When It Feels So Right

by Celeste O. Norfleet

  “That’s all well and good, but people and particularly emotions don’t stay within a certain set of parameters. It’s not in our nature,” she said, wondering where this was leading.

  He smiled as if he expected her to come to that conclusion. “You do, I do. It’s in our personal nature to not get attached.”

  “Yeah, so?” she wondered aloud.

  “I have a suggestion, a proposal if you will.”

  “I’m listening,” she said curiously.

  “We set parameters and relinquish our reservations for one night. We enjoy each other’s bodies and then go back to our respective corners at dawn.”

  Jo tried to look disinterested, but failed miserably. “In other words, displaced sexual frustration, a one-night stand,” she confirmed. He nodded. “No ties.”

  “No strings,” he added.

  “No commitments,” she said.

  “Pure mutual pleasure,” he replied.

  “A physical release,” she said.

  “Just sex,” he clarified explicitly.

  “Just sex,” she repeated, and then slowly walked away considering his suggestion. The idea had merit, but it was also fraught with danger. What if what happened the last time happened again? “I can’t do it,” she said quickly, forcing herself from temptation. “It’s unprofessional and there are too many obvious complications.”

  “Such as you falling in love with me, becoming obsessed? Yeah, I see your point,” he joked, easing the tension.

  She smiled and laughed. “I guess I forgot to add arrogant in my assessment of you. But seriously, I just,” she paused not wanting to go into her past. “Trust me, it would be complicated in the end.”

  “One night, no strings, no complications, just pure physical pleasure,” he tempted.

  She turned and walked away. It had obviously been too long for her since she was actually considering his proposal. It was wrong on so many different levels. They’d known each other for just a few days. He was her client’s grandson. Sexual attraction or not, how could she just fall into bed with him? Everything inside of her brain screamed stop, but she couldn’t help herself. Her body and her heart screamed the loudest.

  Still, the question was his parameters. She knew she’d keep them in place, she was concerned about him. Then she considered what she knew about his character. By all accounts he was cold, calculating and generally unemotional. She smiled and turned back to him. If she thought more she knew she wouldn’t do it. “Okay, say we do this, how exactly would it work?”

  He smiled. “Simple, come here,” he said seductively as he turned and closed the bedroom door. She walked over to stand right in front of him. He pulled her close against his body and felt her tense. Then he leaned in and kissed her forehead chastely as he ran his hands up her back over the soft, smooth cashmere. He began massaging her shoulders. “Relax,” he whispered.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before. I guess you do this all the time,” she said, suddenly nervous.

  “No,” he said simply, “just this time.” She looked up at him cautiously. He was sincere. “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Trust me. Close your eyes, relax,” he cooed.

  She did and instantly began to relax as the massage continued. “Mmm, that feels good.”

  “This is nice,” he said of her sweater.

  “Thanks, it’s my favorite. I like the feel of cashmere on my bare skin.”

  He rubbed his hands down the front of the sweater and smiled as he teased her nipples to harden even more. Her nerve endings clinched and tingled, causing her to gasp and shudder. Apparently delighted with her reaction, he continued touching the soft wool as he dipped his mouth to her neck. “I think after tonight, I will too,” he whispered close to her ear. He reached up and touched her lips tenderly. “Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?”

  Brazen boldness, stoked by a hot fire of desire burned through her body. She looked down and touched the front of his jeans. His protruding erection was very evident. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” she said seductively.

  He stood motionless as she reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Each button seemed to give her more and more confidence. When she was done she pulled the shirttails from his jeans. She opened the shirt, pushing it back over his shoulders and letting it fall to the carpet. His chest was broad and sweet chocolaty smooth. She ran her hands over him feeling the power and strength of each muscle. Carved like a granite sculpture, she could tell he worked out. A body like his didn’t just happen by chance. She leaned in and kissed him, satisfying her chocolate craving. He wasn’t chocolate, but he was just as sweet.

  He didn’t move, just stood stoic and allowed her to play. She played. Kissing and caressing, she kneaded his chest, feeling the firm tightness. He was completely solid. She kissed his nipples gently then felt his body twitch and his stomach quiver. She steadied her focus on making him shudder and to her delight, he did each time she relished his body.

  Then with boldness and little hesitation, she began to unbuckle his belt. He still didn’t move so she continued. She unfastened his jeans button. The back of her hand brushed against his arousal. Biting her lower lip, she slowly unzipped his jeans and she ran her finger under his waistband then eagerly slipped her hand inside. The treasure she found nearly floored her. She shuddered inside anticipating the next few moments. She attempted to dip inside again, but was stopped when he took her hands and held them still. She looked up at him. He smiled. “My turn.”

  His voice was deep and menacing, causing her to wonder just what she’d agreed to. After all there were no set rules to this night of pure pleasure. The idea of him tying her to the bed popped into her head. She shuddered, not because she feared the act, but because perhaps she wanted it. He had a way of looking at her that seemed to weaken her and made her want to break her will. It was a power struggle with winner taking all.

