her leg, and her mind was racing with thoughts of what he was ultimately leading to.
Xavier looked up into her deep brown eyes and he could see them glazed over with a burning desire and he pressed his luck. He slid his fingers along the bare flesh of her legs from her feet up to her knees and then back down to her toes. He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly and her nipples were literally trying to burn their way through her shirt. He licked his lips and then clamped them down on her leg sucking loud between swipes of his tongue.
"Damn," he inched up so that he was pressed down on his elbow with his head over her legs, "What I wouldn't give for some chocolate right now. I'd make you my Valentine's day sweetie."
"With what I have going on right now," her breath was husky and deep, "you definitely won't need any fucking chocolate."
"Shit, that sounds even better."
She closed her eyes as his fingers toyed with her feet and toes and his lips were stuck between her knee and middle thigh. He was slow and easy not rushing her because he seemed to understand that not only was she contemplating on cheating on Jim, but Jim was only in the other room... asleep. He was
a heavy ass sleeper though and for what she was wanting to do it was a damn good thing he slept so deep. She eased her legs from under her ass until her toes just barely touched the floor and she pressed her back into the sofa as Xavier adjusted his body to lie out so his head was now over both of her thighs. Her t-shirt now sat above her waist and she knew he could see the bikini panties she was wearing. This was so wrong... so fucking wrong.
She had her eyes closed but she felt him moving off of the sofa. She wanted to open her eyes, but she didn't dare to do that because then she was more of a part of what was playing out. In her head she wanted to play the victim, but even as she sat there thinking that she opened her legs to her boyfriend's roommate. She could feel his breath on her inner thighs as she felt him gently tug her body until her ass was on the edge of the sofa. She moaned out as her legs were placed on his broad shoulders and she felt him nipping at the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Her fingers slid up from her legs and she felt her fingers pinching at her own nipples as Xavier pressed his face between her thighs and pressed his lips against the drenched layer of cloth covering what she knew he truly wanted. Her entire body seized and stiffened and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out. His tongue was like a piece of flint striking against her flesh and catching fire to every thing it touched. She whimpered and held her breath as he literally chewed on her panties trying to get at her pussy.
Lifting her hips off of the sofa she was now aiding him in his endeavor to drive her crazy, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he was finally able to touch her unlike anything she'd ever had done by her boyfriend. His tongue rolled out of mouth and the back of the tip pressed between her slickened lips and pressed upward until he was tonguing her clitoris. She was gyrating and grinding her hips into his face as he hands took a hold of her waist and pulled her down against his mouth sealing him between her thighs. She pinched down on her nipples through the t-shirt and the charge was like a streak of lightning coursing from her chest to her toes stopping at the tip of his tongue for just a moment. He'd pulled his tongue down and she looked down at the top of his head unable see what he was about to do, but her body told her immediately what was happening.
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