"You okay Maeve?"
"Huh?" Was he speaking English? I think my eyelids started to droop again.
With the middle finger of his left hand he softly started tracing the inside of my elbow. I shuddered and my knees went weak.
He caught me before I lost all illusion of being a lady and went splat on the floor.
"I think we should sit down."
"Huh?" "Oh, uh-huh." For a writer, you'd think I'd have a better grasp of the English language. Nope.
He chuckled, a soft sweet rumble, making my eyes start to roll back into my head.
As we sank down into the plush cushions of that luxurious couch I regained some of my ability to think.
"You know…I bet…if you'd make a recording…" cough "of that chuckle…" I was having trouble breathing and making a complete sentence…"Women the world over…" throat clear "would no longer have a need…for vibrators."
That awarded me the deepest laugh I think I've ever heard…"I stand corrected…add that laugh too!" My head tipped slightly down and I smiled a goofy smile with droopy eyelids.
He smiled a beautiful smile that dripped of pure pleasure.
Hell in a hand basket. God, I love that smile!
"Are you going to remember any of this?" He sure did look awfully pleased with himself.
I sighed. "God, I sure hope so!"
He leaned toward me, snaked his hand behind my neck and into my hair again. With his favorite leverage, a handful of my hair, he tilted my head up again.
I moaned and rolled my eyes back into my head. I shuddered and felt my panties get wetter.
"Maeve, you have no idea what you do to me."
"Ditto." I was really having a problem stringing two words together.
With my head tilted, he started kissing me softly. His tongue tenderly licked my lips. I opened my mouth for him.
Sweeping his tongue into my mouth, he stroked and prodded, silently telling me of things to come. I trembled.
He let go of my head and elbow and reached for the front of my shirt. Slowly he undid the buttons, one agonizing button at a time.
For a minute there I seriously thought about smacking his hand away and just ripping my clothes off.
Then I remembered that's not me.
I was the good girl. I didn't go out clubbing, I didn't go to bars. I didn't start a date with one guy and pick up a different guy to end the date with, even if the date wasn't going how I wanted.
I never had sex with a guy until I knew there was a true emotional connection, a real possibility of a future together (which meant close to never). I didn't even kiss on the first date.
I had very strict guidelines: I didn't date married men. I didn't date guys with girlfriends. If a guy had dated the same girl twice in one week, he was off limits because in my mind he had a girlfriend. I believed in total monogamy no matter what! And I sure as hell didn't do one night stands!
So what in the hell was wrong with me? What was it about this guy that had me weak in the knees, sitting on a couch in a stranger's office letting him unbutton my shirt? Perfect. Its legitimate, I'm insane.
Unbuttoning my shirt…he was going so slowly. So agonizingly slowly.
With the first button, his fingers brushed my skin. An electrical current singed me everywhere his fingers met my skin.
And with the next button—singed and the next—singed.
Why couldn't I have worn the shirt that only had three buttons? Or a shirt without any buttons?
His touch was sending sparks of heat skimming over the surface of my body. And those sparks of heat turned into waves. Waves of sparks and heat traveling across my skin, under my skin into my muscles, down to the very marrow of my bones. The waves were starting in the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet and languidly rolling into my very core. So. Very. Slowly.
I was so keyed up I thought I was going to explode and he was taking his sweet time. Agh!
He finally finished unbuttoning my shirt. He moved the sides of my shirt away from my body. The cool air hit my flushed skin, causing my nipples to harden into painful nubs.
He pulled away from me so he could look at me.
"Beautiful. So beautiful."
He sounded a bit breathless. With one hand he began to knead my breast and stroke my nipple, causing it to harden even more. I didn't think that was even possible. He leaned down and through my bra he blew a hot breath onto my nipple and then ever-so-gently bit me. The heat and pressure I felt in my lower belly and between my legs was so extreme. I had never felt anything like it before with anyone.
I groaned…"Ryder…" I pushed against his mouth, trying to get him to do more, to take more.
He placed a hand on my knee and leaned back. Without his body heat I felt cold, empty. I shivered.
He took off my shoes and set them together in front of the couch.
Then he eased me back onto the arm of the couch. He bent my right knee up and placed it against the back of the couch. My left foot he positioned so only the ball of my foot and toes were on the floor, causing my knee to be up and my legs splayed open. I tried to close my legs but the position of my feet made it a bit tough. I felt very vulnerable in this position. Even though I was still technically fully clothed, I still felt exposed.
I don't know what expression I was wearing, but he looked at me with such concern on his face and in his eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I've just never really…done anything like this…" I kind of waved my hand and left arm, gesturing to him and the office.
He smiled. Hell in a hand basket. He really needed to get that thing patented.
The concern never really left his eyes.
"You are the one truly in control here, sweetheart. If you want me to stop, I will."
Then he smirked. "Don't get me wrong, it will be hard as hell to stop and walk away, but if you want me to, I will."
My brain started screaming at me. Here's your out, here's your out! This is not you, here's your out!
