by Sasha White
Sure steps brought him to the front door, and when he opened it his mouth went dry.
Blonde hair tousled, blue eyes sparkling, and curves covered up by a shiny black PVC coat had Samair looking like an angel recently kicked out of heaven for misbehaving…and glad of it.
The fair skin at her throat sparkled with some sort of glitter, leading his eyes to the shadowed cleavage showcased by the mini-trench coat. With the jacket cinched tight at her waist it flared out to end at mid-thigh and left lots of leg to drool over.
Like the skirt she’d worn the other night, it brought one thought to his mind, easy access. “Are you wearing panties under that?”
“That’s for me to know,” she said as she stepped past him to enter the house. “And you to find out.”
Her scent filled his head and his body tightened. His dick was waking up fast.
She’d stopped in the middle of the small entrance way and was looking around. The apartment was nothing special, and for the first time since he’d moved in there, he cared what someone thought. When he left Vera, he hadn’t really cared where he lived, as long as it was far from his ex. He spent most of his time at the club anyway.
Just when he’d started to think about finding a new place, he found out about the crap she’d pulled with his bank officer, and he couldn’t afford it. When it came to choosing between a nice condo or his club, the club won hands down. Not that it mattered. Samair wasn’t exactly there to help him decorate.
With that in mind he stepped close, invading her personal space he leaned in, his loose hair falling forward and blending with hers as he whispered in her ear. “I hope to find out more than if you’ve got underwear on.”
He brushed his fingertips against her bare thigh and watched her pupils dilate and the pulse at the base of her throat throb. Good. It was nice to know she was as hot for him as he was for her.
He shifted closer to kiss her, but she braced a hand on the center of his chest and stopped him cold. “Uh uh.”
“No?”
“I’m here to live out a fantasy. A fantasy you promised me.” She tilted her head back and met his gaze head on. “In this fantasy, I’m in charge and you’re mine to do with as I please.”
Christ!
She’d managed to pick the one thing he wasn’t sure he could pull off. Control was something he valued way too much to give up to anyone. Yet, every muscle in his body was suddenly strung tight, eager to be touched and stroked. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with and his jeans were tighter than the ball of tension growing in the middle of his chest.
Samair licked her lips, watching him closely.
The urge to say “no way" was strong, but he shoved it away and met her gaze. They weren’t strangers anymore, and he wanted to keep it that way. If he said no now, their affair might end right there. And right then, she was the only thing giving him pleasure in life. He wasn’t ready for it to end.
When he didn’t say anything and she dropped her bag on the floor before she started a slow stroll around him. Her hand smoothed up over his chest, she fingered the ends of his hair, and he suppressed a shiver as goose bumps rose on his skin. She let go and trailed her hand across his shoulder and down his back.
He waited for her to pat his ass but it didn’t happen, and he was surprised at the disappointment he felt.
“You’ve been deliciously in charge each time we’ve been together, and it occurred to me that I haven’t been gotten to play much,” she said as she came around in front of him again. “So tonight, I’m the kid, and you’re the candy store.”
Her playfulness helped him relax a little. “Does that mean you’re going to eat me?”
“Among other things.” She winked and stepped back.
She unbelted the jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor leaving her standing there in a shiny PVC halter and a matching pair of short shorts.
“You like?” Samair held up her hands and slowly turned in a circle.
Oh yeah. He liked so much he forgot to breathe when he saw that the shorts barely covered her magnificent ass. She was all woman and the caveman inside him was fighting to get out.
“Yes,” he growled low in his throat and she laughed.
“Take me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached down, grabbed a handful of ass and lifted. Samair wrapped her legs around his waist and they stared at each other as he walked from the room. Every step had her bumping against his hard-on and he thanked God he lived in such a small place. His bedroom was less than a dozen steps from the front entrance.
He stopped in the middle of his room and arched an eyebrow. “What next, ma’am?”
“You may put me down now.” Her full lips twitched. The little minx was trying not to laugh!
He stepped forward and dropped her on the bed, loving the surprised squeak she made when she bounced. She might be playing at being a dominatrix, but they both knew she was doing just that. Playing.
And it was just what he needed. Some good ol’, down and dirty lighthearted fun. Entertainment of the best kind.
* * *
“Strip for me,” Samair commanded from her lounging position in the center of the bed, eager to see Val completely naked for the first time.
Fire flashed in his eyes. The same fire that flared when she’d told him what her fantasy was. As strong and in control as this man always was, it was obvious that the thought of letting her have free rein with his body turned him on.
She’d known it was a risk to try this with him. But he was always so in control when they were together. Each time he had her so hot and horny that she wasn’t even aware she didn’t get to touch him until it was all over.
The idea of taking charge had come to her when they were still in the private room at Risqué. He had just given her an orgasm so fucking strong her knees had buckled, and she’d still wanted to lay him down and climb on top.
Now she was gonna make it happen, and she was going to take her time doing it.
