by Tara Nina
Instantly, he released her hair and removed his fingers from her slit. Regret washed over her. Had she pushed him too far? Had she been too aggressive? Temair swallowed the questions the moment she saw him slip a condom out of his inside jacket pocket. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he opened it and rolled it down his thick, hard shaft.
As quickly as he’d released her, he had her hair and the back of her head in his hand. He hovered within millimeters of her lips. “I hope you don’t think me too bold by being prepared. But I’ve thought of nothing but fucking you since the moment I first saw you.”
His mouth crushed hers in a demanding kiss that she met forcefully, not backing down, but taking and giving just the same. They were past the point of tenderness and foreplay. Evan entered her in one swift stroke, hard and fast. Temair gasped at his rough advance. For a second, she wasn’t sure how she felt about the sudden invasion, but when he set a steady pace of deep thrusts, she decided she loved it and wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pumped, matching his rhythm.
It’d been so long since she’d fucked or been fucked by a real cock, she wanted to scream in ecstasy, but held back, knowing Lisanne, and quite possibly customers, were in the store. He pulled her hair, causing her neck to extend, then ran the tip of his tongue along her exposed flesh.
Intense bolts of heat shot straight to her clit. The painful tug at her scalp increased her pleasure. The tighter he fisted her hair, suckled and nipped at the tender flesh of her neck, the hotter and more voracious she became. Her heartbeat pounded. Blood rushed through her veins and roared inside her ears. Pure power gripped her, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulders as she clung to him for support.
Pump for pump, she ground into him, taking his cock in deep. She couldn’t get enough. The grip of his arm around her waist tightened and his body tensed as he fucked her harder. Temair couldn’t breathe when he bit her breast through her clothing. A bolt of pleasure like she had never known ripped through her and shook her to the core, releasing an orgasm of tsunami-size force.
Every muscle trembled. Perspiration coated her skin. As the orgasm subsided, she slowly relaxed the sex-grip of her legs around his waist. His cock throbbed inside her soaked, satisfied pussy. If memory served her right, she’d only experienced an orgasm close to this once before, and that was with Evan as well. He made her quiver internally from her scalp to her nipples, to her bellybutton, to her clit all the way to her toes. God, this man was good. No. This man was a sexual dynamo, one she intended to sample as many times as she could, before his holiday was over.
What better way to get to know him than to fuck him raw, Temair decided. She inhaled deep, filling her lungs and her nose with the scent of just-been-laid goodness. The look of relaxed satisfaction on his face made her smile. She’d put that look there and planned to keep it there for his entire visit.
If she could.
What if she couldn’t? Being older than him… That little hint of doubt threatened to take over, but the empowered sexual bitch Evan created slapped it back down, if only for the moment. Temair cupped his cheek, then placed a tender kiss to his lips.
“Obviously, I’ve wanted nothing more than to fuck you too,” she said as she brushed her thumb sensually across his lower lip and held her gaze leveled on his. His sheepish grin made her smile.
“Seems we’ve made a bit of a mess.”
Temair nodded toward a door. “One of the perks of being the owner is a private bathroom.”
He kissed her softly, as his cock slipped from her pussy. A feeling of emptiness took his place, but she knew it was a matter of time before she’d coax him back inside. Temair watched him walk. Tall, lean and sexy, he moved with a sensual confidence belonging solely to him. Still dressed in his suit, jacket and all, he’d given her a phenomenal fuck. Wonder how great it will be once he’s naked. She chewed her lower lip and gave herself a hug before she scooted off the desk.
The moment her feet touched ground, she realized quickly how great sex weakened the legs, but managed to reach the jeweler’s bench without falling. She dried herself, using the paper towels from the roll she kept on her workstation. She straightened her dress and resituated the pantyhose as best as she could to make them semi-comfortable. Oddly enough, she liked the exposure. Cool air coated her thoroughly fucked pussy and soothed the ache of her tender flesh.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, the breath hitched in her throat. He looked magnificently debonair, from his bald head to the sexy little soul patch beneath his lower lip, to the tip of his well-shined shoes. She was ready to fuck him again.
