They sipped their champagne as they gazed into each other's eyes. Looks of heated desire promising untold pleasures silently passed between them. Once again there was something familiar about her eyes and her mouth, but he couldn't place it.
Then to Jonathon's delight, his mystery lover assumed control of the moment. She took the empty glass from his hand and set it on the night stand next to her empty glass. Then she pushed him back until he fell onto the bed with his legs dangling over the edge. After slowly lowering his zipper, she reached inside his pants and fondled his balls. The glow in the depth of her eyes immediately told him he was going to enjoy whatever she had in mind. The notion of being on the receiving end of her unknown intentions was a definite turn on.
He raised his hips so she could pull off his pants and briefs. His cock sprang free, once again standing tall and proud. And definitely primed for action. Where she had seemed unsure about several things last week, this week she aggressively took the initiative. He didn't know what happened during the ensuing week, but whatever it was had his complete approval.
He tossed his shirt on the floor next to his pants and pulled off his socks, all the while watching with fascination as she did a modified striptease for him. This time there was nothing on under the dress. As sexy and exciting as the sight of the red garter belt and sheer black stockings had been, the sight of her totally nude body with the blonde curls decorating her pussy brought a low growl up from the very depths of his primal needs. This time he already knew the many pleasures and intense rapture that existed between those sleek thighs.
Jonathon may have altered her original plans by changing the location of their rendezvous, but Trish intended to put any and all of her normal inhibitions aside and allow her secret desires to run rampant. She would put to use the new things he had introduced her to the previous week and be the sexy woman she had always dreamed of being. Once her mind let go of her conservative upbringing, bolstered by the security of her anonymity, she allowed her earthy wild desires to take over.
She ran her hands across the hard planes of his chest, the feel of his bare skin sending waves of need crashing through her body and exciting her senses. She had given it a lot of thought over the last couple of days. She wanted to be on top, to experience what that type of control felt like. To know how much deeper inside her his impressive cock would reach.
Before mounting him and allowing her hungry pussy to sink onto his beautiful hard shaft, she had to taste him. The memory of his cock inside her mouth, the sensation of her tongue swirling around the head and along his shaft, had tantalized her senses. And even more exciting was the unforgettable first time he flicked his tongue across her clit, then drew it into his mouth. She wanted to know that incendiary moment again, and this time she had the knowledge and confidence to take full advantage of this new and exciting treat.
"In honor of the room number that I booked...” She turned around and stretched out along the length of his torso with his rigid shaft bobbing in front of her mouth and her muff hovering just above his face. Each ragged breath he expelled against her tender pussy lips sent a delicious tingle of anticipation rippling through her body. She cradled his balls, the texture of the sac feeding into her excitement. This time she knew what was going to happen and what she wanted, the incredible orgasms that would once again be hers. Just the thought had her juices flowing.
She placed a tender kiss on the very tip of his cock, then licked the drop of salty pre-cum. She trailed her tongue up and down his hard length before taking the head into her mouth. His husky groan of pleasure fed into the quivering delight coursing inside her.
A moment later, his mouth was on her pussy, sending a hard jolt of ecstasy ricocheting through her body, touching every nerve ending she possessed. She ground her sex against his mouth seeking more and more. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, pumping in tandem with his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The night had just started and already her pussy was on fire, convulsing in hard contractions of rapture as the intense orgasm convulsed through her body.
An orgasm that seemed to go on and on. An orgasm that wouldn't stop. She had never experienced anything like it. Wave after wave crashed through her body. Her mind whirled out of control. She couldn't think. All she could do was savor the intensity of the exquisite sensations while craving more.
Jonathon grabbed the rounded globes of her bottom, kneading the firm flesh with his fingers. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The tantalizing fragrance of her sex filled his lungs and charged his arousal. Where last week she had been tentative about sucking his cock, this week she eagerly embraced it. Her tongue ... her mouth ... the rhythm of her sucking ... she quickly drove him to the edge—much quicker than he wanted. He needed to slow her down but couldn't bring himself to the point where he would back away from her enthusiastic attentions.
He placed a kiss on her clit, then laved the flat of his tongue across her pussy lips. Her delicious taste exploded in his mouth, a taste he vividly remembered and had craved all week. He felt her gasp as much as heard it. A moment later he drew her engorged clit fully into his mouth and teased it with his tongue before sucking on the delicate treat.
Jonathon bucked his hips upward as her lips tightened around his shaft. If this was an indication of how the night was going to progress, he seriously doubted that he would live to see the dawn. But it was one hell of a way to go, being fucked to death by an incredibly sexy and beautiful woman. They could put it on his tombstone—death by orgasm, he died with a smile on his face.
He thrust his tongue as far into her pussy as he could and seductively wiggled it so that it touched her everywhere. He continued to stimulate her clit with his fingers. His balls tightened and pulled up. He had to get her mouth off his cock before he totally lost it. But his next breath told him it was too late.
His head jerked back into the pillow. His release shuddered deep inside him as hard spasms raced through his body and spurts of semen shot into her mouth.
