by Tara Nina
He lingered near. The question hovered in his eyes, awaiting her answer. No one had ever taken her pleasure from food to sex into consideration and it made her tingle inside. She leaned toward him, rubbing her shoe up and down his calf. She saw desire flame to life in his eyes from her touch and it empowered her. “Evan, I am yours to mold. Show me what it means to be pleasured, entirely.”
The smile that spread his lips brought out those adorably sexy dimples that made her smile in return. Excitement brewed in her gut. This night had gotten off to a wonderful start the moment he’d dressed her legs. There was no way she’d let anything stop her from experiencing whatever he had planned.
He tipped his glass in her direction. “Your wish is my desire, my lady.”
As they sipped the wine in unison, neither looked away from the other. The most exquisite wine she’d ever tasted crossed her palate. “Mmm, delightful.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He nodded and the appetizer was delivered to the table.
Temair sat back, relaxed and sampled every selection he’d made. Nothing disappointed. From the appetizer to the dessert, he’d chosen divine flavors that enticed her libido and satisfied her hunger, without stuffing her to the point of discomfort from overeating. Throughout the meal, she liked the way he treated her, as if she were the only one in the room. She noted he kept their conversation primarily on her work, coaxing her to discuss her thoughts and ideas for new and exciting jewelry she planned to create.
Her heart swelled when he reached across the table and held her hand, keeping his eyes leveled on hers and listening as she spoke. Occasionally, she playfully ran the toe of her stiletto along his lower leg and loved the way his eyes narrowed and he desperately tried to control his features. But failed. She knew from the look on his face that simple touch turned him on. Knowing she wielded a form of sexual prowess over Evan brought out her inner vixen.
Stretching as far as she could without being obvious, she slowly glided her foot up the inside of his leg to above his knee then back down again. His eyes closed for a second and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Damn, she liked this game. She was in control and at the moment, there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.
He downed the last drop of wine in his glass. Pure animalistic hunger shone in his gaze and her insides knotted in anticipation of his next move. “Let’s take this to the next level, shall we?”
“Of course,” Temair replied in a challenging tone. She wasn’t sure if it was the wine, or simply the gorgeous man who brought out her playful nature.
With a nod, the waiter appeared with the check. Evan signed the receipt then stood. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, tugging her close enough to feel his heat, without actually touching. He led her to the elevators, but instead of the lobby, he pressed the button for the penthouse level.
The air stilled in her lungs when they reached the highest floor and stepped out. Evan led her to a door at the end of the hall and opened it with his keycard. He turned the handle and pushed. Across the room, the night sky danced outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in the largest suite she’d ever seen.
The moment the door closed behind them, Evan turned her in his arms and ravished her mouth in a soul-searing kiss that communicated his raw need. Temair peeled off his jacket, followed by his shirt, tie and undershirt, all the while they attacked each other with hot kisses and nips. His hands were everywhere at once, caressing, touching and kneading her body into a quivering mass of ravenous woman. She couldn’t stop. She had to have him, fucking her, pounding her pussy.
He unhooked the top of her dress, letting it fall to her waist, baring her breasts for him to enjoy. Temair gasped when he captured a nipple and suckled it. Teasing the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, flicking it then tugging on it gently with his teeth nearly made her come unglued. Never had anyone devoured her breasts in such a manner, but she liked it and wanted more. His actions soaked her pussy.
She worked her hands inside his pants and freed his cock. Stroking it, caressing it, she loved the solid feel of it in her palm. His lips, his mouth, his tongue lavished her breasts. Each nip of his teeth and flick of his tongue to her nipples increased her desire. With little effort, her dress shimmied from her waist and floated into a roll of silk around her ankles. His hand slipped beneath her thong. His finger slid along her slick slit. Wet. He had her so wet. All she could think about was fucking him.
Without her realizing it, he led her backward across the room. Cold coated her flesh the moment her back pressed against the glass. He released her long enough to sheath his cock with a condom.
