by Unknown
“I thought you might be homesick! Just trying to make friends you know!” He yelled back.
“You may want to clarify with your therapist what constitutes a gift for a young woman visiting your apartment!” I teased. Already it sounded whorish in my ears!
Instantly he was leaning against the doorway to his bedroom, “Obviously you have no idea exactly how hard it is to buy a box of Adluh Grits in New York City!”
I laughed, “I’m sure it wasn’t the easiest thing to find! Thank you Carlton, that was such a thoughtful gesture.”
But he was closer now, moving quickly in front of me. Again his fingers touched my neck; this time he used them to lift my face to his. He bent low, his eyes never leaving mine. Tenderly his lips touched me, first on my cheek. I may or may not have turned my head so that our lips touched. I was in awe of him, and the only thing I could think of when he was near me was how his lips tasted. And they were smooth and silky. His hand moved to my cheek instantly, his thumb raced against my cheekbone as he deepened our kiss. His tongue swirled against mine luxuriously. Kissing him was like eating a piece of fine Swiss chocolate; it was a complete orgasm for my mouth. But it was strange too, as if I’d kissed him a thousand times before. Butterflies fluttered in my chest, and there was an unfamiliar weakness in my knees. Then he pulled away and looked into my eyes, “I’m so glad we got that over with! I was so damned nervous! Did I hurt you?” He spun me around in a circle in front of him.
“What?” I complained already dizzy from his kiss.
“Are you okay?” His smooth voice only intensified my floating sensations.
“Oh, yes. Why were you nervous?” I asked, still somewhat in a daze.
He touched my cheek again. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you in the elevator. Something about you draws me to you Liz. I can’t help myself.”
I stared at him blankly. Was he saying he thought about me the same way I was thinking about him? Impossible! Preposterous! I was just plain Liz. Long overly curly blond hair, hazel eyes, and breasts that I could never find a bra to fit; it had to be a line he was using on me. Did I really care? It’d been so long since I’d been in bed with a man… who really cares if he thinks he’s using me! I looked deep into his eyes, “I felt the same way, Carlton. But just to be clear, what’s that locked room with the mirrored door beside your bedroom?” I pointed towards the far wall.
“Hmm…?” he said still tracing my cheekbones with his thumb. “Oh, it’s my gym.”
I let out a deep breath, “Okay. So it’s not a storage room, right?”
He chuckled, “No, I promise it’s a gym. It does have an in floor hot tub, so I have to have a locking feature on the door. It’s a building code thing. Why would you think it was a storage room? That’s curious.”
I tilted my head and studied him now, “Palmer thinks you’ll chop me into little pieces and keep me in a freezer in your storage room,” I laughed.
His lips flung to mine again, this time rougher and more insistent. I could barely catch my breath his kiss was so insistent. When we finally pulled apart he whispered against my lips, “No one will ever hurt you Liz. Of that you can be quite sure.”
My veins rippled at the protective tone in his voice. His accent multiplied the effect of his every word. I hadn’t lied when I admitted I was drawn to him, like an ant to a peanut butter sandwich. I needed this man, and I fell into his arms wholly and completely. My fingers reached high into his hair feeling his scalp as I began my early search of him. “I thought you were starving?” I whispered through his smoldering kisses.
“Mmm… I’ve found something much tastier.” His lips surrounded me again. We fell back onto the bed in a storm of clothes. Our hands were everywhere, mine trying to unbutton his dress shirt, his lifting my tank top above my head. I’ve never been in such a hurry to be naked! I barely caught my breath when he jumped to the end of the bed and leaned over me. He unzipped my black jeans and pulled them at the ankles until they were on the floor. He caught his breath as he looked up at my black lace panties. “I almost don’t want to take those off!”
“Take them off!” I groaned shamelessly.
He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waistband. He pulled them off effortlessly; I could hear him audibly gasp. His fingers traced my ankles, then upwards to the insides of my thighs. “Oh Liz, you’re so fucking lovely! I want to taste you. Do you mind?”