He crossed the room, took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. “That’s not exactly how I envisioned this meeting would go. I had planned to take you to lunch and see where things went from there. But it seems I lacked self-control and lived in the moment instead.” He brushed her knuckles with a gentle kiss and leveled a gaze filled with sexual promise directly on hers. “Any regrets?”
Every ounce of moisture left her mouth and nosedived to her pussy. Damn. He is good. Temair drew from a reservoir of inner strength being with him helped build, and managed to reply, “No. I’m looking forward to our next little adventure. I believe you promised to instruct me in the proper usage of your present.”
His chuckle thrilled her to the core. “That I did. Will you have dinner with me this evening?”
“Yes.”
“What time would you prefer and where shall I pick you up?”
Temair glanced at the items still in need of her attention lying on her workbench, then returned her gaze to his. “Will seven be okay? And you can pick me up here. I live in an upstairs apartment. It’s the door to the left of the store. Just press the buzzer when you arrive and I’ll let you in.”
“Seven it is,” he answered with a nod. “Any preference of food or restaurant?”
“I’ll leave that up to you. I’m easy.” As soon as the words left her mouth, heat seeped into her cheeks. He cupped her chin and forced her gaze to return to his.
“No, Temair,” he stated as he leaned in close. His accent danced along her ears, sending chills skating down her arms. The heat of his breath caressed her lips. “You are one highly sexual, intelligent, complicated, beautiful woman and that’s anything but easy.”
He kissed her, not hot and hungry like earlier, but soft and caring, igniting her libido on a whole new level. When he released her, he whispered, “Until later.” Then turned and walked out of her office.
She stood stock-still, simply staring after him, enthralled by his admission. Highly sexual. Intelligent. Complicated. Beautiful. Oh lord, how was she ever going to live up to that?
Lisanne appeared in the doorway. “Care to tell me the juicy tidbits you obviously left out about last month’s trade show?”
“I…” Temair hesitated. “I met Evan Lyndsay.”
Lisanne’s eyebrow arched and a knowing look showed on her face. “I’d say you met Evan Lyndsay all right. You should’ve straightened your desk before you opened the door.” Her laughter followed her back into the storefront.
Temair froze at the sight of her desk in such a disheveled mess. The computer was slid to one side. Several files had fallen and lay scattered across the floor. The picture of her and Lisanne from opening day had toppled facedown. Temair shook her head. There was no denying sex happened on that desk.
A smile split her lips. Yep. Sex happened on that desk.
Chapter Seven
Temair’s fingers shook as she pressed the unlock button for the downstairs door and let Evan into the building. After Evan left earlier, she didn’t accomplish much. She had trouble digesting the fact she’d had sex on her desk with a younger man. It was the wildest thing she’d ever done in her office. She had a feeling it was because of his age that she’d acted on instinct and lived in the moment as he had said. Part of her was thrilled at the sexual victory, while the sensible side of her nature reprimanded her for being so irrespons
ible. A woman her age should’ve known better and acted more like a lady than a tramp. The thought took root and tormented her for most of the afternoon, preventing her from working.
Right now, the age difference didn’t seem to bother him, but it was just the start of their relationship. She felt certain eventually it would cause an issue. Lisanne’s pep talk had eased some of her anxiety. Her words whispered through Temair’s head and made her smile. Enjoy this for as long as there’s gas in his machine and you’re the one he’s taking for the ride.
She still couldn’t believe she wasn’t fully dressed. But when he sent her a text message earlier with a special request, she couldn’t deny him. The low tap on her door fueled her excitement. Opening it, she smiled at the sight on the other side. Her sexy younger man stood holding a bouquet of flowers. He wore a dark suit with a deep-navy-blue shirt and a black-and-blue tie befitting his style.