She continued to suck his spent organ with the type of intensity that could only be driven by her own highly aroused state. To his surprise and delight, his mystery lover had him hard and primed for action in a matter of minutes. He gasped for air, needing the oxygen but not wanting to abandon the delicious treat so temptingly close to his mouth. Once again he flicked the tip of his tongue against her engorged clit relishing her moans of pleasure as she continued to administer to his cock.
Trish couldn't believe her totally wanton behavior, but it felt so good to let go of any and all inhibitions. Carnal pleasure was the rule for the night. If it promised to send orgasmic waves through her body, then she wanted to do it. She wanted to experience all she could. And she wanted to experience it with Jonathon Rutledge.
Her pussy continued to quiver and convulse with each flick of his tongue. His cock was once again hard, thick and long. She felt the life pulse through it, then allowed his length to slip from her mouth.
She quickly turned around and straddled his hips. As she fought to catch her breath, he grabbed a packet, ripped it open and rolled the condom on his stiff shaft. A lascivious grin tugged at his mouth, the same mouth that had so thoroughly and deliciously ravaged her most intimate of places sending her into a series of glorious orgasms. Lust and primal need burned in the depths of his eyes. Her tautly puckered nipples ached with a need to be touched. As if reading her mind, he cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled her forward until he was able to draw one of the hard buds into his mouth.
She closed her eyes and purred softly as he suckled. It was a warm sensation that conveyed contentment, but she wanted more. She wanted his magnificent cock buried deep inside her, as deep as it could go.
Without disturbing the wonderful sensation his suckling provided, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and guided his hard sex to her pussy. Slowly ... oh, so slowly ... she inched her way down onto his rigid cock. His girth stretched and filled her, hi
s length going farther and farther until it found the deepest reaches of her tunnel. His coarse thatch of pubic hair tickled her highly stimulated clit.
The depth of his penetration, her clit rubbing against him—never had she imagined anything could be so incredible. Her pussy walls grabbed his shaft, the contractions beginning the moment she started to rock back and forth. Once again the sensations washed over her, elevating her to a level of rapture more powerful than anything she had ever known.
The night of pleasure continued, the air thick with a heady mixture of the aroma and sounds of sex. Trish wanted to get rid of her mask. It was in the way and had almost come off during one particularly energetic coupling. But she didn't dare. No matter how fogged her mind became, no matter how scattered her thoughts, no matter how delicious the exquisite pleasure, she did not lose sight of the one absolute—under no circumstances could she allow him to know her identity. Was there any way she would be able to lure him to a third Saturday night of uninhibited hot sex and still be able to preserve her anonymity?
Her thoughts were interrupted when he urged her to roll onto her stomach, pull her legs up and spread them wide apart. A tremor of anxiety darted through her, putting a momentary damper on her heightened state of arousal. She wasn't sure what he planned.
She heard him rip open the condom packet, then a moment later his cock head probed at her pussy mouth from behind. He reached around her and expertly manipulated her throbbing clit with his fingers, again propelling her toward the ongoing orgasms that had consumed her the entire evening.
He shoved into her until he had his cock embedded all the way inside her hot wet tunnel. The angle, the direction, having him enter her from behind provided a whole new sensory arena to explore. She automatically pushed back against him in response, wiggling her ass to show her delight and excitement.
He thrust in and out with long sure strokes, which quickly became short hard jabs as he rushed toward his release. He gave up all pretense of trying to make it last. Her pussy muscles grabbed and squeezed his shaft as her orgasmic contractions continued to claim her. A moment later, his body shuddered. He took one last hard plunge to bury his cock deep inside her. He reached around and grabbed her breasts as he fell forward against her, his chest heaving and his heart pounding.
The spasms rippled through his body. He gulped in several deep breaths. He finally managed to pull his spent cock out of her tight pussy then collapsed back on the bed. He forced the words that came out in a husky whisper. “My sexy vixen ... I think we need to take a breather and have some champagne."
After a few minutes of rest, Jonathon disposed of the used condoms and condom wrappers, each one evoking memories of sex so intense it should have scorched the sheets. The time had arrived for cuddling, softness, gentle play and perhaps a renewed attempt to discover who she was.
He opened another bottle of chilled champagne and poured two glasses. He had never felt so totally drained and at the same time so energized and wanting more. He stood next to the bed admiring the sexy frame stretched out seductively on the rumpled sheets. It was a time for cuddling, but most certainly not the end of the night.
He sat on the bed with his back resting against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him. She immediately scooted up next to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and stroked her hair. They sipped their champagne in silence, each enjoying the quiet moments of reflection. He refilled their glasses. They nestled together in intimate closeness, an unconscious emotional bonding.
The empty bottle rested in the ice bucket. She snuggled next to him. He skimmed his fingers lightly across the creamy texture of her skin. He brushed her hair back and placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. For the first time he noticed the tiny heart-shaped birthmark behind her ear. It was as delicate as the essence of her being.