I lifted my head slightly from the bed and gazed down at him. I must be in a dream; some Cinderella fantasy was sweeping me away. “No,” I moaned in a whisper. His eyes were glued between my thighs, like a starving child waiting for their dinner. Sliding over me his long fingers first gently explored my mound. My heart was pounding so loud I felt like it was going to explode from my chest. I ran my hands through his tousled hair. Each strand felt like a silken web under my touch.
Carlton slid above me tenderly, his movements were sheer grace. My fingers traced him as if he were a fine Grecian statue that begged to be felt. His skin was molten fire against mine as he wrapped his lips over my left nipple. The sensual sucking stirred me so that I gasped, my hips lifted against him. But he was in no hurry; his fingers caressed my naked body from breast to breast. My chin rose upwards in ecstasy as his tongue flickered across my hard nipples. Then his kisses began to trail down my stomach, each swipe of his teasing tongue left the skin it’d touched in flames. The dark curls of his hair tickled, and riddled me with goose bumps. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue dipped low into my sex.
“You smell so fuckin’ good Liz,” he whispered, “can I taste you… here?” His fingers delicately traced my cleft. My back arched at his touch, my body was so sensitive now that a breath may very well send me over the edge. His hot tongue rounded my clit without another word. Not in a million years would I have refused him anyway. Lips pinched and teased my most sensitive folds, “Carlton!” I gasped as he tugged tiny bits of me into his warm mouth. He glanced up at me, his dark eyes were chocolate pools and I groaned with his every touch.
“I’m going to come if you don’t slow down, Carlton!” I pleaded.
He licked the full length of my slit, from my rear to my clit. I nearly screamed but he looked up at me, “Wait just another minute Liz, I want this to be perfect for you.” How much more perfect could it possibly be?
Then his thick fingers pressed against my opening, he massaged it with a quiver. I shuttered against him as he slid two fingers inside me slowly. He began to move them enticingly in and out of my pussy. I was wild now, frantic with need for him. At any second my orgasm would rush through me. His fingers continued pulsing inside me, plunge after plunge, sending me reeling into another dimension. Finally I felt his fingers curl; it was as though he knew exactly where to find the special spot that was begging for his touch. My back bowed high against him, pushing my clit into his damp face. He buried his mouth against me and began sucking it in rhythm with thrusts of his fingers. It was too late, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm rushed from me as I felt the fluids pouring over his fingers. He held the two fingers hard against my spot, extending my orgasm, allowing me ride the waves until my entire body began to shiver from the exertion.
“Oh Liz, you are so beautiful when you come! I knew you would be,” he said as he slowly extricated his fingers from inside me.
I was giddy now; the rush of adrenaline that had raced through me was hesitant to dissolve. “You imagined how I would look when I come?”
He slid up so that he was lying directly over me; every tiny hair on my skin was crawling to pull him tighter. When his face met mine he tenderly kissed my lips, “I imagine how everyone looks when they come, and it’s how I face the courtroom crowds.”
I laughed, “You mean you imagine the judges and juries all having orgasms. That’s how you get the courage to speak in front of them all?”
“Mmm… hmm… it works. Liz, I need you now,” he whispered against my lips. I smiled before kissing him deeply.
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p; He leaned over to the side of the bed, our waists still meshed together. I watched him keenly as he pulled a gold packaged condom from the bottom drawer. Well, he was prepared. That was something. As he slid the condom over his cock I caught a glimpse of it. It mimicked his fingers: long, thick, and perfectly shaped. The thick web of my inner nerve endings twitched with anticipation. “This is what you want?” he murmured, kissing me again now.
“Yes!” I breathed. “I want you Carlton, I want you so much!”
He slid into me effortlessly. I could feel the walls of my pussy clutching him, begging him to stay. The earthen groan that escaped his perfect lips made my nipples perk to attention. “You’re so tight! Oh God Liz, you’re so fuckin’ tight!”