My body said Shut. The. Fuck. Up! I deserve a say and I say, Let's get laid!
My body won!
"I'm just scared…and nervous…and this. Just. Isn't me…and I'm nervous…"
He chuckled. "I get the impression you're nervous."
"Would you like to come up with a safe word?"
"Oh God, are you going to hurt me?"
"Not in a million years."
"Then why do we need a safe word?"
"So if it gets to be too much, you say the safe word and I stop. Like I said earlier, you're the one in control here. You decide just how far we go. I just decide where we start. Now unless there's something you want to try, just tell me and I will make it happen."
"I can't really…think clearly right now…I guess…um…Just uh…"
He smiled a soft, sweet, caring smile and I felt butterflies in my stomach as my muscles started dancing under my skin.
He scooted closer to me so his hip was positioned close, between my legs. I quivered.
He leaned over, resting his left forearm on the arm rest beside my head and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. I moaned and looped my arms around his neck.
I felt like I was falling and I needed an anchor.
His kiss never stopped. It stayed soft and sweet.
He turned his right hand so that he stroked me with his fingernails.
He started at my cheek and then trailed his fingers down my jaw, to my neck and on, until he was just above my breast.
The touch was gentle yet it stirred a raging fire throughout my body.
He continued his torturous stroke of my skin with his fingernails over my breast and to the front clasp of my bra.
With one fluid snap of his fingers my bra sprang open and fell away.
Seriously? I wear a damn bra every day and yet I have trouble working the blasted clasp. He snaps his fingers and the bitch just falls off.
Still using his fingernails he scraped across my breast and then my nipple.
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There was the slightest flick of pain but it was a good pain. I moaned a deep guttural moan.
His smile broadened as he scraped my nipple again. He was rewarded with another deep moan and the twitch of my hips. He scooted his hips even closer until he was touching me. I instinctively went to close my legs. He braced his left side against my right knee, effectively pinning it against the back of the couch. With his right hand he kept my leg from closing any further. He pushed and opened my legs even more.
I started to freeze up. His kiss deepened and became somewhat demanding and I forgot about trying to close my legs.
Both of his hands began a unanimous journey up my thighs. He reached the hem of my skirt and began to lift it upwards. When it caught between my backside and the couch, he reached under my left thigh, cupped my bottom and lifted me up enough to hike my skirt up to my waist with his other hand.
He started trailing kisses down my cheek, jaw and neck. I squirmed and moaned approval at every kiss. He stopped at my breasts. With his left hand he began to knead my breast and stimulate my nipple. He took one in his mouth and sucked it softly. My body jerked and I trembled. His right hand began tracing the inside edge of my panties. Fire coursed its way through my veins and I shuddered hard. The sounds I was making had no coherency or description. I moaned, I groaned, hell, I was just happy to be there.
He leaned back from me. His eyes looked so dark. He jerked on my panties so hard I thought they might rip. I lifted my hips so he could take my panties off. As he moved his mouth back to my breast and nipple, he yanked my panties off of me.
He reached up to stroke my mound.
He moaned…"Oh baby girl, you are so wet."
"That's your fault," I whimpered.
He slipped a finger inside me. It felt so good, I thought I would come unglued.
"Oh," he groaned, "You feel so damned good."
I whimpered and arched my back.
He inserted another finger and there was a slight feeling of too much.
I gasped and he stopped. "You okay?"
I inhaled and shuddered…"Uh-huh."
"Just relax and breathe." With his left hand he started rubbing soft circles on my lower belly. Soft with slight pressure. He never removed his fingers from inside of me. He just held them in place slightly curled up, while his other hand kept drawing circles. He started increasing the pressure of those circles. More circles, more pressure.
He placed silky kisses on the inside of my knee, slowly trailing them toward my inner thigh.
I moaned and my legs opened wider.
He started moving his fingers again, slowly, in and out. He lightly placed his thumb over my clitoris and my world started to shatter.
He gave me a feather soft kiss and whispered into my mouth.
"Come for me Maeve."
My body arched, throwing my head back. I desperately reached for something, anything I could hold onto. My world was spiralling and I was falling. I felt my inner core start to spasm and my body started to twitch uncontrollably.
"That's it baby."
I shattered into a million pieces.
As my world slowly started to right itself, I found that I had Ryder's sweater in a death grip, fisted with both hands.
There were waves running through my body, starting at the very ends and rolling inward toward my core. When the waves converged and slammed into each other, I could feel my body tightening around Ryder's fingers that were still inside of me.
He kissed me softly again and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
My body jerked violently and he smiled.
"Can…can…uh…" I tried to put my hand down there to stop him.
He moved my hand, not letting me stop his thumb.
"Please, can…you…" I huffed, "give me…a minute?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart, but just a minute. We still have a lot of writing to do."
He removed his hand and smiled a warm, sincere smile.
"I think you've earned one definition."
"Definition?" I looked at him shocked and confused. How can this man think straight? I can barely speak and he’s thinking of definitions? Really?
