Seduced: Part 1

by E. J. Adams

  “Ooh, this is superb,” I said with a giggle as the champagne's fizz tickled my nose.

  “Superb. Another adjective that I can use to describe you, Ashley,” Brandon said with a twinkle in his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?” he asked.

  I blushed. “More or less, yes. But I don't know that I tire of hearing it. And you look handsome,” I replied as I ran my hand down the front of his suit jacket.

  Even through his clothes, I could feel his muscled chest and abs. Yes, I thought. A perfect six pack is just waiting to be uncovered. The thought of sex with Brandon was tantalizing.

  “I know that you must be excited about your new career, but I hope that you will become just as excited about us,” Brandon said. He ran his hand through my hair.

  There was no place on my body that was immune to his touch. It was like he was able to channel sexual desire even through my long strands into every other part of my body.

  “I'd like to learn more about . . . us,” I purred as I ran my hand down his cheek.

  His skin was smooth, but firm. The bulge forming in his pants indicated that he could react to my touch as well.

  “For starters, I am in a beautiful setting with a gorgeous woman who I'm attracted to. A woman that I have not been able to get off my mind. A woman whose body I want to explore and . . . pleasure.”

  As we gazed into each others eyes, he pressed his mouth to mine. Our moist, supple lips fit perfectly together. He placed his right hand against my lower back and pulled me tight into him. His strong, athletic body emanated sexual desire.

  I was trying to process everything that was happening. I had limited sexual experiences, and pretty vanilla sex at that. Brandon had many sexual experiences. I'm sure he had done things that I had only heard about. My excitement at the prospect of sex with him combined with fear and anxiety.

  I must have tensed up. Brandon stopped kissing me and drew his head back.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing. I mean, the kiss was wonderful. Everything is wonderful. It's just that . . . I guess it just hit me that I am a bit out of my element.”

  “Ashley, you belong here. You belong here in this place and with me. You have to know how amazing you are. How much I want to ravage you.”

  Brandon's pupils grew larger with lust. He was used to women giving to him as much as he wanted and any way he wanted it. I wanted to give myself over to him in that way. My body ached to be that uninhibited.

  I had sexual needs and longings that this man could fulfill.

  “I want that, Brandon. I do. More than you know. But I'm not a super model, a movie star, or royalty. And I'm not experienced in the way you are."

  There. I said it. I admitted my insecurity at the prospects of being with Brandon. I feared that somehow I wouldn't measure up.

  “Those women offer nothing that you don't have. In fact, I see more. Much more to you. Let me prove to you how much I desire you,” he said as he touched my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze.

  “How do you not see your stunning beauty?”

  “I'm usually standing next to Chelsea,” I said with a grin. I didn't know if my desire to have Brandon inside me was overriding everything else or he was getting through to me and relaxing my nerves. Both, I decided.

  Brandon took my hand in his.

  “Chelsea is gorgeous. Anyone with a pulse can see that. But you are the one that captivates me. Your eyes are gentle and your smile is warm. You are beautiful. Did you happen to notice all the heads that turned when we walked into Francesca's tonight?”

  “Be serious,” I said.

  “I am. Scout's honor. Well, I was never a scout. But I am being completely honest with you. Ashley, you can question this all you want. I can't stop you. I also can't promise where this will lead. But I'm hoping that you can look around and trust this is where you belong.”

  “Brandon?”

  “Yes?”

  “Kiss me.”

  A tremor of sensual pleasure coursed through my body as Brandon put his arms around me and drew me close. I breathed in the aroma of his cologne and let it dance in the night air. Every one of my senses drew to him as I became enveloped by his presence. He was intoxicating and I surrendered to scintillating passion.

  He kissed me hard on the mouth. Our lips parted enough so he could work his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and pulled myself closer – I didn't want any space between us.

  Brandon slid his hand down over my ass and gave it a light, erotic squeeze. He was arousing every sensual desire within me. He pulled his head back, kissed my mouth, then slowly and seductively worked his way down my neck. His hot breath and moist lips sent shock waves through my body and straight to my crotch.

  Brandon's breathy voice whispered into my ear, “You are so sexy. I have never wanted a woman the way I want you now.”

  His words were hypnotic and I was filled with an intense longing that was begging for him to take me right there on the couch. I slid onto his lap facing him.

  I could feel the huge bulge in his pants and rested my pelvis on top of his hard mound. He slid his hand down over my chest. He squeezed my breast. The excitement of being with Brandon aroused me in every way.

  I reached over and pushed Brandon's jacket off his shoulders. He helped remove his jacket. Brandon undid his tie and I slid it off over his head.

  I helped him unbutton his shirt and remove it. The muscles in his arms rippled. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Just as I suspected, he had perfectly sculpted pecs and rock-solid, six pack abs. His bronze skin glistened.

  I ran my fingers through the crevices between his ab muscles. I slid back to let him stand and remove his pants.

  “Why don't you help,” he said.

  I stood facing him. I unbuckled his belt, loosened his button, and teased him as I unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. I could now see the muscled V below his abs that tantalized me as it pointed toward his sex.