  With her hand still in his, he led her to the bed then turned and sat, positioning her close between his long legs. She stood looking down at him wondering what he had in mind. She soon found out. He unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pulled and helped them fall to the plush carpet. Then he raised the bottom edge of her cashmere sweater up over her head. She stood now wearing only black lace panties. The result left him speechless. He looked up and down the length of her body with slow deliberate enjoyment. Afterward he just stared straight ahead motionlessly, readily feasting his eyes on two perfectly rounded orbs.

  Her heart was beating furiously and the parts of her inside that hadn’t already gelled burned like lava. She wasn’t sure if he liked what he saw. Suddenly self-conscious, Jo covered her breasts with her hands. It seemed to somehow break his trance. He looked up at her as he moved her hands to her sides. “Don’t ever cover these from me,” he said sincerely.

  He opened his mouth again, but didn’t speak this time. Instead, he drew her close and touched his tongue lightly to her pebbled nipple. A quick tickling sensation shot through her like white lightning. She quivered and tried to jerk away, but he held too firm and looked up. “Jo, did I hurt you?”

  She licked her dried lips and shook her head. “No.”

  He smiled satisfied, then repeated the action. She shuddered again. The madness of his mouth caused all kinds of smoldering fires to ignite inside of her. Lava flowed though her veins. Now, instead of just licking her, he’d whole-heartedly devoured her breasts each in turn and then pushed them together to consume them in unison. His mouth was hot and her body, once chilled, was now on fire. The result was a mindless inferno of passion.

  His hands came around to encircle her waist. She held tight to his shoulders giving him everything he wanted. Her head tossed back, she nearly screamed from the sheer vigor of his onslaught. Then he reached up, placed his hand behind her neck and brought her to his mouth. He kissed her with a raging passion, seeming intent on shattering her mind. His masterful wayward hands crept between her legs and stroked her there. Her bo
dy began gyrating rhythmically to his hand movements. Her legs trembled, weakened then buckled. She collapsed onto his lap, spreading her legs, straddling him as he sat. The kiss continued. His tongue danced in her mouth as he held her rear, pressing her even closer to his stone hard erection.

  Her thoughts hazed and her body took over. She was feeling everything, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his chest. Thinking rationally was out of the question. Then from a wayward corner in the back of her mind it hit her. She leaned back. “Wait, wait, condoms, I don’t have any,” she rasped breathlessly.

  His breath was just as ragged. “Drawer, bottom, nightstand, by the bed.” Understanding, she slid off his lap and moved to the nightstand. She bent over and opened the drawer finding notepaper, pens, a calculator and hand lotion. Then she finally found a box of condoms. She opened it and grabbed one, pulling the four also attached.

  Andre had watched as she leaned over to open the drawer. The apple bottom he’d fixated on before dinner dried his mouth instantly. He stood up and quickly removed his pants and shorts. When she turned back to him, he stood naked. She smiled looking down the length of him. He was magnificent. Then she focused on his erection. A quick shiver swept through her as she felt her body go wet. He was thick and long and just what she needed.

  “Come here,” he said. She walked back over to him. He turned her around and dropped to his knees facing the apple of his appetite. He smiled and admired its perfection then touched and gently caressed the soft brown cheeks. This was what he wanted. He held her hips, drew her back and licked her cheek then kissed and nibbled her. She took a step away, but he held her tight with no intention of letting go.

  Jo closed her eyes, too wracked with desire to do anything else. She was about to explode. No one had ever made her feel so wanted and desired. She stepped away again, this time he released her. She turned and looked down as he looked up. Their eyes stayed connected while he took the condoms still in her hand, tore one open and protected them. He stood and wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close. The sudden action made her gasp. Her mouth open, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. Demanding and possessively, he seared his mouth to hers.

  She consciously knew that he’d picked her up, but she had no idea what took so long to get to the bed. He carried her then finally laid her down with her head on the pillow and captured her lips once more. Long and lasting, the kiss faded to nibbles across her face, down her neck, down her chest, across her breasts, to her stomach.

  Her arousal was more than complete as her body’s fluid poured out to welcome him. If he went lower she was sure she’d burst into a million pieces. He did, French kissing her there. “Andre, now,” she demanded. He ignored her; he was too busy enjoying himself. She shook in spasms ready to explode. She grabbed at his shoulder. “Andre, please come inside.”

  He leaned up and moved her leg aside, and then lay down on top of her. He looked down between them and smiled. She wrapped her legs around his waist feeling the pressure of his erection at her core. In one smooth motion they each pressed, uniting their bodies. His fullness plunged deep, all the way inside of her. She gasped aloud then whimpered and dug her nails into his back. The exquisite pleasure and pain nearly brought her to tears. Deep inside of her he remained still and looked down at her. “Are you okay?” Her tightness surprised him. She wasn’t a virgin, he knew that much, but she was extremely tight.

  Breathless from the pleasure, she nodded, “Yes, it’s just been awhile.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. She shook her head. “Do you want me to go slow?” She smiled and shook her head again. She wanted this too much, she wanted him too much. She lifted her hips upward, grinding into him.

