I felt something clench inside of me at the sound of her laugh, it was like she didn’t laugh often. And I wanted to change that.
“I know my way around,” I held out my hand. She stared apprehensively before she eventually took it, and stood up.
It was kind of nice, her not jumping at the bit to talk to me or touch me. On the way out here, I could barely get a few steps in before a woman had some pickup line, or bumped into me by accident. On purpose. They were all pretty, decent enough to spend a night with. But I just couldn’t do it, had no interest. But this woman…she was something else.
“Walk with me.”
She chewed the inside of her lip nervously, but came with me anyway. I didn’t let go of her hand, and she fit nicely by my side. She was very warm.
And she smelled like flowers; not the blooming type, but the kind they bottle up and sell for a ridiculous price.
I twined my fingers with hers. I wanted to ask her more of something, of anything. But all I, could think about was getting inside of her, tasting her.
Her brow furrowed as she looked up at me, but she didn’t say anything. She may know who I am, but she didn’t say anything. I appreciated it more than I thought I would.
“How did you end up coming to this event tonight?”
I think I was making baseless conversation to make up for the heat I felt between us. I had a burning itch to kiss those peachy lips of hers, to feel her up against me. But I had to read her well first, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted this to be a one-time thing or not…I was getting ahead of myself anyway.
“Um, a friend invited me. I thought it would be something to do other than…what I usually do.” She trailed. I think she was rambling. Did I make her nervous?
I hoped not. I was more comfortable around her than I was with anyone else.
“And what is that?”
I stopped her by the stone wall, lined with over growing creeping plants. Gently, I placed my hand on the other side of her hip. I was inches away from her, feeling the tug of war between us. She has to want me too, the way her eyes were looking at me; wide and curious.
“Um, Netflix. And frozen dinners.” I couldn’t help but laugh. She was honest, I missed that in people.
No one in my social circle was honest at all, they were all just trying to fit in.
“Hmm, never tried that.” I licked my lips, and her eyes caught mine, then drifted down to my lips too.
“This isn’t my usual scene, if you couldn’t tell.” She let out a nervous giggle. Somehow the sound went straight to my cock, just hardening it further. But I didn’t understand what she meant so my brow only furrowed in response.
“No, not at all. Why do you say that?” I asked her. She stepped off to the side and walked slowly, and I followed her.
“No reason. I thought it was obvious I didn’t fit in. Why else would I be out here, while everyone is in there?” She gestured to the ballroom, where I heard the cheering. It must be the blind auction.
“You look better than any other woman in there, in my opinion.” I looked down my nose at her, and I saw her cheeks blush scarlet under the moon light. She was shy, but she had a curiosity to her. Why else would she be walking hand in hand with a complete stranger in a secluded maze?
“Thanks. But this isn’t even my dress.” She gestured to her large ball of blue taffeta and form fitted bodice. Whether it was hers or not, it was made for her.
“Pft, half these people rented their outfits.”
“But aren’t they all…really rich?” She said the word like it was some sort of poison.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but a dress or a tux isn’t a sound investment. That’s all they’re about.” I explained, or maybe it was just my two sense.
“What about your tux?” She gestured to my last minute tailored suit. I laughed a bit.
“Uh, I bought this. But I hate suits.” I didn’t want to tell her about the threshold between some of us. Most of the money in there couldn’t actually buy a six thousand dollar suit this last minute. It was like I wanted to be someone else around her, maybe because she didn’t automatically know me or come after me just to get into my wallet.
It’s one of the reasons I don’t want to bother with the dating scene again. The women google me and pretend not to know anything about me. I don’t want that, I don’t want someone who will use me like Vivian did ever since I made my first million.
“I’m not really a dress person either.” She smirked, glancing up at me and then looking away when she saw I was looking at her.
I loved how timid she was. It made the primal male in me come out, and wanted to bring her out of her shell.
“But you wear one very well. Seriously.” I grazed my bottom lip with my teeth before she looked up at me. Again, she looked away.
“You’re flattering.” She replied.
“I’m honest.” I retorted.
I moved my head to the right slightly and adjusted the tightness in my bow tie. When it didn’t budge, I quickly loosened it, feeling her eyes on me. I hoped she didn’t think I was undressing or something. Or maybe subconsciously I was. I shoved it in my back pocket as we rounded the corner past the second fountain.
“This is really nice, I wonder who did this.” I commented on the landscaping. The last event Sasha hosted did not look this good at all. “Whoever did it put my favorite flowers in.” I said. I wasn’t sure why I was even talking so much, usually it was see and take with women, but I didn’t want to do that to her. I felt an urge to have a real conversation with her.
Maybe it was because she was the first person in a while to treat me like a real person. And not ask me about Vivian. Granted she doesn’t know about her, but still.
“You have a favorite flower?” Her soft voice piqued. I stopped her at the second wall of creeping vines. They were all intricately entwined and tangled, you couldn’t tell they weren’t natural.
“Yeah, that so hard to believe?” I stood across her as she leaned into the wall. I would think she was leaning away from me, but her chest and hips were pointed right towards me; and she tried to hide it, but I could see how she would look at my lips, and elsewhere, before she blushed and averted her gaze.