“The moment I saw these windows, I knew I had to fuck you here.”
He hoisted her up against the glass and shifted her thong to one side. Temair wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her arms around his neck. Swift and sure, he plunged into her dripping-wet pussy. She gasped in ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me.”
The coldness of the glass to her ass gave a phenomenal contrast to the heat pouring through her pussy. Cold and hot. The two collided, shattering any resistance she had left. She dug her nails into his shoulders, riding him, grinding into him over and over. She couldn’t get enough. Everything inside her soared to new, exciting heights. He squeezed her thighs, boring the silk into her flesh and she liked the friction the material caused to her skin.
Evan suddenly pulled out and lowered her to stand. Legs trembling, she gasped for a steady breath. Slowly he turned her to face the window. He strummed her nipples, pressing her into the cool glass. With each tweak of a taut bud, the coldness to its tip sent hot shards of need to her pussy.
His hot breath caressed her ear. “Spread your legs, Temair. I’m not done fucking you.”
She followed his command, leaned against the window and spread her legs. Hot hands rubbed her thighs, creating a phenomenal thrill of friction to her flesh beneath the sexy stockings. Warm lips trailed her back, leaving heated kisses and nips in their wake. Her insides coiled in anticipation of his reentry as he rolled her ass cheeks in his hands. He grabbed her hips and entered her pussy, hard.
“Yes,” she growled. “Yes. Hard. I want it harder.”
He fisted her hair and pressed his chest to her back, pushing her tighter against the glass. “You like it rough?”
She couldn’t believe she was saying it, but she couldn’t stop the words. “Yes. Fuck me, rough and hard. I want it.”
His hand tightened in her hair, but the pain only added to her pleasure as he pumped into her from behind. Palms flat, she tried to gain leverage against the window, but his forceful pumps kept her on her toes as she stood on the slender ledge that ran along the bottom of the windows. Balancing on stilettos was difficult enough, but doing it while Evan fucked her tipped the scales toward extreme sex sports. One hand in her hair, the other gripped her hip. All she could do was struggle to remain upright, pray the glass held, and enjoy the fucking.
Looking out over the city, breasts flattened to the glass, being fucked from behind, excited her even more. Knowing thousands of people stood on the streets as she was experiencing the fuck of a lifetime tripled her excitement. Even though she knew they couldn’t see her, the idea that they were watching had her on edge.
“Harder,” she ground out over her shoulder and Evan granted her request.
Each thrust lifted her onto her tippy-toes. Moisture rolled down the insides of her thighs. She’d never been so wet in her life. When he released her hair and clasped both hands on to her hips, she knew he was close. Temair maneuvered her hand between the glass and her pussy. She fingered her clit. An orgasmic wave rolled over her that nearly brought her to her knees. If he didn’t have a hold on her, she would have collapsed.
She shook from head to toe, falling back against him. His cock nestled in her pussy, trapped between her thighs. She refused to let him slip out until she was ready. He held her. His breathing matched hers—harsh, short gasps for air. Their heartbeats drum
med to the same rapid beat. Several long moments passed before either could speak.
Evan kissed the top of her head. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she said as she rested in his arms. “But I don’t think I’ll ever walk again. Or look at a window the same.”
His robust laughter made her laugh. His cock slipped from her pussy and though she wanted to protest, she couldn’t. Every ounce of her was sated. He lifted her and kissed her tenderly.
“I think we’ve earned a nice hot soak in a bath.”
Chapter Eight
She nuzzled his neck, filling each breath with his scent—pure man and aftershave. Umm, delectable even mixed with a hint of perspiration. How he’d gotten sweaty made her smile. She’d done that to him. More precisely, they’d done that to each other. Her skin wore a sheen of just-been-fucked as well. Temair loved the way he held her close and carried her without an ounce of difficulty.
