by Fifi Flowers
As he was carrying me to my bedroom, I was questioning myself. What was I doing having a one-night stand? And a one-night stand with a male model? I promised myself this would never happen again, but ooh la la, I couldn't help myself. I wanted him! Between the kitchen and my bedroom I pushed all the doubts from my mind.
Finding my bedroom, Evan released me from his muscular arms, sliding me down his hard body. Turning me around, he moved my hair to one side as he began kissing my neck. Running his tongue along my skin, he moved down my back, unzipping my dress. It fell to the floor and I was left standing in my black lace bra and matching thong. Turning me back into his embrace, he growled, lifting me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. In one swift move, he set me down in the middle of my large soft bed and crawled on top of me. I reached up and pulled him down, plunging my tongue into his mouth. We both moaned with anticipation.
Moving to my neck, licking and nipping at my skin, he unclasped the front of my bra and moved one hand to cup my breast. Kneading and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he moved his mouth to cover the other breast. I moaned and pushed into him wanting more. He switched his mouth to the other breast and slowly slid his hand down my body, across my stomach and into my panties. I gasped as his fingers stroke my burning, moist flesh.
“Oh bébé, you’re so wet for me,” he whispered softly into my ear, nipping my earlobe hard and then licking and sucking it. Gently moving his finger over my folds, one finger curved inside of me as his thumb circled my clit. Panting, I pushed into his hand and he moved with me harder and faster giving my body the stimulation it craved and I screamed as he brought me to a delicious orgasm.
The orgasm was unbelievable, but it only left me wanting more. I wanted to feel the heat and the weight of his body on mine. I wanted to feel his skin pressed against me. I wanted to caress him. I wanted to lick him.
I unbuttoned his shirt kissing his smooth chest as I went. As I slipped his shirt off his strong broad shoulders, revealing his firm biceps, I kissed each one. I ran my hands across his firm pecs. Leaning forward I nipped at each of his hardened nipples. He growled and stiffened as I lightly skimmed across his tight rippling abs and traced his cut v-muscles with my index finger. His tanned skin was so responsive to my touch. Reaching for the waistband of his pants, I unhooked and unzipped them. I slipped my hand down between his hot skin and boxer briefs rubbing his hard length, feeling how big and ready he was for me. I wanted him to fill me now.
With my labored breath it took every ounce of control to form actual words, “Evan, I want to feel you inside me.” He lightly pushed away, stood and removed his pants slowly, too slowly for me. I begged softly, “Please. Pleeeease… hurry.”
Softly growling, Evan whispered, “Be patient, bébé. All good things are worth waiting for, and I promise you, this will be good.” He reached into his pocket before dropping his pants to the ground and rolled a condom onto his long, hard, thick shaft.
In one quick motion, Evan was back on top of me guiding his cock over my clit, circling it, and then rubbing my moist folds. Over and over again his cock circled my hot, swollen clit leaving me dizzy and waiting. The wanting was driving me mad. I grasped the bed sheets to keep control when I really wanted to scream “Fuck me now!” It felt amazing, but it was not enough. I wanted him to stop torturing me! I wanted him to give me what I want. Slowly he slid in and out, inching in a little more each time until he filled me. I’d never felt anything like this. My head was clouded by desire. My body was flooded with sensations I had never felt before.
He whispered sweet words; his breath was hot against my ear. “You are so tight and so wet for me, bébé. I don’t think I ever want to leave your pussy.”
“Ooh, mon dieu!” I moaned at his words, moving with him thrust for thrust. We moved faster and faster until suddenly I couldn't take it. I wanted it harder…
“Fuck me. Harder. Please.” I was feeling out of control as he was thrusting and plunging deep and hard. “Mmmm. Just. Like. That. Oh. Don’t. Stop.”
“Bébé. You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.” Evan was panting, increasing his speed.
We screamed each other’s name as we released together. I couldn't believe how hard I was pulsing around his cock. He kissed me forcefully then pulled out of me. I felt an instant sense of loss, but he rolled me next to him and pulled me tightly to his chest.
Being in this man’s arms was indescribable. It had been too long since I’d felt such warmth. I think the truth was I’d never experienced the way I felt about him right now. How? How can I feel something so deep for him so quickly? What was it about him that feels so right? It didn’t feel wrong to be with him. He was practically a stranger, but so familiar. There was a connection to him. I did't think I was imagining it. Or was I? Was I just another female enthralled with his beauty?
“Bébé, what are you thinking about?” He nibbled at my earlobe.
There was no way I would tell him what I was actually thinking, so I told him what I hoped would entice him to keep his firm hold on me. I purred softly into my pillow, “How good you feel wrapped around me.”
“I can make you feel even better.” He turned me to face him and even in the dark those eyes penetrated my heart.
“Mmmm… how can you do that?”
“Let me show you.” He captured my mouth as he slid me under his body. “I’ll give you a full demonstration.” I giggled and surrendered my body to his full control.
“Oh mon dieu.” I may never survive this.