His hips undulated over me, stroking the deepest of my depths with his silken head. I could feel every vein, every pulse of his heart with each thrust. His moans became more and more persistent. Euphoria spread through me at the sound of his pleasure, intensifying my own sensitivity. Knowing that my body was giving him as much pleasure as his was giving me gratified me. But I was at my limit, and my hips thrust into his strokes with explosive power. He battered my sex with his rigid thick cock, groaning each time he reached my hilt. I could feel the harshness of our pelvic bones slamming together as my own guttural moans began to match his.
My orgasm began to swarm over me; I felt it in tiny increments as it crept like a cat through my veins. “Come Carlton!” I screamed as I bit into his shoulder.
His cock jerked within me, pulsing inside me. He was coming long and hard, and my pussy throbbed with each spurt of him. My eyelids were heavy from pleasure when I finally gazed into his eyes. Our eyes locked as though something was being said without words. His tongue traced the outline of my lips, “Thank you, Liz.”
“Thank you?” I mumbled. Had I done him some service? Was he going to tell me thanks for the good time, see ya? I felt like my heart was shattering.
He studied my face, noticing my instant discomfort, “Did I hurt you, Liz? Oh God please tell me that I didn’t hurt you?”
I realigned my backbone and sat up straight on the bed. Turning my back to him I slid my legs over the side. Bending low I picked up my panties, bra, and tank top as I began the slow process of the dress of shame. Without turning around I said, “No Carlton, you didn’t hurt me. Thank you for the nice time, I just need to get back to my apartment now. I have to freshen up some briefs for tomorrow.”
I didn’t turn around to wait for his answer. I was fairly sure now that he’d come he no longer held any interest in me. Why did I have to be such a fool when it came to men? Benton had broken my heart by cheating on me. Now I’d let myself get my hopes up for a man like Carlton Michaud only to be fucked and tossed. It served me right. I’m an idiot for continuously putting myself into these situations. But the smell of me was on his thick fingers as his hand lay on my shoulder. My nipples perked at the scent of our sex.
“Liz, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did but obviously I did something you were uncomfortable with. I apologize,” his voice sounded genuine. Still, after we’d just had the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever experienced all he has to say is thank you? Thanks for the sex Liz, now if you can get the fuck out of my billion dollar apartment before you spill something that would be great. I was miserable.
“No, it’s nothing; I just have a lot of work to do before I go to bed that’s all.” I just wanted out of here before I burst into tears. There was only a matter of seconds before that happened.
I could see him shrug from the corner of my eye, “We haven’t even eaten yet, but okay let me throw something on and I’ll walk you down.”
I shook my head, “Don’t bother; I can ride the elevator down by myself. No problem.” I pulled on my black jeans and slid back into my flip flops. As I made my way towards his bedroom door I stopped and turned back to him. He was still sprawled across the bed watching me with an expression that was something akin to terror. “Thank you for the fantastic sex, Mr. Michaud. I hope that you’ll consider me the next time you feel horny,” I turned and walked towards his front door. As my hand turned the lever handle I felt his brutally strong arms on my shoulders.
“Stop right there!” he spun me around to face him. “I have no idea why you’re treating me like this. If I didn’t hurt you, then what’s this about?”
Sweltering tears of fury and anguish formed in my eyes, I tried to struggle away from him but his steely arms held me tight. “You didn’t hurt me physically,” I said plainly as the tears started to roll down my cheeks.
“Jesus Liz! What did I say? What did I do? I never meant to hurt you in any way!” His muscular arms still bound me to him like a vice but his eyes registered pain.
“Why did you thank me for having sex with you?” I gushed, feeling all the more like the unruly child I’m sure I appeared to be.
He peered down at me cautiously, “Is that what this is about? Oh hell, Liz. I don’t know why I thanked you. Other than it was the first thing that popped out of my mouth. I feel an awful lot of gratitude towards you. And that was incredible sex! Liz, please stop crying. You’re ripping me up here.” His English accent and deep rich voice sounded in such turmoil.
Was I being ridiculous? Maybe he hadn’t meant anything at all? Perhaps it just came out wrong? Everyone was overly sensitive and vulnerable right after sex so maybe it just hit a bad chord. I wiped my face with the back of my hand. “You don’t want me to leave?”
