by Hazel Parker
Nora wanders over to the table where annual reports are stacked up. She starts to read one when she hears the him return.
“Don’t tell me you’re back to work?” He crosses the room with a white t-shirt. She takes it. “I’m afraid it’s not silk.”
“It’s fine. More than fine.” Nora turns away from the company profiles to take the shirt. “I’ll go change. Then, we’ll...talk.” Her voice catches. She wants to do more than talk. But she’s still woozy from the recent orgasm. Slightly wobbly on her feet, Sebastian wraps an arm around her waist and leads her to the guest bathroom. She leans her head against his shoulder. His cologne fills her nostrils. She wants to taste him again. But she waits. She’s waited this long. What’s a few more minutes?
After changing in the exquisitely decorated bathroom in an intricate baroque style that reminds her of the art history course she took in college, Nora returns to the sitting room.
“Sebastian.” She marches over to him. Ready to ask him everything she wanted to ask him a month ago when they nearly kissed in the attic. “What do you want?”
“In general or specifically?” He takes her two hands and leads her to the couch. They sink down beside each other. He can smell her perfume. He wants to run his fingers through her hair again. Wants to taste her again. But he knows they must talk.
“Specifically. What do you want from me?”
“I want you, Nora. I want to be with you. I want to live with you. I want to travel with you.” He squeezes her hands. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either!” She squeezes his hands back.
“I know we’ve only known each other a short time, but it doesn’t take a long time to recognize the genuine. You’re the real thing. You’re smart. Resourceful. Funny. Pretty.” He leans towards her. Their thighs are touching. Their sides are touching. He’s so close that he could kiss her again. “You’re all I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been waiting for a woman like you.”
Nora feels like she just fell backward off a cliff into a warm pool. She is enveloped in his warm energy and good vibes and endearing words.
“Sebastian, you’re all I ever wanted. A partner. An equal. A business-minded, smart, fun, gorgeous guy.” He grins. She squeezes his hands. “You’re all I think about. I want to travel with you too. Research businesses with you too. Build an empire with you.” She looks with wonder into his twinkling blue eyes.
Is this love? After one month? Is it possible to fall in love after only one month?
“Nora,” the Sebastian’s eyes darken with desire. “I want you.” He murmurs.
She nods her head.
He releases her hands. Places his hands on her knees. Parts her legs. All the while looking into her eyes. Her breath quickens. Her body temperature rises in anticipation of what he is about to do to her.
“Is this okay?” He asks.
She nods.
“I can’t hear your head nodding.”
“Yes.” She pants.
Expertly, he undoes her pants, pulls them over her bottom, down her thighs, and off of her high heels. The wide bell-bottom allows the pants to glide off smoothly.
“Is this okay?” He takes in her pale skin, her pedicured toes in the black high heels, and the black lace panties.
“Yes.” She swallows, trying to still her desire.
“You. Are. So. Sexy.” He kneels before her on the rug. He moves her legs apart. He runs his fingers up her thighs and stops at the elastic of her waistband.
“So are you.” She blushes at her boldness.
He grins up at her. He slips an index finger underneath the elastic waistband, pulls back, and lets it snap back. She giggles.
“You like that?” He leans forward and inhales the scent of her sex.
“Please.”
“Please what?” He runs his fingers along the lace pattern.
“Please...go down on me.” She flushes red.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Inside she swoons. She relaxes into the couch. Her body is aflame with desire. The anticipation of his mouth tasting her is almost too much. She has never fainted before. She wills herself not to now.
He takes his time sliding her panties over the curve of her bottom, down her thighs, past her calves, and off her feet.
Nora is taut with desire. She aches to run her hands through his curls, down his back, and press his beautiful body into hers. So close to him that she can smell his cologne and hear his ragged breath. Ragged for her. He wants her. He wants her as much as she wants him.
