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His hands slid up and down my arms; it felt wonderful. My mouth hung slightly open and I badly wanted to close my eyes, let the sensation of Leon’s hands moving up and down my arms take me over, but I did no such thing. Our eyes locked in on each other’s, neither willing to break the connection.
I felt light-headed. I felt like I could have jumped through the roof and flown away. I felt like falling asleep in his arms right there. There was just too much flowing in and out of me to begin to comprehend exactly how I felt. All I knew is that in this moment, I wanted to feel everything.
Leon’s hands broke from my arms and moved to the top of my shirt. I studied his chest and watched it contract and expand with every breath of his. I followed the rhythm until I was sure that my breathing had synced up with his perfectly. His fingers unbuttoned the top button of my blouse.
I closed my eyes. Panic shot through me when I realized that I had broken the connection. I feared that when I opened my eyes, Leon would be looking away, disinterested. Yet when I opened my eyes, Leon was still before me, staring into me. He unbuttoned my blouse completely and gently pushed it off my shoulders.
Each breath became more laborious than the last. I was completely exposed before Leon Christensen. My bra was completely see-through from the rain and my nipples were hard, yearning to be touched. Things had escalated quickly and I knew that I had allowed them to. I could still stop; I could just get up and walk into my bedroom and dress myself quickly. This didn’t have to move forward.
Every rational part of my brain screamed out at the irrationality of my actions. It was dangerous to be practically naked in front of the man that had plagued my fantasies for the past few days. And now that I could see his upper-body completely without clothes, the fantasy had become a reality. Everything I had imagined was right before me, more vibrant and vivid than the wildest dream I could have possibly had.
I could stop this. I knew that I could, but I also knew that I wouldn’t.
Leon’s eyes stared into mine. The sapphire eyes cut through the darkness, burning a wild blue that melted my inhibition. Red lines highlighted the white, a result of his crying. My heart melted at the sight of this display of his vulnerability.
I was on my knees before him. Leon’s hands delicately took off my bottoms and I stepped out of them. Now I was in my underwear. The rainwater had robbed the garments of any ability to hide my skin and I was naked before Leon. The fire warmed my exposed skin as light danced against my body.
Leon’s hands caressed my upper legs as they came back up. Then they rested on his lap. I was still on my knees, breasts pushed forward, nipples pushing out of the bra. My whole body was vibrating with tension. I wanted to cry out for Leon to take me, but at the same time I wanted him to hold me. I wanted his warmth against me, the warmth that no fireplace could ever match.
The tension in the room rose to a breaking point. Leon’s eyes closed and he rubbed his hands through his hair. When he opened his eyes, they exploded with energy. He rose quickly and the blanket fell off him completely. Before I could register what was happening, before I could even see Leon’s nakedness in its entirety, he moved quickly to me.
His body pressed against mine. The warmth of his skin ignited every nerve in my body and I felt as if I might collapse in his arms. Leon’s lips pressed against mine and all thought evaporated instantly.
I became one with my body. Every suppressed want and urge came pouring out, demanding to be fulfilled. I wrapped my arms around Leon and pulled him closer as his arms tightened around me. Our lips pushed against each other’s lips with the force of wanting. I parted my lips slightly and Leon’s tongue slid around them, licking and moving slowly against the sensitive skin.
I thrust my hips against him. I felt his erection push against my stomach. It was a stone that pulsed with warmth and life. Leon moved himself up and down against me and I could feel just how large he was against me. My wet panties grew wetter.
I moved my hands up until they gripped the back of Leon’s head. A fever had come over us; there was no stopping it now. If I could have stopped to think, the only thought that would have come to me would have been that soon enough, I was going to have my deepest fantasy fulfilled. I would have Leon Christensen inside of me.
Leon leaned me down, never breaking the kiss. His hands moved towards my breasts and with one rapid movement, they tore off my bra. The thin piece of lace snapped under his might and his arms flexed against me as the bra flew off of me. My hard nipples pressed against his chest and I moaned loudly through the kiss.
