by Janai
He had never seen a woman be so… aware of him, as if her skin sensed him even if she consciously didn’t know it. Her back arched and the fall of dreads kissed her hips before she straightened the stretch and her frame shivered. He asked her if she was alright, it was the only thing he could think to say. She didn’t respond for a long moment, but she bumped into him instead.
The shimmy of her skin upon contact forced his body into an unwelcome erection, and he was almost embarrassed at the lack of control he had over his own flesh. Although, he could hardly blame himself for the tumble into her siren’s sensuous sibilance of movement, her every breath even carried innate rhythm that he was drawn to.
He saw the lounge chairs off to one side, two were currently unoccupied and inspiration hit. “Would you like to take a seat with me?”
“Sure, I don’t want to stand on these stilts for too much longer.” He hadn’t even looked at the shoes. But they were just like the rest of her, neat and stylish.
He let himself take her elbow and he felt electricity as if he’d scrubbed his feet over carpet. The sensation was wholly unique and he had no way to even reference it. Her skin was softer than velvet, smoother than silk and he wanted to taste her so badly his mouth watered. She sat on the plush leather and he saw just a peek of the garters that held up a pair of sleek stockings with lace trim along her thigh.
She looked hungry, her eyes practically ate the flesh from his bones and he felt bold.
“Would you like to have a late meal with me?”
“Food?” She looked shocked at his request, as if she expected him to ask her for something else.
“Yes.” It was a start.
She used her device to snap a picture of him first. He watched as she sent a quick message off with her phone, he assumed she was contacting her friends to let them know about her imminent departure. It was the safe thing to do and he applauded her savvy even as he hated the reason that a woman would have to be so morbid as to take a photo of her potential killer in today’s society.
The half-finished drinks were forgotten just as quickly as she answered. He took her by the hand and watched as she slipped the ridiculously high heels off and clutched them in one hand. They descended the stairs hand in hand and he forgot why he was so ready to leave this town anyway. When they reached street level she slipped the heels back on and he looked across the bustle of late traffic.
“Would you like a slice of New York style pizza in Norfolk?” She asked him.
“I think we appear to be over dressed for that.”
“Come on, it’ll be so good.” She smiled and he thought that he would follow that grin anywhere.
They quickly crossed the street when the light changed as she clipped at a brisk walk that exploited her long legs to the maximum. The pizzeria was packed, but he managed to purchase a whole pie that would be ready in minutes.
“Would you like a seat?” Please, he thought, just give me a chance here.
“Not here.” Where then? Was his next thought until—
“I’m at the Marriott across the street.” He blurted the words out, but then felt like a fool for assuming she would go there with him.
“Okay.” She was trusting, too trusting and if he didn’t appreciate the way it fit neatly with his desires so much he would bless her out for going to a strange man’s hotel room.
But when the pizza was ready, he didn’t have his card. Fuck. He left it at the bar and forgot to sign for his tab.
“I know this sounds crazy, but I left my card at the bar. Can you wait for me, right here until I can go get it?” He watched her chuckle as she nodded her head once in agreement.
“Yes.” Chandler smiled at her easy response. He burst into a quick jog that he knew was incongruous with his garb and bearing, but he couldn’t let her walk away.
Although when he returned less than five minutes later she waited by the front door with a pizza box in hand.
“Now you don’t get to say that I never gave you anything.” She laughed at herself and Chandler chuckled, though his masculine pride was pricked mightily at the thought of her paying for the meal.
The trek back to his room was quick. He held the pizza balanced atop one hand and the other held her tight to his side, as if she would flee the moment his flesh was no longer in contact with hers. His room was fairly tidy and he was grateful that he bothered to send his clothes to the cleaners. Otherwise she would have been greeted with a pile of garments at the door upon entry. The mound would have probably shamed him by falling on her on the way inside. But when he sat the box on the small table he could smell her and the scent made him grow hard again. This time there was nothing to hide his erection with and he didn’t try to manufacture anything to conceal the pants tent either.
Her eyes dropped and as she looked up she lifted one arched brow at him. Chandler couldn’t stop himself. He had to taste her lips.
As his head ducked towards hers, she seemed to come out of a fog before she dipped her jaw away from his. “This is crazy! I don’t even know your name!” She cried out and he realized that his card was not the only thing left behind at the bar. Apparently he was raised in a hovel and he was unable to even offer the most basic of manners tonight.
“It’s Chandler Adkins, and you are?”
But even with her query she responded, “I think Shakespeare said it best. And I don’t think that matters, does it?” She licked her lips and he realized something. She was right.
As the adage went, would a rose by any other name smell just as sweet? The answer was yes, her name was inconsequential, unless she was a Robert renamed Roberta. His lips crushed hers and he knew he was too aggressive for the first kiss. But her mouth was just as hungry and devoured every iota of passion he fed her. She even nibbled his lower lip and licked over his chin as her teeth grazed the stubble that always seemed present on his jaw, no matter when he shaved.