Val stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. When he’d opened the door for her and she’d seen him with his hair down for the first time, her fingers had immediately started itching to stroke the glossy blue-black strands. Now she wanted to see it against bare skin.
He reached over his head and pulled the faded blue T-shirt off in one smooth move. She drank in her first sight of his naked chest. She’d felt those muscles under her hands, against her body, but she’d yet to see them. His chest was firm, with little brown nipples poking through a small pelt of dark hair. The washboard hardness of his stomach made her mouth water. Her gaze followed the treasure trail of hair from his belly button to where it disappeared under his waistband.
His hands paused on the last button of his button-fly jeans and she raised her gaze to his.
“Spread your legs for me.” His voice was husky, raw.
She realized her own hand was between her thighs, mirroring his actions. She let her knees fall apart and ran a fingertip over her covered slit, and up to the bare skin of her belly.
“I want you naked, Val. Hurry up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He shoved his jeans over his hips, taking any underwear he’d had on with them. She was pleased to see that he made a point of taking his socks off, too.
She sat up an inched her way to the end of the bed.
“Come closer,” she commanded when she was sitting with her feet on the floor.
She’d planned to tease them both once he was naked. But the sight of his long, thick cock standing so proud was too hard to resist. She reached out, cupped his ass, and pulled him closer. Rubbing her cheek over the hot hardness, she inhaled his scent, and let her breath tease him.
His butt clenched under her hands and she scraped her nails across them lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. With slow deliberate moves she kissed the flat of his belly and the crease of his thigh. Then when his hands reached for her head, she took him in her mouth.
She parted her lips and took him as deep as she could. Gentleness and teasing gone, she licked and sucked with more enthusiasm than skill. He felt so good in her mouth, his thighs trembling under her hands. He tasted so good, all musky man and pure sex.
Sucking air in through her nose, she fought to breathe as she bobbed her head up and down. With each stroke she swirled her tongue around the shaft, feeling it throb and grow harder and thicker in her mouth as his hands clenched in her hair and his moans filled the room.
She was in control. She was making him moan and sigh and cry out her name. She didn’t want it to ever stop.
Reaching between his thighs with one hand she palmed his heavy sac. Rolling his balls between her fingers, she squeezed lightly.
His fists tightened in her hair. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me, darlin’.”
Heart pounding, blood racing through her veins, Samair, pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. He stroked a gentle finger down her cheek and the air between them shifted. At that moment, they didn’t need words to communicate.
Samair reached for his hands and lay back on the bed, pulling him down above her. The playful teasing atmosphere was gone, as was her desperate hunger for him. In its place was a connection like she’d never felt before.
His body came down full length on top of her and she reveled in his weight. Eyes still locked, he lowered his head and touched her lips softly. A light grazing, back and forth before she parted them and his tongue slipped inside.
Lips softened, tongues rubbed, and heartbeats matched as they looked deep into each another’s eyes. Passion, trust, and acceptance were silently given and received.
Samair’s hands ran over Val’s back, the muscled rippling beneath her palms. His chest pressed down on hers, his hips flexing between her thighs making her inside ache to be filled. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she arched up and rolled them both so she was on top. With a quick wiggle she got rid of her shirts before straddling Val’s hips, and taking him deep inside her.
“Yes,” Samair hissed.
Val’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“Oh, Val,” she murmured as she began to rock her hips. “This is going to be so good.”
His heavy lidded gaze fueled her inner fire in a way that his hands on her hips couldn’t. There was lust and fire and raw hunger in his gaze as he watched her. His fingers dug into the softness of her hips for a moment then those hot hands reached back and cupped her ass. He squeezed and fondled her plumpness and she’d never felt more beautiful or sexy in her life.
Straightening up, she watched him watch her as she ran her hands over her belly and ribcage. She slid the halter up and cupped her bared breasts. When she pinched her nipples, her insides clenched in response. Val groaned and thrust upward, going deeper.
She smiled, and did it again.
Unable to tease herself anymore, she braced her hands on his chest, looked deep into his eyes and started to ride him. She lifted and lowered onto the man that had lit the fire within her, her speed picking up as the bed squeaked and bounced and she slammed down onto him. His hands gripped her ass as he matched her thrust for thrust, his panting mingling with hers to make erotic music.
“Samair… Come on, baby… I’m going to come.”
She closed her eyes, focused on the feel of his naked cock deep inside her. Touching her core. Touching her heart.
Her pussy tightened and his cock jerked at the same moment his thumb slid between them and circled her clit.
“Yes!”
Warmth filled her pussy and tremors shook her body as her she ground down on Val and welcomed the pleasure of taking everything he had to give.
15
She lay curled up against Val’s side, her hand over his heart. It slowed to a steady thump-thump as she struggled to get her own breath back. What had started out as a playfully naughty fantasy had somehow turned into intense, emotional…lovemaking.
With a man she barely knew.
Yet, that connection…the wordless communication…she hadn’t imagined it, had she?