I was on my back on the hardwood floor, nothing below me. Yet I didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort. Leon pushed himself up over me, his tongue working against mine furiously as he gyrated his hips against mine. My panties still barricaded any penetration, but his stiff cock rubbed against me, bringing forth wetness that even the rain couldn’t match.
My hands moved greedily over his back. I slid one down low and grabbed his ass. Firm muscle greeted my hand and I squeezed hard, loving the feel of him in my hand. Rubbing his back all over, I kept pushing my hips against his cock. Leon breathed loudly as he kissed me and I knew the teasing was driving him mad with lust.
Leon pushed himself up and lifted me with one hand as he moved back. He sat on his legs and with me in the air, he pulled off my panties. We were both completely naked now, the fire blazing in front of us. I had never been so wet before. When Leon’s hand found its way between my legs, I cried out in approval.
Slowly, without pushing past my lips to penetrate, Leon’s hand caressed me. The sensation rocked through my body and I felt myself moving like a flame dancing at the end of a candle. Then Leon’s finger pushed into me and I sat down on his hand, hard. I broke the kiss and stared at Leon. His eyes were soft as they stared back at me and a hint of a smile adorned his lips. He was completely focused on me.
Leon moved his hand up and down. My hips found their own rhythm and my eyes struggled to stay open. I forced them open and looked down at Leon’s stomach. Then I finally saw what had pushed against me. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled gently. Leon breathed out heavily and closed his eyes. I locked my lips around the skin right under his left ear and sucked as I jerked my hand up and down on his stiff cock.
Leon was rock hard. His fingers moved in and out of me and I could stand no more. Licking up and down his neck, I raised my hips and guided him into me. I slowly pushed down, taking care to feel every inch slide into me until so much of him was inside of me that I thought it impossible that he could be so big.
Our eyes both opened simultaneously. His hands grabbed my ass and moved me up and down on him. My wetness dripped down on him and we moved together effortlessly. I ran my hands through his hair as he gripped my ass harder and then softer. He moaned as he looked at me.
The feeling of Leon Christensen inside of me was more intense than any sex that I had ever had before. I felt pleasure course through my entire body, racking my muscles with tension as I struggled to maintain control. Leon’s mouth was closed, but his teeth were showing as though he were gritting them. When we locked eyes, I could see something stirring in him. Something reached out to me and it was like a flash of lightning striking at my heart.
We both recognized the exchange. Leon’s mouth opened and his eyebrows rose suddenly. His moans grew louder and louder and I realized that he was coming inside of me. I grinded down harder against him, my hands moving through his hair. I kissed him and he kissed me back furiously, crying out with every convulsion I felt inside of me.
His grip fastened on my ass almost to the point of pain, but not quite. He thrust into me as orgasmic spasms shuddered through him. I felt his warmth filling me and I slowed down my movements, moving my hips rhythmically in circular motions.
Leon breathed heavily. His eyes opened and closed. His cock remained firm inside of me and I slid up and down on him. We stared into each other’s eyes, the echoes of the lightning shot between us still there. My heart r
aced. Beads of sweat formed on our skin and I pulled Leon tightly against me. He pulled back. Then he pushed himself in me as deep as he could go.
We stayed like that for a while. Our breathing synced up and Leon made no move to pull out of me. I could feel his cum slowly dripping against my inner leg and it felt wonderful. I kissed his ear and he rubbed the back of my head. His arms held me close. I felt like this had been something entirely new, but I couldn’t name it. I didn’t even want to.
After a long time, I felt Leon slowing pulling out of me. His cock was still firm, but it was nowhere near the hard stone it had once been. When it finally broke from our embrace, I let out a small cry of protest at the feeling of his absence. Leon whispered into my ear, but I couldn’t hear the word that I knew must be wonderful.