"Of one of your names."
"Oh."
"Aren't you interested anymore?"
"Sure, I just…still…can't think straight yet."
That earned me another hell in a hand basket smile.
"Take a deep breath and pick a name."
I inhaled, held my breath for a few seconds and slowly exhaled.
"Maeve."
"Oh no, I'm saving that one for last."
I frowned.
He gently rubbed my forehead and placed a feathery kiss between my eyes.
Then whispered: "Don't frown, My angel, I'm merely prolonging the pleasure. You will be satisfied, I assure you."
"Fine then, Damara."
"Damara it is…Damara is a Goddess of British origin. She is known for her feisty yet gentle sexuality."
My eyes grew wide. "Oh…"
As my body continued to wave and tremble, I smiled a relaxed smile. "Oh…"
He grinned, "So tell me Maeve, do you trust me now?"
One languid word escaped my lips in a hiss…"Yessss."
He handed me my panties and stood up. I saw him adjust the front of his pants as he walked over to the desk and leaned against it, facing me. I could see the massive bulge in the front of his jeans. He must be uncomfortable as hell. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I felt excitement course through my veins.
"Get dressed." was all he said.
Really? I felt a little let down, a bit dejected.
He chuckled. "I don't know how much time we have left here in this office."
"Oh."
He just stood there—ok, leaned there and watched me get dressed. Wearing a half smile and a look that promised so much more.
There was a knock on the door. I felt embarrassed when I heard Tom's voice through the door…
"Hey, Ryder. You guys might want to stop writing, they're supposed to start calling for your plane in about forty minutes."
"Thanks, Tom. Hey, can you slide the plane tickets under the door?"
"Sure thing, Ryder, later."
Chapter Three
As we settled into our seats, I couldn't shake this feeling that everyone could tell what Ryder had just done to me in Tom's office.
I couldn't decide if I felt guilt, shame, satisfaction. Well I definitely felt satisfaction.
Ryder leaned over to me and whispered, "Once we're in the air, I want you to take your purse and go to one of the bathrooms. I want you to take your hand sanitizer and clean the counter…oh, and be sure to rinse the counter afterwards."
I was so confused. "Um, O…kaaay…why? And how do you know I have hand sanitizer?"
The left side of his face went up in a crooked smile. "I remembered how panicked you were about the bathrooms at the airport, how you were afraid you'd catch something and die, so I just know you have hand sanitizer."
I was starting to feel some of that panic again.
His smile only widened. "Other people have done in there what we're about to do. I want you to be relaxed and enjoy the experience. Okay?"
"Okay…" I squeaked at him. "Um, but why rinse it?"
"Because the alcohol in the sanitizer will burn certain sensitive areas. And that burn is not one I want to experience."
"Oh…" realization starting to take shape…"O…K…"
He patted my hand, leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Be a good girl, Maeve, and I'll make what happened in Tom's office seem like a Sunday picnic."
First my eyes popped open wide and then they drooped and a warm smile strolled across my face as I remembered what we did in Tom's office.
"That's my girl." He sure sounded smug.
As soon as it was allowed, I got up and took my purse with me to the bathroom and did as I was instructed. I had just finished when I heard a knock on the door. "Occupied," I called out a bit shaky.
"Maeve." I heard his deep voice through the door.
I tried in vain to still my shaking hands. What was wrong with me? How had I gotten convinced to have sex with a stranger multiple times in some very public places? I don't know…I don't know what's wrong…this isn't me…this isn't how I act.
"Maeve?"
I opened the door just a smidge to see his handsome face gracing that gorgeous body and his should be outlawed hell in a hand basket smile.
"Let me in Maeve…"
So many thoughts were running through my mind. Should I let him in and continue this character changing experience or should I shut the door and go back to the quiet, shy girl that I was before? Could I even go back to the girl who simply wrote her fantasies instead of living them? Did I really want to?
"Maeve, sweetheart, are you okay?"
I opened the door wider for him and stepped as far out of the way as I could. These bathrooms are really tiny.
His eyes hinted of a deep seated hunger, yet his smile was warm and gentle, caressing even.
I found myself backed against the sink counter. He was facing me.
He brought my laptop with him. My eyes widened in fear.
He chuckled. "No, my sweet, I didn't want you to be distracted and worried that someone might steal it. So I brought it with me."
His face grew serious and hungry.
"Take off your panties and hand them to me."
I slowly reached down, pulled them off and handed them to him.
He balled them up and put them in his pocket. "You won't need these anymore today."
My eyes grew wide. What the heck was he talking about? Of course I needed my panties. Did he honestly expect me to run around without anything covering me? Without something to hide behind?
"Unbutton your shirt." He licked his lips and any coherent thought I had was gone.
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and held it there as I started to slowly fumble with the top button.
"Baby girl, this is a short flight and as much as I want to enjoy watching you strip, you'll need to work faster."
I quickly made short work of the rest of the buttons of my shirt.
"Unhook your bra."
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