“Not too corny, I hope?” He handed them to her. A sensual promise showed in his eyes and his smile broadened, giving her a perfect view of his dimples. Debonair and cute, quite a combination.
“No, not at all. Please, come in.” She turned, smiling into the beautiful array of colorful wildflowers. This thoughtful gesture warmed her heart in a way she doubted he’d ever understand. No one had ever given her flowers. He followed her, closing the door behind him. She walked into the small kitchenette. There was no door or wall separating it from the tiny living room. A rectangular counter with a cutting board top acted as the divider for the rooms.
“I see you did as I requested.”
“Yes.” Temair’s insides knotted when he noted she wore no hose or shoes as of yet. The heat of his nearness coated her like a favorite blanket, warming her.
“I like the dress.” He caressed her bare back exposed by the evergreen silk halter dress she wore. “Very sensual.”
His breath close to her ear tickled and made her nipples harden.
“Thank you,” she managed to reply, softly.
He stood directly behind her as she placed the flowers in a vase and filled it with water. In a light, velvety touch, his fingertips slid up and down her spine, from between her shoulder blades to the small of her back, causing her difficulty in focusing on the task at hand. Her vision narrowed to the path of his caress. Up. Down. Tiny circles just above her bottom then slowly, torturously, along her spine to repeat the motion between her shoulders, then to the base of her neck. Every ounce of her tuned in to him as if he were the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel and her only means of escape.
Seconds seemed like minutes before she managed to place the vase on the counter without dropping it. He shortened the gap separating them and maneuvered his hands into her dress from behind. Cupping her breasts, he tugged her back against his chest. Any chance of thinking clearly evaporated.
“Mmm, I really like this dress,” he claimed, then suckled her earlobe.
The way he strummed her nipples with his thumbs gave her chills and initiated a raw need deep in her core. “You keep that up and we’ll never leave the apartment.” The hoarseness of her voice mocked her desire.
“That does sound enticing,” he purred against her neck. He released her breasts and slid his hands out of her dress to rest them upon her waist. “But I’ve got plans for you.”
“What sort of plans?” she asked, meeting his gaze as she looked across her shoulder. Desire slammed into her. Sexual hunger darkened his expression, making her ache with the need to fuck him right there on the counter.
“I’ve given this evening lots of thought and preparation.” He took her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles while his finger glided along the lifeline in her palm. “Now, let’s finish getting you dressed.”
Knowing he’d taken the time to prepare for their evening gave her joy. What did he have in store? Anticipation swirled and made her giddy. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t help but hope his plan entailed sex. Lots and lots of sex. Temair led him to her bedroom, where she’d left the black lace garter and silk stockings still in the box. Without a word, he retrieved the garter and undid the hidden clasps within its silken lace.
“Lift your skirt, Temair.” His accent thickened with his command, giving her chills that heightened her nipples into solid peaks.
She did as he asked, carefully lifting it to her waist, exposing her leather thong. A wicked smile of approval brightened his face and she was glad she’d chosen correctly. He wrapped the garter around her waist and gently did the clasps.
“Perfect fit,” he stated, smoothing the lace and stretching the stays to hang along her thighs.
His fingers lingered beneath the garter and traced the thong’s waistband. When he tugged lightly on the thin strap of leather that separated her cheeks, she moaned. “Ever had a cock here?” he whispered close to her ear as he stood behind her. The glide of his fingertip along the strap, lower and lower, but not reaching her anus, then back up to the waistband, made her pussy clench.
She stilled. This was something she’d never tried. Anal. Was it a deal breaker if she said no? Temair hesitated, but didn’t get the chance to answer.
Evan released the leather strip and turned her to face him. “It’s not important.” When she dropped her gaze to the floor, he lifted her chin, making her look at him. “Believe me. There are so many other ways to enjoy sex. When you’re ready, fucking your beautiful ass will be both our pleasure. I promise.”
Temair smiled nervously. “I’ve never tried it.”
“Then maybe we’ll experience a lot of firsts during this visit.”