She only broke away for a split second to catch her breath, but he wouldn’t let her. Those gasps for air were his and he wanted to please her so well that she forgot she had the rights to take them. Chandler captured his nameless Rose’s lips once more, this time she stole his rights to oxygen and he crushed her small frame against his with a too tight grip.
He watched her eyes flutter open, the pull of the woman on his loins deepened as he craved more.
“If you don’t take that flimsy, fluttering piece of dress off, I’m going to rip it off.” And he would too.
“Don’t you dare! This as you called it, flimsy dress cost me a thousand dollars!” She didn’t understand, but when she was naked she would get it. And him too.
“I could buy you another one just like it, but you’re not allowed to wear it in public.” He smiled, but the motion felt forced and tight on his face.
“I dare you. We only have tonight and after that,” she laughed, “we will never meet again.”
“You think so? I haven’t even gotten inside of you yet and you’re shaking. I think we may have to do this over and over.” It was a hop, skip and a jump to get here from where he lived. Feasibly, they could meet every weekend, and the idea made the smile feel even more natural. Like the grin was his again, and not owned by his excessive hunger.
But she seemed to take him seriously as she untied the tiny strap at the base of the low rounded neck of the dress and gave him her back. He watched her dip her head to one side and the fall of thick locks slid heavily over her shoulder.
“Help me?” She asked and his hands went to the nape of her neck where a thick golden zipper ran from the top to the bottom of the dress.
His fingers shook and he was strangely clumsy when he wanted to be at his most suave. But the thick zipper made a sibilant hiss over every metal tooth until he reached the base of her short skirt.
Taylor: So Ready
When she slid the garments from her shoulder, she heard his breath catch and she loved the idea that he was so attracted to her. Taylor wanted to be a woman of mystery and someone total
ly unlike her usual self. She quivered when his hands met her shoulders and slid the fabric down her arms, from there it was a natural slide off her hands and onto the floor.
“Turn around, I want to see you.” She didn’t think she could take much more of the seeing part. She needed to feel and in the worst way.
“I want to see you too.” Preferably when he was inside of her, but she turned anyway.
“Since you won’t share your name, you’ll have to wait.” He placed extra emphasis on the wait portion, and the idea of what she could have tonight made her nipples tighten hungrily.
She knew she looked great, her skin was soft from her prior sea salt scrub, and her garment choices were damn near perfect. She knew she showed at her best now, and she was proud of herself for taking the time to buy the new underwear. Otherwise she would have been more than ashamed when it came time for her to disrobe. Taylor saw the appreciation in his eyes and felt it in the way he touched her.
It had been so long and she dismissed the fact that she had been celibate for way too long. It had been at least three years since she had sex with someone aside from herself. It was hard to give that kind of trust to another person. Her ex had broken her heart just after graduation. She expected a picket fence along with the requisite two perfect children and maybe a dog. But what she got instead was a brush off when she found that his dreams were far from hers. As in, he took a position in Japan without her knowledge or even her opinion. Not that she was looking to say goodbye to the good ole’ USA at that time, but she would have been willing to think about the merits.
After she watched her ex pack his belongings and ship what few things he was taking for his move, she built a shell around her heart that no man could sunder. What made him so different? Why was she so attracted to Chandler? The chemistry between them was electric, and the first time she felt his presence nothing else mattered. There was no obligation that could take precedence over what she wanted from him right now.
He was still too slow to take his clothes off but the parts he revealed made her mouth water. She watched as he unbuttoned the shirt, one hole at a time revealing a mat of hair. He had a burly chest, a word she never imagined using to describe a man she would fuck. The rest of his torso was a perfect match, thick arms and tight belly exposed to a V cut along his hips. He had a pair of slacks that quickly went the way of the shirt when he unbuckled the belt and let the pants fall to the floor. Chandler was sexier than hell.
No sooner than he lost the pants did he grab her by the arms and pull her back for another searing lip-lock. He tasted so delicious, a mingling of strong liquor, testosterone and spearmint that left her tongue delving in between his lips for more. She found herself immersed in the flavor of him and her hands crept to his arms. The rock hard strength was enough to let her knew she was the weaker sex in this equation and she loved it.
Taylor had to have him now. She was impatient, but she didn’t think that would be a problem. All she needed was his cock, fuck the foreplay. Although, she had no problem with afterplay. Her hands clutched the strength of his arms until he clutched a buttock in each hand and lifted her completely off the ground. Her knees bent and before she even realized what she had done, she was wrapped around him as if he was her birthday present. And that was before her hands fisted into his hair. Then he was topped with a bow.