His hands covered my cheekbones as he held my face directly to his, “No Liz, I want you to stay and eat. Then I want to take you again and again. After that I’d love it if you fell asleep in my arms, but I know you wouldn’t do that because your brother is expecting you back tonight. So please follow me to the kitchen. I’d love to feed you.” His fingers left my face and pried my hand from his door handle. He pulled me behind him towards the kitchen.
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He pulled out one of the dining room chairs for me, as I sat he pulled my hair behind my shoulders, “Look Liz, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I guess I’m just awkward around women. Well let’s clarify, I’m awkward around you.”
“I don’t understand why. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Did you not… you know… enjoy it?” I was still terrified that he no longer wanted anything to do with me. I felt like a fool, Aunt Kerry would tell me that I’d just given away the barn for a glass of milk. More than ever now, I wanted this man. I wanted him for my own. Once again it was nothing more than a crush and I’d proven what a raving slut I could be. “Carlton, this is my fault. I’m sorry. I should’ve never come here tonight. I lost my faculties as we say in the south. I’m going home and let’s pretend this never happened… please?”
The pain in his eyes threw me for a loop. You’d have thought I took his last Oreo. “Oh God, I’ve done it again. Liz, please don’t go. I didn’t mean it wasn’t great. It was amazing. Please don’t leave me now?”
I searched his eyes for the truth. It appeared he was being honest; his pupils were still dilated from our sex so he was a little wide eyed, but his expression was real. I really didn’t think he wanted me to leave. He’d slid on a pair of jeans but no shirt. Watching the muscles in his chest ripple I so wanted to believe him. His hand reached across the table and covered mine, “I’m sorry, Liz. I’m not very good at personal relationships. I’ve spent most of my life trying to avoid them. But, I can’t avoid this,” his fingers tapped against mine on the table.
I tilted my head to look up at him, “I think you may have touched one too many nerves inside me. I feel like a silly girl, Carlton, crying like this! I just can’t imagine why a man like you wants anything to do with me?”
He pulled out the chair next to me and sat down. Leaning forward he brushed loose strands of hair from my face, “Because Liz Martin, you are lovely. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,and since the moment you stepped onto my elevator I’ve done nothing but fantasize about you.” He kissed
my lips tenderly, “You. Are. Incredible.”
My tears now dried I gazed deep into his eyes for a signal that he meant what he’d said. I’ve been so wrong about men before. I’d trusted Benton with everything and look how he’d treated me! All along he was sleeping with any first year law student who’d unzip her pants. I’d been burned one too many times. I so wanted to trust Carlton; I wanted more than anything to believe that he wanted me like I want him. With a long breath I sucked in his smell. It was heaven. There was no going back, no second guessing. This was all or nothing. I either give myself to him with no regrets, or act like a spoiled little brat and run back to my apartment. The answer was clear.
I fished a shrimp from my salad. It was seasoned perfectly, and I popped it into my mouth and leaned back against my chair in an act of pretend confidence. “Every woman in our office must try to get into your pants on a daily basis. After all, you’re the plaintiff killer. Everyone in the tri-state area knows you’re the lawyer they want. I bet a lot of them make up legal problems just to meet you. Are all your clients women?”
He chuckled, “No, they aren’t all women. I do enjoy my job, and I’m good at it. Mike, Benning and I started this firm right out of law school. We all pull our weight. It doesn’t leave me much time for social interaction. That’s why I went to a therapist; I didn’t believe myself when I started thinking I might want to find the right woman. But after only three visits you showed up in my elevator. I give therapy a huge thumbs up. Shit works.” He picked at his salad and nibbled as he talked.
I burst out laughing. Slowly but surely I was getting to know him.
The rest of the week flew by. The lead attorney in my division seemed pleased with my work, and Carlton filled my evenings. I was relieved to discover that being in my presence was out of his comfort zone. That was a good thing in my mind because he sure put me out of mine! I was about to pack up my belongings for the day when the inter-office phone on my desk rang. I looked at my bag and then again at the phone. After the fourth ring I lifted the handset. “Liz Martin,” I said with boldness.