She smiles at him. From where she sits, she peers down at him past her eyelashes to his kneeling position before her spread legs. The anticipation of him tasting her is almost enough to make her climax again. She has imagined his mouth on her for so long. She wants him.
Sebastian lands feather-like kisses up Nora’s left leg. Starting at her foot, nibbling the instep, and kissing his way up her calf and inner thigh, he stops at the junction between her legs.
The sensation of warm breath on her sensitive sex makes her shiver with sweet agony. She wants him to kiss her clitoris. She scoots down a little to meet his lips. He chuckles.
“Eager, aren’t we?” He looks up at her. His blues dark with desire. “You. Smell. Amazing.” He kisses her quickly.
She shivers.
“Patience.” His mouth travels down her right thigh, nibbling and kissing alternatively.
She shudders at the sensation of his soft lips and hard teeth teasing her. She doesn’t know if she can withstand the foreplay much longer. But she wants it to last. She is all sensations: hot, sweaty, supple, panting.
The sound of her pounding heart and his panting fill the silence of the room. When Sebastian reaches her toes and tenderly bites them, she feels shocks of electricity shooting up her spine. She is both relaxed and aroused. Her eyes plead with him to stop torturing her.
Holding her eye contact, Sebastian kisses a trail up Nora’s calves and thighs while massaging the back of her legs. She exhales. She hasn’t had a massage the entire time she’s been in Europe working. She has one scheduled for when she returns to Atlanta. But this is an unexpected benefit.
She watches him hover at the apex of her thighs. He inhales the scent of her sex and grins up at her.
“You. Smell. Delicious.”
“Sebastian—”
Breathing warm air against her sensitive skin, he is well aware of the effect he is having on her.
“Yes?” His eyes sparkle mischievously.
“Come on.”
“Say it.”
“Eat me, already.”
He laughs so loudly that she feels the sound waves and his warm breath against all of the sensitive nerve endings awaiting his mouth.
“Yes, Miss Thomas.” He massages her calves as he laughs.
He runs his hands up the back of her thighs to the part where her thighs and ass meet. He grips the soft, tender skin and gently squeezes. Tilting her body to his mouth, he leans in and nuzzles his nose into the neatly trimmed mound. His open, warm mouth suckles her sexual essence. He presses his face into her, pushes his tongue inside of her, and his mouth sets her afire. His tongue flicks in and out of her, tongue-fucking her.
Her body quivers with pleasure. Her temperature rises. All of her muscles are taut, ready for sexual release. She runs her fingers through his curls, raises her legs around his back so that her feet meet, cross at the ankles, and rest on his back. Slowly she rocks into his mouth.
His tongue licks her clitoris. He suckles it. Alternating between licks and flicks, Sebastian elicits moans from Nora. She whimpers as he expertly pleasures her. Watching him with his mouth clamped to her sex, breathing life back into her sex, she shudders with pleasure.
After three years of abstinence, Nora is on the verge of crying and screaming in ecstasy. She wants him to hurry up, and she wants him to slow down. She wants his erection inside of her, but she wants the oral sex
to last forever.
Her body trembles in his hands. The gentle pressure of his hands on her butt increases the pleasure. His tongue slips into her and penetrates her in quick, firm strokes, sending lightning bolts through her body, along her flesh, into her brain, making her feel like she’s about to explode.
“I’m coming.” Her body shakes as she rides the climax to a torrential orgasm. Her eyes close; back arches; hands clench Sebastian’s hair. Nora disintegrates into the orgasm.
Out of breath, she shivers as the aftershocks of the climax course through her.
“That. Was. Amazing.” She pants. Opening her eyes, she releases her tight grip on his hair.
“We aim to please.”
“We?” She raises her eyebrows. Giddy with anticipation, Nora watches Sebastian undo his dress pants, unzip the fly, and drop his pants to the floor.
In one smooth motion, he is out of his black boxer briefs, shoes, and socks. Deftly, he pulls the button-down shirt up over his head as if it were a t-shirt. The white undershirt comes off with it.