“They’re lilacs. They remind me of my mom.” She forced a smile, but I could tell her face softened and her eyes went dark. Maybe it has something to do with moms, but she regained her composure quicker than I could ask about it.
“That’s sweet.” Her big blue eyes looked up at me innocently, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I stepped close to her, my hand on the other side of her hip, trapping her between me and the wall.
Her lower lip trembled, full, and the color of a ripe peach. Fuck, I bet she tasted as good as she looked. I couldn’t hold off anymore, I felt the heat creeping up to my neck as I closed the space between us. We were five inches apart, then none, and then my lips were on hers.
I wasn’t holding back either, I crushed her against the wall, her soft body was plush against mine. Warm, and inviting my lips moved with hers. Her breasts pillowed against my chest, her hips were against mine as I closed the space between us. My thigh wedged a space between her legs as I settled between them, feeling the heat of her core against my thigh.
Her small hands grazed my arm under my jacket, her nails dug in as I deepened the kiss. She gasped into my mouth as I pressed my hardness against her. She had me rock hard in seconds, and I hadn’t even seen anything yet. It was her scent, her natural allure, she was fucking gorgeous. Her skin was so smooth and creamy, I wanted to explore every inch of it with my hands, and my lips. Mostly my lips.
Her hands moved to my chest and she applied slight pressure, I broke away as she gasped for air. My eyes went straight to hers. They were wide, and wandering. I knew she was curious. But she was still timid, and I wanted to break that out of her. I wanted to make her scream as she comed.
“I don’t usually do that. Kiss strangers in flower mazes.” She said between raspy breaths, her eyes sea
rching mine as she broke the silence.
“What else do you not usually do?” I pressed. Maybe I could get some insight to who she really was. Something other than what my dick was making me think.
My eyes trailed her skin; I wanted to taste the smooth skin of her neck, down to her ample breasts straining against the bodice of her dress. All I heard was the sound of the night, the water of the fountain, and her fast breathing.
“Um…”
I interrupted her by kissing her again. I couldn’t help it. But this time she didn’t waste time before kissing me back, and searing her fingers through my hair to kiss me even harder. My tongue grazed her bottom lip and she moaned into my mouth, parting her lips so my tongue could lap over hers. I was vaguely aware that someone could catch us, but I still didn’t care.
Maybe I jumped the gun, but my hands bunched up the fabric of her dress, and higher until I reached the apex of her thighs and the heat of her sex was on my hand. She broke away for air, and my lips just went to her neck, grazing small kisses across her collarbone until I took her lips again.
Her fingers tightened in my hair and then moved down over my shoulders. I tugged my jacket off, and her soft fingers crept under the buttons of my shirt as my hand went back between her legs. I wanted to see her eyes when I touched her, I pulled away and looked in her eyes as my finger grazed her folds above her panties. She gasped, her back arching towards me. I kept my eyes on her as I hitched her leg over my waist, and then the other, until I was holding her up against the wall. I moved her panties to the side, my finger slipping inside of her slick folds. She mewled, then she was like putty in my hands as I flicked over her sensitive nub, until her legs trembled and her breath quaked with her release.
“Oh yes…” I groaned at the sound of her moan, wrapped in her pleasure. I wanted to hear it again. I had to.
I prompted her out of her panties. As she stepped out of them, I undid my belt and pulled my hardened cock from my briefs. He eyes went to it briefly before her hand gripped me like a vice. My mouth found hers again as she pumped my cock and I set her around my waist again.
I wanted to be inside of her, needed to be. Her lips were so soft as they kept up with me, the intensity of her tongue was eager and curious. It was obvious she didn’t do this sort of thing, but I didn’t care. She trusted me enough to let me take her against a fucking garden wall.
I pulled back, releasing her lips with a pop of skin. I gripped her ass with my hand, smooth and creamy. I wanted to see her whole, perfect body but I was fine with a feel. Her arms went around my neck as her eyes bored into mine, wide and wanting. Her little moans spurred me on as I tugged my hand under her bodice, cupping her breast in my hand. I loved how they fit perfectly in my palm, soft, creamy and full. Then I slid myself inside of her, feeling her stretch around me, watching her succumb to the pleasure.
“Oh fuck…” she was so fucking tight. Milking my cock for all that it was worth.
“Please, fuck me.”
Her voice was soft, and unassuming. I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. I moved, slow at first because she was so tight and firm. Then as she bucked her hips to meet mine, I went faster and deeper. Until I was in her to the hilt.
The heat her surrounded me. The clench of her sex and the smell of our desire was driving me mad. I never got this close, this fast. But I was already on the edge. I had to hear her come again first though.
She cried out, right in my ear as I circled my thumb over her clit. It made her clench even tighter. I pulled her bodice down, exposing her rosy pink nipples. I lapped my tongue over it, until she was mewling against me, her cries unintelligible as her moans took over. She tugged my hair up to her so she could kiss me, and I happily obliged.
She was literally trembling. Her hands shaky as they rested against my abs, close to where I was pummeling inside of her. The dress covered everything, but I heard how wet she was and how deep I was going inside of her.