  His firm penis was straining against his briefs. The bulge was beyond impressive. A pair of tighty whities never looked so good.

  “Your turn,” he said staring at me with wanton desire.

  “Only if you help,” I teased.

  “With pleasure,” he said as he stepped toward me.

  He reached down and unlooped the dress's button closure at my hip. The front opened to reveal the bare skim of my stomach and the edges of my bra and panties. Brandon stepped behind me and moved my hair away from my neck. He bent over and caressed my neck with his lips.

  I whimpered with delight.

  As he kissed the side of my neck, he placed his hand on my right shoulder. He slid his fingers under the dress strap and slid it off. He then repeated this motion on my left side. The dress began to lower off the top of my body. Brandon took hold of the material and slid it all the way down. When the dress reached the floor, he picked up my right ankle and slid it out of the material collected on the floor. Then he lifted my left ankle and did the same.

  His hand wrapped around my ankle was surprisingly erotic. A pulse of electricity traced up my leg. Brandon seemed to be following the path of electricity as he ran his hand up. He hadn't even touched bare skin below my bra or panties and my body was already seething with raw, sexual delight.

  Brandon stopped at my ass and slid his finger under the lacy trim at the bottom of my panties. He traced along the bottom of my cheek before he removed his finger and began using his digit to trace up my spine.

  I took in a deep breath and then let out a gentle moan.

  As he stood, he pressed his front to my back. I could feel his chiseled body warm against my flesh. Brandon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He leaned in and tilted his head as he kissed my neck once more. I closed my eyes as he moved his hand over my bra and cupped my left breast.

  I stepped forward and Brandon let go as if
he anticipated my movement. I turned to face him. My bra was doing its job and gave me some nice cleavage. The black lace were keeping my breasts covered, but transparent enough to offer a peak of my fleshy mounds. Brandon's erect penis was pointing upward from behind his underwear.

  We stepped toward each other. Brandon bent his head down and I tilted my head upward so our lips could meet. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his strong arms pulled me in around my waist. The taste of champagne and Brandon intermingled and was sweet on my mouth. Our kiss was long and deep.

  Brandon's firm manhood was hard against me, ready to burst through his briefs. I tightened my arms around his neck and pulled myself up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gave me a look of pleasant surprise.

  I pressed my pelvis down and moved over the underwear entrapped head of Brandon's cock. His strong arms were holding me in place as he assisted in driving me down onto him. I could feel the surge of his desire. I imagined that his eventual release would be like Mount Vesuvius erupting. I hoped it was not imminent.

  I rocked my hips up and down. I pressed hard against his erection that was struggling to burst forth from its confinement. As I drove down, Brandon pushed his pelvis upward. I clawed at his back as Brandon held me hard up against him.

  Most men would not have been strong enough to stay standing with such ease. Brandon's legs were flat on the floor, but not at all strained. I was losing control. I wanted to rip our clothes off and feel him inside me. But I couldn't stop. Not now.

  Even with our underwear between our sexes, I was experiencing great pleasure. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I drove down faster and harder to feel as much of Brandon's covered manhood against my veiled womanhood as was possible. The sensation intensified the faster and harder I pushed my hips.

  As I drove down one last time, Brandon let out a moan of joy that accompanied his eruption. I equaled his moan of pure pleasure as I came. Our hearts were pounding in unison. Brandon's back glistened with sweat from the heat of the fireplace and holding us upright as I straddled him.

  I was dizzy as I unwrapped my legs and Brandon eased me onto my feet. My sex tingled. He hadn't even entered me; the flesh of our sexes hadn't touched. And, yet, the pleasure was greater than any I had experienced before.

  I now knew that I was where I belonged. I was giving myself over to the pleasure I had only dreamed of. Brandon seduced me in the purest, rawest way – he had appealed to my senses with a goal of sexual awakening. I was now wide awake . . . and ready for more.

  “I want all of you Ashley Sullivan,” Brandon said as he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bedroom.

  Chapter 7

  I was swirling with sexual delight after our encounter in the living room. As Brandon carried me to the elegant king-sized bed, I became more aware of my surroundings. The large picture window offered an amazing view of the Pacific Ocean just as the living room had. Brandon headed toward the bed with a sensual ease of motion.

  I had a quick thought about the cleanliness of the comforter. I knew it was a five-star resort, so I figured it was clean. Even so, under any other circumstance I would never lie on top of the comforter – even in a five-star resort. But right now I didn't care. My focus was on what was to come.

  Brandon laid me on the bed and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

  “Don't go anywhere,” he purred.

  “Don't worry, I won't.”

  He crossed the bedroom and flipped on the gas fireplace. The flames cast a warm glow across the bed. Enough so we could see each other. I was still self-conscious about how my body compared to Brandon's other lovers, but I was more liberated than earlier. And I wanted to see Brandon in his full nakedness.

  As he walked back toward the bed I watched his every movement. Smooth, powerful, and controlled. SEXY! I pined at the thought that he must be a maestro in the way he conducts sex.

  “Ashley, you are so amazing,” he said with lust in his deep voice.

  He climbed on the bed and slid over me. He propped up on his elbows but the rest of his body pressed up against mine. I could feel every cut of his muscled abs. His cock was firming again and pushing against me.