Leon rolled me over and began to caress my breasts. My stomach moved up and down as his fingers pinched my nipples gently. Still breathing into my ear, his other hand slid up around my ass and found the soaking wet space between my legs.
His hands worked furiously on me, but still with a gentle touch. I bit down on my lower lip as his fingers danced around my clit. He squeezed my ass cheek as he moved in and out of me with his finger and I moaned loudly. When Leon’s mouth parted from my ear, it was only a moment before I felt the wet embrace of his tongue against my nipple.
The orgasm rushed out of me. It was like the breaking of a dam. I cried out, my eyes closing so hard that I saw stars. As I came, Leon pulled me close to him, the warmth of his body radiating through my orgasm. My body convulsed and jumped against my will. I bit down hard enough on my lip that I tasted something metallic in my mouth.
I breathed heavily, still in the wake of my orgasm. It had been like a physical trauma, something that I was newly recovering from. I laid in a heap next to Leon, his arms still wrapped around me.
The fire popped and hissed before us. Leon reached over and grabbed the blanket that had failed to keep his nakedness from me. He draped it over us and pulled me in against him. I could feel his taut muscles relax on me as sleep sneaked up upon him. Soon, his breathing slowed and I knew he was asleep. His cock rested on my lower stomach, still half-hard and large against my skin.
I caressed his face gently and nestled in closer to him. His arms wrapped around me, I felt the grip of exhaustion on me. It had been days since I had slept well, maybe even weeks. Now, completely satisfied, I knew sleep would be deep and dark, a restorative sleep. I welcomed it.
In the moments before darkness enveloped my sight, I looked over to Leon. I felt something stir deep within me and for a moment a flare of alarm struck at my heart. I quickly stifled it and thought of him inside me. I thought of him coming, unable to stop himself against my motions on top of him.
Most of all, I thought of Leon. My eyes grew heavy and closed.
Chapter 10
My eyes opened slowly. The blanket was wrapped around my naked body. I blinked a few times, trying to acclimate myself to my surroundings. I lifted my head and inspected the room. The fire had long since died, but a few coals still burned. Leaning my head back down, I closed my eyes again.
Sleep would not return for me, but I didn’t care. I had an amazing night. My entire body felt rejuvenated, reborn. I felt warm all over and alive. The visions of Leon looking up at me filled my head. Memories of the sensation of him inside of me brought shivers down my spine.
His eyes looking up at me. Reflections of the fire swimming in them. His muscles, taut and rigid, flexed as his came inside of me. The look of pleasure on his face so intense that it bordered on pain. His whispering in my ear. What had he said? It had been like music from the heavens.
My body could still feel his embrace. I hugged myself, imagining Leon’s arms around me. With him inside me, I had felt complete. I wanted for nothing with Leon sliding in and out of me. Moving up and down on top of him while he gripped my ass, while he stared into my eyes, had been perfection. Everything about our embrace had been wonderful.
I imagined Leon’s cock in my hand. I could see his abs flex and release as I moved my hand up and down. The pleasure moved through to his face and he breathed heavily. His fingers moving around me. I was so wet. I wanted badly to reach over to Leon right now and grab him again, make him take me again. I wanted to hold him in my hands and stroke him while we stared into each other’s eyes.
It had been the best sex of my life. Hands down. It had been quick at first, and then it had slowed. In its slowness, it had been intense. And wasn’t sex supposed to get better as two people had more of it? If that was true, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the sex was going to be like next time.
The thought stuck in my mind. The image of holding Leon’s firm cock in my hand dissipated as I began to think about whether there was even going to be a next time. There wasn’t even supposed to have been a first time.
I opened my eyes. When I studied the room earlier, my eyes half-open, I had missed a crucial detail. Where was Leon?
I sat up quickly. The blanket fell from me. I jumped up and looked around. Leon was nowhere to be found. I walked into the bathroom to look for his clothes on the drying rack that I had never brought out by the fire. His clothes were gone.