The bathroom had a glorious view and a gorgeous oversized tub built perfectly for two. He set her on a chair at the vanity, kissed her brow, then turned his back to her as he disposed of the condom. From behind, he looked good bent over, turning on the faucet and testing the water temperature for the bath. For the second time today, he’d fucked her with his pants on. Temair stifled the urge to laugh. God, they’d been so hot for one another, clothes obviously didn’t hamper their desire or prevent her from being sated.
He faced her and she smiled. He’d tucked his cock inside his pants but hadn’t zipped. Temair grabbed him by the belt buckle and tugged him closer.
“Come here, Evan. I think it’s time you got more comfortable.”
His hand wrapped around hers, stilling her attempts. “This evening is all about you. Making you comfortable and showing you how beautiful you truly are. My comfort is not a priority. Yours is.” He knelt while holding her hands then kissed the inside of each palm before tucking them in her lap. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
The heat in his eyes made her heart thump and her pussy hum. Evan gathered an ankle, removed the stiletto then pressed his nose into the ball of her foot and toes, audibly inhaling, right before he sucked her big toe. Temair nearly slid off the seat. The warmth of his mouth, the skill of his tongue laving her toes with a sensual massage made her pussy clench. She clutched the seat the moment his fingers caressed her calf to behind her knee. Slowly he fingered her flesh through the silk stockings in sensual circular motions while tonguing her toes, the ball of her foot, then tickling her sensitive arch.
Any other time she would’ve giggled, but he had her so turned-on, the natural reaction died in her throat. Her clit throbbed in need of his touch, but he never extended his reach past mid-thigh. She sucked in a stuttered breath as he trailed the tip of his tongue lightly up the inside of her leg, hovered for a millisecond at the edge of her stocking, then nipped the tender exposed flesh before switching legs.
Damn! She’d wanted him to suckle her clit to ease a smidgeon of the sexual tension tormenting her core. With his eyes closed, the expression on his face was one of pure enjoyment. Just watching him administer loving licks and gentle massages speared her pussy with a renewed desperation to be fucked. Before Evan, she never knew the pleasures derived from the simple touch to a special spot on the foot or leg. Never felt the exquisite sensations he gave her with each suck of a toe or lick along the arch of her foot. He had her on the edge of sheer ecstasy. And she wanted more.
“Evan,” she gasped. “I need…”
He hooked her legs over his shoulders and kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. Temair impatiently lifted her hips off the chair and shoved the thong to one side. “Evan, please,” she begged.
He gifted her with a devastatingly sexy smile that would forever be burned inside her memory bank as unforgettable, right before he separated her folds and captured her swollen bud. All she needed was his mouth, sucking and lavishing her clit. But he also rewarded her with his fingers strumming her slit then delving in deep, two at a time, fucking her. Temair bucked against his tongue, gripping the chair seat for traction. His fingers worked her pussy to perfection.
His opposite hand massaged her ass, giving her added support. The feel of his hand shifting on her bottom should have alarmed her, but it didn’t. She was so enthralled with his touch she couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—have stopped him. Not when his fingers and mouth provided enormous pleasure. The thumb of his opposite hand slid along her slit from anus to pussy then back again. While the fingers of one hand fucked her pussy, and his mouth and tongue teased her clit, his thumb gained entrance into her tight hole.
Temair screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through her. Evan suckled her clit tenderly then kissed the inside of each thigh. His fingers left her pussy but his thumb stayed, inching back and forth in a gentle, sensual assault. God, it felt so good. Every ounce of her was relaxed and she liked the tender fuck he gave her ass.
She met his hooded gaze and saw his wicked smile. Those dimples gave him ten times more sex appeal. He pressed farther into her ass with his thumb as his eyes never left hers. Once it was as far as it would go he swirled it in a circle inside her and she thought she’d shatter from the erotic sensations that shot through her core.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a disaster on the verge of happening. “Evan, the tub.”
He moved swiftly, stopping the water before it overflowed. He shot a look her way as he drained some of it. “See how you distract me?” He tsked. “The beauty of your legs, the sweet taste of your pussy and your alluring ass made me forget the task at hand.”