There had been a moment there, when promises and assurances had been given. They were safe, they trusted each other. With their bodies anyway. She was not ready to let her heart get involved.
Samair closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Wow,” she whispered.
His chest shook and she lifted her head. He was laughing?
She smacked his chest. “You laughing at me?”
“Not at you, babe. With you.” He slid from the bed and, brow furrowed, ran a hand through his hair. “That little scene took a bit of an unexpected turn on us, didn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
She tore her gaze away from his still-naked body. She had to get this back under control; a relationship was not what she was looking for.
No way, no how. She’d just started to get a foothold into what she really wanted from life, she wasn’t going to slide back into the pattern of what was the expected thing to do.
“Listen, Val.” She hesitated, chewing on her lip for a moment. Hell, she had to say it. “I know that was sort of intense, but I’m not really looking for anything serious. This ‘living out my fantasies’ thing is about as much as I can handle in my life right now.”
His full lips tilted into a slow sensual smile and his shoulders relaxed. “That works perfect for me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a few things going on in my own life right now, and to be honest, you and our little sexcapades are about all I can deal with as well.”
Sexcapades.
Fun, sexual adventure with a hot man. Just what she’d wanted, right?
“So this…” she waved a hand back and forth between them, “…casual lover arrangement works for you? We each have our separate lives, but get together when we want. No strings, no ties?”
He winked at her. “I wouldn’t say no ties. I’ve suddenly developed a bondage fantasy or two of my own.”
“Really?” She laughed when he crawled back onto the bed and prowled toward her. “That’s good, because I have yet to have my way with you. On your back.”
He froze mid-prowl. “That wasn’t what I was thinking of.”
“But it’s what I’m thinking of, and you said you’d make my fantasies come true.” She sat up on her knees and flashed him a wicked smile.
That lovely energy was swelling inside her again. The one that made her feel as if she were the sexist thing on earth, and nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. And right now she wanted to play with Val.
With an exaggerated sigh he flopped onto his back, arms flung wide. “Be gentle with me, please.”
The words were lighthearted, but in that moment Samair realized just how hard it really was for him to give up control.
Desire had flashed hot and fast in his eyes when she’d first told him her fantasy, but his body had been super tense. Now, he didn’t seem tense, but he did look…resigned.
And that just would not do.
She adjusted her plan. “Why don’t we start with a shower?”
He lifted his head and stared at her. “Okay. You’re the boss.”
“I’ll be right back.” She made a quick dash into the living room to grab the bag she’d dropped when she’d first come in. Val’s ability to make her brain fog over with a look had made her forget all about her plan almost as soon as she’d walked in the place.
But not anymore.
She dropped the bag on the edge of the bed, struggled out of the fitted halter, and followed him into the bathroom. Once the shower spray was on, she stepped into the tub first. The spray was hot and felt wonderful. Just the thing.
Val stepped in behind her and held out a bar of soap. Turning so he received the majority of the spray she grinned. “It’s my turn to play,” she said.
Starting with his chest, she began to wash him. He kept his hands by his side while she lathered up his chest, running her fingers through the soft pelt that covered his mu
scles. She fingered his nipples, circling them, tweaking them until they were rock hard. She ran her hands lower down his body and leaned forward to place her lips on his neck.
His hands rested lightly on her hips, not pushing her away or holding her close. Just…touching. She handed him the soap and started to rinse him off, nibbling and licking at his neck and shoulders once the soap dissipated. She worked her way down to his chest with her lips, sucked one nipple into her mouth and his whole body jerked in reaction.
Delighted she pulled back and focused on the other one.
Her hands floated over his belly to his groin. She cupped his semi-hard cock and delighted in the feel of it slowly growing again she fondled him. When he was almost fully hard she pulled back, “Turn around.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her but did as she requested. She positioned them so he stood under the spray. It landed on his chest and she was behind him. She lathered up her hands again and handed the soap back to him. “Hang on to this, please.” Then she went to work on his back and shoulders.
Soapy water sluiced downward and her gaze followed it to his fabulous ass. Firm and tight and rounded just perfectly, it was better than she ever thought when seeing it through his clothes. She ran her hands over his butt cheeks, pulling them apart and then squeezing them together again. Unable to resist she bent low and bit him. He jumped, a small groan escaping.
She straightened up and brushed her hands over the tops of his shoulder to reach his collarbone, then over and down farther in front, skimming the top of his pecs. Unable to tease herself or him anymore, she pulled them back and slid them around under his arms to run across his flat belly. She pressed the length of her naked body against his backside and kissed his shoulder.
His heart pounded under her hand as she nudged his hair out of the way and nibbled on his neck. She tweaked his nipples the same way she liked to play with her own. They hardened instantly and he sighed in approval. One hand remained on his chest and the other slid down his flat stomach to play with the wiry curls surrounding the base of his cock. His breathing picked up in the silent shower and he widened his stance, bracing himself.