“Yes…, yes!” Fuck. A woman screaming never sounded better.
I kept going, harder and faster until my own thighs were clenching and I felt the sweltering wave of desire build in my spine and explode inside of her as we came together.
I held her against the wall, coming down as my cock twitched inside of her. I kissed her again, soft and slow just to fell those lips again. I set her dress back in place, and she slid her panties back on as I tucked myself away.
“Is that what you don’t usually do?” I smirked. She looked up at me, fighting a smile. Even her hands still shook as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
Chapter Nine: Emilia
Holy all that is holy.
My breath was still in my throat, my insides still clenching and my heart still racing. I was frazzled, and confused. I never did stuff like that, never.
The last time I had sex I was flat on the bed and was left with no release. But that…! And twice!
He was so beautiful. I mean, I’ve never seen a man that looks like that at all. His hair was a mess, sandy blonde that only he could pull of, and his eyes a smoldering green that I could see when I shut my eyes. I didn’t get to see much of his body, but he felt hard and chiseled. Something even more beautiful was underneath that suit. He also looked so familiar, but it was escaping me. Everything was at this point, because I was still in cahoots.
And the way he looked at me. It was unnerving and arousing all at the same time. Even as he put his jacket back on, and adjusted the cuff of his shirt. His hair very obviously looked like he had just been fucked, but he didn’t seem to care. That was hot as hell.
His eyes met mine again and I nearly froze in place. I should stop being so damned nervous around him too. He is just a man—in theory.
“You want a drink?” He asked. I loved how deep and even his voice was, not changing in the slightest at all.
“Yes, please.” My voice came out like a whisper, not at all how I wanted it to sound. I wanted to be the confident, fearless, vixen that he just fucked up against a wall, but I wasn’t that way at all.
I was more than surprised at what I had just done. I only had one glass of champagne so I knew I wasn’t even drunk at all.
“Be right back. Wait for me?”
He stepped closer, so his scent surrounded me. I would never forget it, I know scents very well and my nose could pick up pretty much anything. It was like the fresh gel from a shower, detergent, and a strong cologne that all mixed with his pheromones to produce something incredibly intoxicating. I simply nodded at his request, and he walked off towards the building.
I stared after him, prepared to wait for him to come back. Maybe I could actually get his name…whoa, did I really have sex with someone whose name I didn’t even know?
I did.
I smiled at the memory, it sure did feel good. I was still pulsing from how good it felt, in fact. I went to my wallet and phone on the bench, and gasped at how many missed calls I had, all from Ivy. I rang her back immediately, and she picked up on the first ring.
“Hey! Oh, my gosh, I hate to do this but is the event over yet?” She asked, she sounded so flustered and freaked out that I was immediately worried.
“Um, not really. But what’s wrong?”
I heard shuffling on her end, and her heavy sigh. Something was clearly wrong.
“The dress! My boss told me he needs it first thing and I’ll have to clean it before tomorrow. Since the cleaners won’t be open I have to do it myself.” I gasped.
I didn’t want her to get fired or anything for this.
“Oh no, I’m on my way back right now! Are you still at my place?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Okay, see you.”
I took off for the back, trying to remember the way I came. Once there, I had to scour the cars to find the driver. I didn’t know his name either. What is with me and not getting people’s names?
But I finally found him, after searching through many driver’s w
indows. I knocked softly, and he rolled the glass down.
“Finished already?”
“Excuse me?” My mind was in the gutter, but I quickly recovered. “Oh, yeah I have to go home. There’s an…emergency.” I made something up. Even though I probably didn’t really need to.
“Sure, let’s go.”
He got out and opened my door for me. It wasn’t until I was buckled in, and we were halfway home that I remembered the man I left back at the party. I couldn’t lie and say my heart didn’t sink a little from some disappointment. I didn’t know his name, didn’t have his number. And this isn’t my social circle at all. He is as good as lost to me now.
The rest of the ride I was dejected. He was arguably the best sex of my life. Now I would never see him again. Once we were at my place, it was like stepping into my old life again. One where I don’t have killer sex.
“Hey, I’m so sorry.” Vivian opened up my door and ushered me inside.
“Don’t sweat it, I don’t think I’m really missing anything.” I lied.
I quickly shrugged the dress off and got in the shower as she cleaned it. She had a certain cleaner for it and she used my steamer. It was the nicest piece of technology I had.
I kept thinking of him in the shower. How could I not? The man was dashing, and perfect. Huge too, I could remember the feeling of him inside of me. Stretching my walls, hitting my core every single time. He knew what he was doing and made sure I knew it too.
I could give him a name by myself. Since I didn’t have his real one. But everything escaped me. The hot water ran out, signaling my shower was over. I dressed in sweats as always and found Ivy furiously steaming the dress.
“Hey, you okay? You seem off. I’m really sorry I had to cut your night short.”
I shook her off, warming up a much-needed frozen pot pie. I need to stop eating this stuff.
“Oh, no that isn’t it at all. Really, it’s fine.”
She scolded me with her eyes. “Emilia, tell the truth.” She stopped steaming and cornered me at the microwave.
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