Temair grinned until he stood, removed his shoes and socks then undid his pants and stepped out of them, taking his boxers off in the same motion. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. He was a vision of pure male excellence in her opinion. Tall and lean with a defined six-pack and a cock she knew could give tremendous pleasure. Those eyes stared at her, setting her soul on fire with a need to fuck him, again and again. Temair doubted she’d ever get tired of sex with Evan as long as he looked at her with such a predatory gleam filled with sexual promise.
Evan helped her stand then effortlessly undressed her. Considering the only items she still wore were the garter, stockings and thong, it took mere seconds for her to become totally naked. He tested the water and held her hand as she stepped in.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he stated as he turned and hurried out of the bathroom. He returned carrying two glasses and an open bottle of champagne. He set them on the wide window ledge behind the tub then settled into the water behind her. He poured them each a glass and handed her one.
Temair relaxed against him. She loved the feel of him stretched out around her as they soaked. He reached his glass to hers and gave a toast. His warm breath caressed her ear. “Here’s to an evening of pleasure.”
Her insides trembled at the thought of fucking him again. His cock lay nestled against the small of her back and she couldn’t help but hunger for another adventure in sexual exploration with Evan. His thumb had awakened her curiosity and ignited a different desire she wished to sample.
Closing her eyes, she leaned into him and casually sipped the champagne. Sweet yet dry with a hint of strawberry. She hadn’t noticed the piece of fruit in the bottom of her glass until now. An unstoppable smile crossed her lips. He’d thought of every detail right down to her favorite fruit. Temair wiggled her bottom closer to his cock and balls. They twitched against her backside, making her giddy with power. If she reached between them, could she coax him into a more solid state?
Tilting her chin, she looked over her shoulder. He appeared relaxed. His eyes were closed and his head rested on a bath pillow. The champagne glass was held loosely in one hand, while the other absently played with her hair. This felt comfortable. Sexy, yet comfortable just the same. She rested, enjoying just having him as a cushion in the tub. Silently she sipped her champagne and let the warmth of the water soothe her tender spots. And after coming twice already, she hated to admit she was a b
it sore between her thighs.
“Relax, Temair,” he whispered. “Let the water soothe our tired muscles and reenergize our souls. Simply lean into me and let me hold you.”
The soft tone of his accent and the simple request in his words made her want nothing more than to lie there forever. His legs wrapped around her. He set his champagne on the ledge and refilled both glasses as she held hers steady. Temair settled against him, her head resting on his chest as his fingers gently stroked the side of her neck. A sense of belonging filled her. With this man, in this tub, life was good.
She didn’t know how long they lay there enjoying the peace. Somehow she managed to doze. Evan roused her when the water had turned cool and her fingers were pruned. Temair couldn’t believe she’d nodded off. But then again they did have a wonderful meal followed by phenomenal sex—twice.
He guided her from the tub, carefully toweled her dry and dressed her in a fluffy white courtesy robe. As soon as he was dry, he slipped a matching one on as well.
“Are you comfortable?” He led her to the king-sized bed.
“I couldn’t be more relaxed if you’d given me a full-body massage.” She smiled.
“Good. I hope you are willing to spend the night with me.” He leaned close and said teasingly, “And no sneaking out in the early hours.”
Temair laughed. “I promise. No sneaking out.”
He pulled the covers back. When he turned to her, Temair disrobed. Heat filled his eyes and he smiled. Evan took the robe and laid it on the foot of the bed.
He hugged her tight and kissed her. Not hot and demanding, but a kiss filled with a promise of more adventure to come. Temair breathed him in as the kiss ended. Clean, with a hint of pure male allure. Evan helped her sit on the bed’s edge.
“Don’t move, please.” He knelt at her feet, looking up at her. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” Temair answered without giving it a thought. Somehow she knew she could trust him.