  With deliberate ease he began to move inside of her, slowly at first then soon with more vigor and power. Surging in and out, he plunged deeper and deeper over and over again. She met each plunge with one of her own positioning herself just right. His body stroked her with each move. The building climax could not be held back. She screamed seconds before he covered her mouth with his as he also reached his climax.

  His body trembled and shook as a wave drained him. When he went still, she moved her hips and he shook again. “Don’t move,” he said. His eyes were closed, his head was arched back and his mouth was open. His breathing was more like panting. She smiled, having wreaked havoc on his body in such a way. She moved her hips again. He groaned and tried to move away from her. He rolled to the side. She rolled with him, landing on top. He looked up at her, surprised by the action. She smiled and sat back on his hips comfortably. “You’re not going anywhere, it’s not dawn yet. More,” she said playfully.

  He instantly cupped her breasts and smiled, ready to give her exactly what she asked for, although to his pleasure and hers, not exactly how she expected.

  Chapter 11

  Some time later Jo woke up slowly feeling a tingling sensation flood inside her. There was a body pressed behind her, holding her, touching her, making her body burn all over again. She smiled slowly, remembering the last time. The man was full of surprises. Who would have imagined her body could do that twice. “Hey,” she said sleepily.

  “It’s about time you woke up,” he whispered, seductively stroking the sensitive curve between her shoulder and hip. She shivered and tried to inch away. He held her tight. “You’re not going anywhere, it’s not dawn yet,” he echoed.

  “I think I’ve created a monster.”

  “I don’t know about a monster, but you definitely brought something to life.”

  She felt it too. “What are you doing to me back there?” she asked knowingly.

  “Whatever you want me to do,” he promised with a whisper as his hand came forward to cup her breast and fondle the nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. He moved even closer.

  “I’m wondering if that’s your knee back there.”

  “No,” he said, while kissing the nape of her neck and then her shoulder as his hand drifted farther down. “Want to guess again?” he asked.

  Her nerves tingled and her heart began beating rapidly. His hand dipped between her legs. She gasped. “I think you need to stop doing that,” she warned.

  “Actually, I’m thinking that I need to do a bit more. Got any ideas, ’cause I do.” He rolled onto his back taking her with him. Now she lay on top with her back pressing onto him. “Shame we don’t have a mirror. I think I’d like to see this.”

  She looked up at the ceiling. It looked different than it did earlier. But this wasn’t the time to worry about that. “See what?” she asked.

  “See this,” he whispered as his hands covered her breasts and rubbed her already tightened nipples. She closed her eyes, happy that there was no mirror. She couldn’t imagine what else he might do, and then he began to do it. His hand moved down, spreading her legs farther apart. “What are you going to…” Before she finished the question, she felt his fingers spread her open then dip inside of her. She felt her inside muscles contract to close tight around him. Her body trembled as he slipped out then back in again. “Andre,” she gasped breathlessly.

  “Shh, I need to picture you in my mind’s eye when I do this.”

  “Do what?” she asked, then knew instantly. She trembled and shook when he found and tweaked her swollen nub then began stroking it. Instantly a fierce intense climax began to grow inside. He stroked and prodded her as she poured out for him. He was gentle as each tender touch thrust her closer and closer to the pinnacle of her climax. She felt a spasm coming and tried her best to endure. Seconds later she exploded.

  She lay there on top of him trying desperately to catch her breath. He had too many tricks up his sleeve to play fair. She looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling again. “What happened to one time only?”

  “This is one time only. I just haven’t finished with you and as you so eloquently put it, it’s not yet dawn.”

  “That sounds a lot like double-talk,” she said as she rolled off him. She lay on her
stomach hoping to deter his ardor, at least for the moment. She had no idea that the plump roundness of her rear made him even harder. “This isn’t fair, you cheat.”

  He lay on his side, stroking her back and rubbing her rear. Playfully he squeezed and massaged her, fascinated by how much he enjoyed looking at and touching her. “True,” he said then stopped, “I can always leave.” He rolled over to get out of the bed. He sat on the edge knowing that she would stop him. She did, but not as he expected.

  Jo sat up, quickly grabbed a condom from the table and moved to the edge of the bed. She sat on her knees behind him pressing her breasts to his back and wrapped her hands around his neck and down his chest. She dipped to his ear. “Are you sure you want to leave?” She tweaked his nipples to make her point. He groaned as his head rolled back. She nipped his neck and felt him shudder and continued stimulating his nipples.

  “I think you need to stop doing that,” he warned.

  “Wasn’t that just my line?” she asked, knowing that the heat of her breath in his ear would excite him. In an instant he reached back and pulled her to his lap. She straddled the front of him showing him the condom in her hand.

  “Open it,” he said.

  She did, and then very deliberately she eased it onto him. “Now that you have me here, Mr. Buchanan, what do you have in mind?” she asked.

  His eyes burned into hers and suddenly stillness seemed to surround him. There, looking into her eyes, he felt something that he never experienced before. This was more, he wanted more. Andre slowly reached up and touched her lips, seemingly hypnotized by his own actions. His hand scrolled across her jaw and down her neck to her shoulder to finally encircle each pebbled nipple. He smiled and he drew a figure eight from one nipple to the next.