He wanted to make love to her as he had the previous Saturday night. Tender, gentle, caring lovemaking different than frenzied, torrid sex. He wanted to recapture that emotional connection. The one that spoke of commitment, a home, a family—happily ever after. What was there about this woman, this mysterious stranger, that had his thoughts again heading in that direction?
His mouth closed over hers in a loving kiss, an emotional kiss. He ran his hand down the length of her back and across the perfect roundness of her ass as he pulled her body tighter against his. He reveled in the warmth of her closeness, the sensation of her bare skin touching his.
Her breathing increased as his kiss deepened. He turned her onto her back where she sank into the softness of the bed, his body partially covering hers. He slipped his hand between her legs, tickling his fingers up the inside of her thigh until he reached the softness of the feathery curls nestled between her legs. He slowly inserted one finger between her pussy lips and into the moist heat of her body. She moaned softly in his ear, the sound pushing his arousal to a higher level. He quickly sheathed his cock with another condom and smoothly entered her.
Her long blonde hair flared out across the pillow in wild disarray, giving her an earthy seductive appearance. He saw the passion burning in her eyes. If only he could see her face. She had him encased in that hot tight sheath, her pussy muscles doing incredible things to him that he couldn't begin to describe. All he knew for sure was that he could spend a lifetime and never find anyone who satisfied all his desires the way she did. And if they didn't do anything more for the rest of the night than what they were doing right now, he knew he could die a happy and very satisfied man.
He moved smoothly in and out of her tight, wet sheath, each thrust conveying tender feelings. Their mutual climax exploded in sexual release accompanied by an equally potent emotional bonding. He continued to hold her in his arms as he delicately stroked her skin and hair.
Jonathon wasn't sure what to do. At some point the night had to end. At some point they would leave the inn and go their separate ways. And once again he would be left with a strange emptiness and no idea of how to find his mysterious lover. Hot, sexy, wanton, earthy—she was all those things. Tender, soft, loving—she was also all those things. He didn't want to lose her. He reached for her mask.
She quickly scooted out of his reach before he could unmask her. “No."
He turned on his side and propped himself up on one elbow. “Why not? What are you hiding? Are you someone I know? Will I immediately recognize you without your mask? Let me see your face. Let me know who you are."
"I ... I can't. Please don't ask me any more questions."
He couldn't see her face, but he saw the pleading in her eyes. It was almost a look of panic. Who was she? What would the implications be if he knew her identity? What was there that made her so fearful?
He leaned toward her, placed a tender kiss on her lips, then slid out of bed. “I'll be right back."
Trish's gaze followed his retreating form until he closed the bathroom door. She hadn't been sure a week ago, but now there was no doubt. Somewhere over the last three years, she had fallen in love with Jonathon Rutledge.
As much as the beauty of their lovemaking would remain in her consciousness, she couldn't continue to work for him. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle day to day contact with this man, knowing it would always be a hands off business relationship. Maybe she could have before, but not now. Not after experiencing the torrid passion that existed between them. A bittersweet tremor shivered through her body. The euphoria of a moment earlier had suddenly turned to sadness.
For right now, she needed to leave the room and there was the only way she would be able to do it without creating a problem. After quickly shrugging into her dress, she searched for her shoes, finally spotting them under the edge of the bed. She started toward them, moving quickly but quietly across the carpeting.
"Damn!” She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth.
Her little toe throbbed painfully. Damn bed frame leg. It was a complication she definitely didn't need. She lifted her foot in the air and wrapped her hand around her
injured toe while attempting to maintain balance on the other foot. Her ankle twisted under her. She felt it, but was helpless to prevent the fall that sent her sprawling on the floor.
Double damn, what else can go wrong? I have to get out of here.
She struggled to her feet, carefully trying to protect her stubbed toe on one foot while favoring her painful ankle on the other leg. Then her less than smooth escape totally fell apart when the bathroom door opened.
Jonathon's eyes widened in shock. “Are you going somewhere?” He pointed to her foot as she edged toward the door. “What happened?"
"I ... uh, stubbed my toe on the bed frame leg and then twisted my ankle when I fell.” She took another step closer to the door.
"So, it's just like last week. You're sneaking out, running away without even saying good-bye."
The look of disappointment and hurt on his face grabbed at her, but she knew she had to steel herself against the emotions. A quick glance at her shoes told her she would never be able to retrieve them and make it out the door without him pulling off her mask.
She unlocked the safety and flung open the door. Ignoring the pain in her ankle, she fled out into the night.
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Chapter Four
As with the previous week, Trish was surprised to see Jonathon's car in the parking lot when she arrived at work Monday morning. She climbed out of her car, testing to see how much weight she could put on her sprained ankle without needing to favor it. She had hoped to already be in the office and at her desk when he arrived. She had wrapped her ankle in a flesh colored support bandage and had chosen to wear slacks and low heeled shoes in an attempt to hide the sprain. She took a couple of steps and quickly realized she was not going to be able to walk without a slight limp no matter how much she tried to ignore the pain.
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