Nora tries to sit up straight, but her body is weak with post-coital bliss. She presses her forearms into the sofa to prop herself up. Taking in his athletic body and abs, she exhales sharply when she sees his erection. It is impressive.
Feeling her temperature rise even higher, she watches him reach down for his pants, take out his wallet, and pull a condom out. Quickly, he opens it with his teeth, places it on the tip of his hard penis, and rolls it down the shaft.
She can almost taste the salty precum. She wants to take him in her mouth. But she wants him inside of her even more. She wants to feel the fullness of him riding her into sexual satisfaction.
Sebastian scans the couch. He grabs an orange cylindrical pillow. He grabs her by the waist, turns her so that she is lying lengthwise on the sofa with her back and her feet on the cushions and her head resting on the pillowy sofa arm. Then he reaches around the small of her back to create space for the pillow. She shivers at his touch. She arches her back to make room for it, and he slides it underneath.
Tenderly, Sebastian runs his hands up her legs. Then, he grabs each ankle, raises her legs, and rests them on his shoulders.
Nora stares at his erection. She loves that he wants her as much as she wants him.
Delicately, he leans forward and kisses her lips. Greedily, she opens her mouth and welcomes his tongue inside. Their tongues move in an erotic dance. She tastes herself on him, and it makes her delirious to know that he ate her out with such abandon.
She’s ecstatic that the billionaire CEO wants her, hungers for her, lusts for her.
He leans back and gazes into her dark brown eyes.
“Ready?” His voice is husky from restraint.
“Yes.”
He slides his hands down her breasts, caressing them, teasing her hard nipples. She shivers under his hands. She closes her eyes and moans.
“Sebastian. You’re amazing.”
He grins, slides his hands down to the fleshy part of her hips and holds her still. She opens her eyes, looks down past her eyelashes to his erection resting on her clitoris. He taps her wet lips with the hard, heavy weight of his. She groans.
“I want you inside of me.” She reaches up and grips his muscular arms.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
He slides smoothly inside of her wetness. After three years, she is tight, and he fills her completely.
“Damn, Nora. You feel like a virgin.” He holds her steady as he acclimates to the heat of her canal.
“It’s been a while.” She smirks.
“For me too.” He holds steady within her, breathing deeply.
Nora settles into the feeling of his fullness. She’s yearned for this. She’s asked for this. She squeezes his biceps.
“How long?” He eases out slowly, but not completely. He leaves the tip inside. Watches her shiver.
“Three years.” Her breathing is stilted. Taking a chance at vulnerability she asks him, “And you?”
He eases back into her at an excruciatingly slow pace. He fills her and then presses up into her g-spot. She shuts her eyes and shivers. She licks her lips. She is overjoyed at how delicious it feels.
“Not as long.” He leans forward and kisses her forehead.
He slides in and out slowly a few more times. She’s overwhelmed with his musky scent, muscular body, and masculine energy. She loves his mix of confidence and vulnerability. She loves that he takes control, yet still asks for her consent. It’s a delicate dance of power. She loves that he requires her consent to take control. It makes her trust him.
“Faster.” She can’t take the pleasurable agony.
Sebastian picks up the pace. He eases in and out of her tight, wet pussy. His hard-on fills her over and over again. She gets used to the feeling of fullness. Droplets of sweat drip down Sebastian’s hairline, down his forehead, and along his neck. Their bodies heat up the room.
The sound of her heavy breathing and their bodies coming together fill the silent the room.
Nora matches Sebastian’s movements. He picks up the speed. Gripping her hips to maintain control as he thrusts. She bounces against his groin. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other, oiled by their sweat, creates a staccato erotic beat.
Bending over Nora, while maintaining the sensual rhythm, Sebastian kisses her open mouth. She welcomes his tongue in her mouth. She relishes the heat, the sweat, the utter sexiness of this man moving in and out of her.