She pulled her lips from his. “Just fuck me.”
“Is that where this is headed?” He asked as if they had planned on doing anything else.
“If not, I’m in the wrong room.” If nothing else she came here to get laid, by this exquisite man.
He looked stupefied for a moment, then chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re in the right place. A little over dressed, but I will take care of that momentarily.”
The walk to his bed was seemed slow, but she had no idea if how long they stood in front of the massive platform. All she remembered was the way he tossed her on the large expanse. It was as if he was a Viking that laid claim to all he saw. She didn’t bounce far since he used little force, although it didn’t matter to her, the entire situation was arousing as hell.
She had never indulged in a one night stand before and to do it with this man was even better. His eyes ate her flesh as if she were a visual banquet that he wanted to feast upon. Her every breath was his and she stole each greedily with heaving breasts and her steadily weeping snatch. Chandler leaned over her, his movements graceful and limber for all of the bulk he carried. Every inch he came closer made her quiver until she knew the shakes were visible. It was the shudder of fall leaves when pitted against a zephyr that threatened to thrust them anchorless into the wind.
“Why so nervous?” He asked her, and the mellow tones of his voice had her biting her lip.
“I can’t help it.”
“I’m not going to hurt you…much.” His intentions were so clear in the moment she knew she could come right then and there. Her new panties were damn near a saucy ruin in the soup of pussy juice the crotch resided in.
Chandler knelt between her parted knees and unfastened the frilled garters that held the lace tights high on her thighs. And no sooner than the clasp came free he ripped her underwear clean from her hips in one scandalous jerk of his fingers at the hip.
It didn’t make any sense that something that cost her quite a bit of money could be so flimsy in the right hands. But damned if it didn’t feel fantastic as the lace scraped roughly over her flesh, in fact the motion against her clit from the violent yank was enough to—
“Ah-hhh!” She cried out from the first orgasm of the night. It was a shocker, as she didn’t even think she was coming, until she did.
“Good, you’re almost ready for me.” He smirked and boldly stroked a single finger over the seam of her pleasured pussy.
Taylor didn’t even gain the chance to groan at the caress over her flesh before he was back with more and he used one manicured digit to probe, then fill her long unused canal. The first finger was thick and more than she had in a while but she craved it. As if he sensed her need for a little extra he added a second then third to accompany the initial forge. Her back arched and when she lowered her hips again she rested on his thighs at a slight angle.
She could see everything if only her vision would clear, but for the lack of sight she was gifted with sensations.
It was too splendid and she felt every ripple of his calloused fingers map her flesh. When his fingers submerged as far as her body would allow, he caressed the deepest regions of her. There was a place inside of her that when his fingers spread and pressed into her walls that careened her into oblivion. A shaking, screaming, squirming oblivion where she was dumb, deaf, blind and stupid to everything even life.
“Fuck!” Chandler groaned as she dropped her chin drunkenly to look at the interaction of hand and cunt. Even now, the muscles of her snatch scrabbled against his palm and she saw a stream a fluid eject from her and coat him up to the wrist.
“Oh, god.” She moaned. “I’m sorry.” But even then she felt far from sorry. Taylor never imagined coming like that was even possible.
“The only thing I’m sorry for is that I’m not fucking you right now.”
“Then why aren’t you? Do it.” Her breathing was still stuttered and stilted, the pants a porch dog makes on the hottest day of summer.
He didn’t think twice and scooted back enough to unearth his cock from the black boxer-briefs. Taylor felt hungry at the sight of his well-formed member. Chandler had a diamond dick on him, thick enough that she was guaranteed to sit funny in her car tomorrow. The head was even fatter than the shaft, though not by much. He had a peculiar angle as well and the crook tilted the mushroom cap upwards slightly.
She couldn’t wait to feel that cock buried inside of her. She knew there was something wrong with the picture, but for the life of her, she had no clue what it was. It wasn’t until the fat cap of cock parted her bare sugar-wet slit that she remembered what she knew was missing from the encounter.
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br /> “Fuck! Condom!” She cried out and he jerked visibly.
He took two deep breaths and backed away from her slowly as if she were nitroglycerin that would explode with too much handling. She almost could understand the caution, every part of her burned for seconds and thirds of his touch. If she were a greedy sort, she would ask for fourths and fifths too.
“Umm, I don’t have any.” He was chagrined and she knew that she had to have given him a funny look based on his response. His hands rubbed over his hair as if he were stressed to the max. “When I said I was here on business I meant it. I didn’t even think to need any. You?”
“No, I had no idea I was going to get laid either. I was just hanging out with friends.” They both panted and looked away, as if the sight of nude flesh and hungry eyes would be enough to make either of them throw caution to the wind. And then she would learn the meaning of repenting at leisure for certain.