I wrapped myself in a robe and began to walk around my place, hoping to find a note. I opened my bedroom door, praying that he would be laying in my bed, forced to sleep there because the floor hurt his back too much. My bed was exactly as I had left it.
I roamed through my place. There was no note. Leon had awoke before me and simply left. There were no messages or missed-calls on my phone. For a brief moment I wondered if I had simply dreamed the entire thing. Had last night actually happened?
It would have been better if it had been only a dream. But it had been completely real. I knew my body; I had sex last night. There was proof by where we slept as well. My sleep-hangover dissipated instantly when I realized the gravity of what I had done.
I had slept with a client. I had slept with the one client who I had sworn I would not sleep with.
Why had it been so important that he had been here when I woke up? I began to pick up the blanket and towels that remained by the fire, idly lost in thought. If Leon had still been here, we could have talked. It might have made the whole thing alright.
Leon was gone. Things were far from alright.
I didn’t know what to do first, so I made coffee. I poured in the water slowly and carefully, not thinking about why. I measured out the scoops of coffee beans that I dumped into the coffee grinder. Even though I knew the sound of the coffee grinder was about to hit my ears with its shrill noise, it still startled me. In the wake of the spinning blades, silence fell over the kitchen. I poured the ground coffee into the machine and flipped it on.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and closed my eyes. I tried not to think. With a few cups of coffee in me, I would be ready to tackle the problem that faced me. Hot water poured through ground coffee beans and dripped into the carafe below loudly in the empty kitchen. I listened intently, wanting more than anything to put off the anxiety that was building up in the bottom of my stomach.
When I first woke up, I had been confused. Leon was gone with no sign that he had even been at my place. I had thought that if he had stuck around, we could have talked. I had fantasized about turning over and getting him to love me one more time.
My heart stopped at the word that I had only thought. Love. No, it wasn’t love. It had been sex, pure and simple. It had been crazy and intense, a new level for me, but it was certainly not love.
I poured myself a cup of coffee. The coffee maker continued on brewing, dripping hot coffee onto the burner that the carafe normally rested on. Spatters of burning coffee flew over the kitchen counter before I returned the carafe to catch the brewing coffee. I drank deeply and it burned my mouth. The pain felt cleansing.
I scoured my thoughts for what I had planned for the day. I knew that I had a meeting in the early afternoon, so I had at least a few hours before I n
eeded to be in the office. That gave me plenty of time to eat, shower, and take my time in getting to work. I would not rush today.
Steam fogged up the bathroom windows from the shower. I ran it as hot as it would go before turning it back ever so slightly. The water ignited my skin with sensation when I stepped in and it was like being woken up again.
I leaned over and picked up the cup of coffee that I had put on the side of the tub. I heard once that drinking coffee in the shower was a bad habit, but the times that I didn’t do it were the exception, not the norm. I was already on cup number three and it was still early. Coffee was the one vice that I held sacred, I didn’t smoke or drink excessively, so I drank gallons of the stuff.
My heart raced. I couldn’t decipher whether it was from the caffeine that I had overloaded in my system or the panic over the previous night. I had been up for a little while, but I had not given it much thought. Every time the reality of what I had done set in, I immediately tried to push it away as fast as I could.
My skin had turned red. I turned off the shower and stood there, dripping in the steamy bathroom. A wave of emotion flooded me and I felt like crying. Tears welled up in my eyes and I fought them back. Somehow I viewed crying as giving in to some sort of despair that I refused to let take hold.
I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked to my bedroom, I couldn’t stop myself from looking over to where the blanket still lay in a heap by the fireplace. Images of Leon looking up at me flashed in my head. I shook them off and walked into my bedroom.
I had never slept with a client before. There had been plenty of temptations. A few clients had been so appealing that I had considered referring them to another matchmaker just so I could sleep with them. But my professionalism always remained steadfast.