The promise in his eyes and his tone thrilled her. Damn. He had her willing to try anything as long as he looked at her like that—hot, hungry and ready to please. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Once she was seated, he gathered a stocking in his hand and rolled it with a precise measure of skill.
She arched an eyebrow. “It appears as if you’ve done this before.”
He knelt on one knee, lifted her foot and placed it on his bent knee. “My lady, sexy legs are my passion. And yours are the epitome of beauty and elegance, which turns me on simply by looking at them.” His fingers trembled as he cupped her heel. “Let me dress yours in a fashion in which they so deserve.”
Slow and sensuously, he started at her toes and worked the silk stockings to mid-thigh. After carefully adjusting the stays, he clasped them in place, then administered the same tender care to her opposite leg. Her legs felt exquisite encased in pure, expensive silk. Evan slipped her black leather, open-toed stilettos onto her feet and fastened the straps around each ankle. Gentle strokes up and down her calves made her pussy tighten. When he leaned and nuzzled the leather patch between her thighs, moisture formed in her folds.
“Mmm, I do love the scent of woman and leather,” he sighed, then kissed her thong. In one swift move, he stood. Clearing his throat, he said, “If we keep this up, we’ll never make it to dinner.”
Temair laughed as she accepted his hand. The solid rod in his pants pointed in her direction. She palmed his cock. “We could always stay in and play.”
Evan’s kiss rocked her to her toes. When they separated, he held her steady. “I’ve got plans for you. Trust me. It’ll be worth the wait for both of us.”
When they reached the street, she thought he’d hail a cab, but he didn’t. He tucked her arm in his and set a casual pace. He leaned in close. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s such a nice evening, I thought we’d walk.”
“No, I don’t mind,” she replied, secretly hoping it wouldn’t be far that she’d have to travel in stilettos. They may be sexy to look at, but everyday jaunts at great distances weren’t comfortable, at least not for her. After about two blocks, he broke the silence that had fallen between them.
“In London, I walk everywhere. Ever been to London?”
“I’ve never traveled outside the United States,” Temair admitted.
“It’s similar to New York, with crowds of people on the streets, mass transit and noise.
” He smiled at her as they turned the corner onto Spring Street. “But if you know where to look, you can always find a quiet slice of heaven.”
He led her to the entrance of Trump Soho and the doorman greeted them. Evan escorted her to the elevator. She’d passed the luxury hotel many times in her travels but never entered. It was beautifully decorated. Within a matter of minutes they stood in front of the maître d’ at Quattro where they were seated at a private corner table with a magnificent view of the city.
“I’ve never eaten here.” He leaned toward her. “I hope it lives up to the hype.”
“Me too.” She nodded, trying to hide her nervousness. She noticed a few women stared at her as they were escorted to their table. Was the age difference that obvious? He laid his hand over hers on the table in a natural move of reassurance.
“Temair, I planned everything, including the meal.” He lifted her hand to his lips and released a breath of warm air across her knuckles right before he kissed them. “Relax and simply enjoy. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, hoping she could. At the moment she felt as if everyone’s eyes were on them. She plastered a smile to her face and did a casual glance around the room. No one seemed to even care they were there. No one blatantly stared like she thought. God, she was being silly. Temair relaxed into her chair and decided to take Lisanne’s advice. Go with the flow and see where the ride takes you.
The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine and poured. When he left, Evan took his glass and handed the other to her. “I came here before I picked you up. I chose everything from the wine to the dessert. I didn’t want you to have to worry over a thing. Just sit back, relax and let me please you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in close across the intimate setting for two. “The meal is just the beginning. I promise you a night of pure enjoyment. That is, if you will allow it?”
He lingered near. The question hovered in his eyes, awaiting her answer. No one had ever taken her pleasure from food to sex into consideration and it made her tingle inside. She leaned toward him, rubbing her shoe up and down his calf. She saw desire flame to life in his eyes from her touch and it empowered her. “Evan, I am yours to mold. Show me what it means to be pleasured, entirely.”