Nora feels the rush of hormones through her veins. She feels her desire building as Sebastian plunges in and out of her. He moves faster and harder in and out of her wetness. She shivers.
She wants to come. She needs to come.
“I’m coming.” She murmurs.
“Come, babe.”
They breathe together. Warm breath fills the air. Sweat trickles down their faces. Hot, they move together, stroking each other’s sexual need.
Nora slides her hands up his arms to his shoulders and presses her fingers into his slick skin. Electrical currents shoot through her body like fireworks. Her thoughts scatter in the climax. Heat sears through her. She explodes into a million pieces beneath him.
Sebastian rides out her orgasm. He thrusts hard a few more times. Then he grunts, grips her hips hard, and presses deeply into her, and releases himself inside her.
Their bodies go limp. He collapses onto her. Their sweat mixes. She wraps her arms around him.
“That was simply the best.” Still short, her breath comes out staccato.
“Thank you.” He kisses her temple, then buries his face in her floral scented hair. “You’re amazing.” He says into her hair.
“Thanks.” She squeezes him tightly. “You are too.”
Nora wants to do this every night. She wants to do this every morning. Every weekend. She wants to go to bed with him and wake up with him.
She feels his butt raise. Slowly he eases out of her. She tops him by wrapping her legs around his body where his thighs meet his perfectly round ass.
“Wait.” She presses her palms against his back. “I want you inside of me.” Her pussy pulses.
He is half hard, half limp. He chuckles. Nods. Then eases back inside of her. His balls resting against her skin. She relishes the feel of him inside of her. It’s been so long. She wants the full feeling to last.
“That was special.” He pauses. “You’re special.”
She turns her head to look into his dark blue eyes. She is unsure of where this is going. She’s afraid to hope.
“Sebastian, what are you saying?”
He rubs his nose against hers. He inhales and kisses her gingerly.
“I’m saying, I want to do this. Us. I want us to date. Exclusively.”
“Really? So soon?”
“I have a gut feeling about this is. That you’re the one. You’re brilliant. Kind. Cute.” They smile shyly at each other.
“You’re brilliant, kind, and cute.” She nibbles a
t his nose.
“Don’t tell anyone.” They laugh together. “Seriously. I have a reputation.”
“A mercurial reputation.”
“Mercurial?”
“You’re serious; then you’re playful. You’re stubborn; then you’re agreeable. When we first met, I wasn’t sure of what version of you I would meet.”
“I was only playful with you. Your carefree spirit was contagious.”
“Me, carefree?”
“In the helicopter.”
She giggles.
“That laugh will be the end of me.” He shifts his hips, pushing himself deeper into her.
She moans.
“Sleep. We have a long flight ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Good night, pilot.” She smiles sleepily at him.
“Good night, babe.” He kisses her tenderly.
Still warm from their orgasms, Nora and Sebastian cuddle on the couch. He reaches up and pulls down an extra-large and extra soft sandy-colored chenille blanket. He drapes it over them. The large couch has enough room for his six-foot athletic frame resting into her soft curves. Sebastian drifts off to sleep with Nora’s warm pussy enveloping his penis. She drifts off to sleep hearing the words babe and special echoing through her mind. Like a smooth stone tossed into a still pond, the idea of love and always and forever ripples through their bodies, soothes them, bonds them. The sound of deep breathing that signals sleep fills the warm silence.
*****
The next twenty-four hours are a blur of packing, flying, and cabbing. Leaving Barcelona is bittersweet. Returning to Atlanta is promising.
The next month is another blur. Nora spends her days working with the CEO and her nights making love to him. She wakes to his musky scent. She can’t get enough of his beautiful body, of his expert hands, of his demanding mouth.
She attends endless meetings with shareholders and Sebastian. He presents the companies he plans to acquire. She presents the tax benefits and legal liability of his ventures. They agree on everything...until one Friday morning meeting.
“Well, everyone. I brought you all here to present to you my latest acquisition.” He stands at the head of the conference table.