  Brandon placed his hands on my face and drew my lips toward his and he kissed me. As his lips enveloped mine I pushed my body up to his. My breasts pressed against his taught chest. Our measured breathing was in rhythm as our kiss deepened in intensity.

  He moved his lips across my cheek and to my ear. He slid his mouth over my ear and whispered: “Ashley, you are so incredibly sexy. I want to ravage every part of you.”

  He sucked on my lobe. He massaged it through his clenched teeth and my body tingled with delight. His hot breath was heating more than my ear and neck.

  As he caressed my ear with his mouth, he moved his hand down over my chest. He cupped my right breast over my bra. He focused his attention on massaging my mound while continuing to tantalize my ear lobe with his mouth. My nipple firmed as he traced its outline with his finger over the lace of my bra.

  I squirmed with desire at his soft touch. I longed for us to be completely naked so we could experience complete sexual pleasure. I wrapped my arms around Brandon's back.

  He followed my lead and wrapped his arms around me. Brandon moved his hands up the curve of my back. My spine tingled and then my excitement grew as he reached the clasp of my bra. He lifted my upper body and undid the clasp. With one, swift motion, Brandon removed the black lacy material and exposed the milky white flesh of my breasts.

  He took in a long look. He traced the round curves with his eyes. He locked in on my supple pink nipples.

  I grew nervous. I wasn't flat chested, but lying on my back certainly didn't accentuate my boobs. My nipples, however, were a bit oversized in proportion. Hard from Brandon's touch, they begged for more.

  “Magnificent,” Brandon uttered with delight.

  He slid his mouth over my right breast. With his hand he caressed and squeezed my left breast as he circled my right nipple with his tongue. He took my solid pink flesh between his teeth while he worked his tongue on its tip. I arched my back, unable to stay still, as my body reacted to his touch and raged with desire.

  “I want you inside of me,” I panted.

  “Not just yet, baby,” he replied as he moved his mouth onto my left breast. His mouth was hot and moist against my enlarged and firm nipple.

  I began to quake as Brandon's right hand slide down my stomach and onto my crotch. He slid his hand under the lace of my panties. He moved his digits through my trimmed patch.

  “Someone is very wet for me,” he said.

  “Uh, huh,” was all I could manage to whisper as he touched the flesh of my sex for the first time.

  He stopped and sat up.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing at all,” he replied as he lifted up my hips and removed my underwear. He then got off the bed and pulled his briefs down.

  He was erect. His cock was huge. Both its length and girth were impressive. I knew it would fill and stretch me, but not in a painful way. I was certain it would provide for deep and pleasurable exploration.

  Brandon stepped to the bedside table. His back was taught from working out and I trailed my gaze down his back. His ass had muscles like the rest of his body. To say that he had a cute butt wouldn't do it justice. It was exquisite. Just like the rest of him.

  Brandon opened the drawer to the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. Ribbed for extra pleasure. He took one out and tore open the package.

  “Let me,” I said as I got up onto my knees atop the bed.

  He handed me the opened package. I pulled the rubbery material out and tossed the package aside. Brandon turned toward the bed. I was in awe of his enlarged cock.

  I had never had oral sex. Like I said, my sexual experiences consisted of plain vanilla intercourse. My sexual partners had begged and complained. They said I was a prude. I didn't see it that way.

  Most women don't think fir
st about giving a guy a blow job. But for me, it had to be the right man and at the right moment. I was considering it now.

  I was rather turned on by the idea. But, it didn't seem like the right moment yet. I figured I would find it with Brandon at some point. Right now, I had a need to feel Brandon inside of me. I knew he wanted that as well.

  I slid the condom over the head that was already moist with pre-cum. I rolled the material down his long shaft. Brandon moaned with anticipation. When I reached the base I ran my fingers through his black curls.

  I moved my hand underneath. His balls were magnificent. The sack was holding them tight from his arousal. I cradled them in my hand as I tilted my head up toward Brandon for a long, deep kiss.

  Brandon moved closer and I fell back onto the mattress to allow him room to get back onto the bed. He positioned himself next to me as we faced each other on our sides.

  I began to quake as Brandon's left hand slid down my stomach and onto my crotch. His fingers found my curls again and I opened my legs to expose myself more to him. He lifted the fold of skin with his digit and easily found my little joy button. His finger was strong, yet smooth, as he massaged my engorged clit.

  Brandon massaged my swelling and brought me to the height of pleasure. There are at least 8,000 nerve endings in a clitoris and Brandon was arousing every one of them. He brought me to the edge of pure ecstasy. He added a few more digits and slid them inside my silky smoothness.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I cried out. My body couldn't remain still as he worked his magic down below. He removed his fingers as he rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. I spread eagle for him.

  I felt his massive penis slide inside of me. I moaned as he pushed deeper. I was completely filled by his length and width. Brandon rocked his hips back and forth and the pleasure was beyond anything I had experienced before.

  My head was spinning, intoxicated on the sweet pleasure. Brandon knew exactly what I wanted and gave it to me with each erotic thrust and swirl.