WHO IS THIS woman and what has she done to me? I can't remember not wanting to run, not wanting to sneak out of bed and out the door to avoid the awkward morning scenes. Usually after a night of fucking I was ready to move on, but there was something about Melissa. Sex had always been just sex to me, getting each other off and saying goodbye. It wasn’t that I didn't care about who I was with. I did. I just never had any intentions of letting anything become more than I wanted it to be. It’s crazy, but I find myself wanting to pleasure Melissa until she is completely consumed with me. I wanted her obsessed with me. I wanted her to beg me to never leave her because I didn't want to be without her. How was it conceivable to think that she was “the one” after only a few hours of being with her? I felt so comfortable being with her. Something about her was so familiar, but it wasn’t something I could put my finger on.
When I woke up this morning in her bed, my first thought was that I want more of her. She looked so beautiful with her golden blonde hair fanned out across her pillow. Long dark lashes resting on her rosy cheeks, and oh that mouth, full pale red lips; a perfect fit for mine. Instead of attacking her as I wanted to, I let her sleep. Getting up, I pulled on my pants and headed for the kitchen.
In the light of day, I got a better view of her apartment. Across the hall from the master bedroom was a library paneled in dark wood with bookcases from floor to ceiling. A sliding ladder hung on rollers that ran the length of the cases. One diamond-tucked sofa covered in caramel colored leather faced two matching chairs. An ornate wooden table was placed between them. It was all extremely masculine except for some fancy pillows and romantic novels stacked on the table along with an illustrated Kama Sutra coffee table book. Interesting.
Crossing through the living room, I saw two large undressed windows that looked out onto the park. The view reminded me of being in a tree-house; lush green tops of the trees against the backdrop of the buildings that ran along Fifth Avenue on the opposite side of the park. Between the two windows was a fireplace surrounded by an ornately carved white marble mantle. A black grand piano sat in front of one of the windows, I wondered if she played. The furnishings in the room were ridged; two sofas faced each other, covered in traditional dark grey brushed velvet with pale grey piping. A glass top coffee table between the sofas was topped with a few art books. The only signs of a female touch were a few decorative pillows that looked as if they have been tossed onto the sofas without much thought.
Next to the l
iving room, two doors opened into a dining room. A large standard rectangular wood table with plain wood chairs was placed in the center of the room. A row of candles in simple glass holders served as its centerpiece. The only item that stood out in the room that remotely reminded me of Melissa was the crystal chandelier. It had a French flair, and it was beautiful, like her.
Moving through a swinging door, I entered the kitchen. I hadn't paid much attention to it last night because I was so turned on by the vision sitting on the island in front of me. Now standing the kitchen, I noted the cabinetry was a natural wood colour and the appliances were stainless steel. Again the lighting fixtures captured me; four pendants above the island appeared to be the only personal touch in the room. There was a big window with an area perfect for an eat-in table that sat empty. Empty. That's how the apartment felt; empty of emotion, nothing like the beautiful woman who was full of emotion last night as I fucked her.
Across the hall from the kitchen, there were two more rooms; a guest room with an en-suite bathroom and a powder room off the hallway. The powder room had plain fixtures; stark and without decoration. The guest room looked like a hotel room; no personal touches and definitely no warmth. It was furnished with a standard queen-size bed and two nondescript nightstands topped with plain lamps. Opposite the bed was a dresser with a flat screen TV and DVD machine. Some exercise DVDs sat next to the player and on the floor were some hand weights and a yoga mat. The en-suite bathroom was minus any décor besides towels on a rack. There was a walk-in closet that looked like a storage facility filled with shipping boxes marked with her last name along with the words "mom" and "dad." Large unpacked, taped up boxes had gym equipment in them; a treadmill, elliptical machine, and exercise bike. Melissa definitely had a very fit body and now I knew why.
Trying to figure out the puzzle to this apartment, I headed back to the kitchen in search of food to make breakfast. I brewed some coffee with something else that reminds me of Melissa; a French press. I sliced up some fruit I found in her refrigerator and warmed up two croissants I found in a white paper bakery bag on the counter. On a small tray I arranged the croissants, coffee, fruit, cream and sugar along with two French bistro cups that also reminded me of her.
Returning to the master bedroom, I set the tray on one of the modest wood nightstands and looked around the room. I took note of the lack of personality in her private space, similar to what I found throughout her whole apartment. It felt like a hotel. A place to stay but not to live. There were a couple touches that screamed Melissa; a playful leopard faux throw at the end of the bed and a hot pink French club chair that sat in one corner. Once again, there were no curtains, nothing to soften the edges of the large stark windows that took up most of one wall.
The en-suite bathroom, however, seemed to fit her. I could see by the collection of bath products, along with flowers and candles that she loved taking baths. I could also envision a lot of playtime ahead for us in that tub.
Her walk-in closet was filled with her scent; an enticing bouquet of jasmine, orange blossoms with a slight hint of vanilla. Strappy sandals, flat and high heeled, appeared to be her favourite type of footwear. The colourful handbags, scarves, and hats hanging in this space represented how I saw Melissa; playful and fun.
Hearing some movement of the sheets, I walked out of the closet and gazed at the sleepy gorgeous figure nestled in the plain beige and white linens. I moved to her, she stretched exposing her lush breasts. I growled and hardened.
“Hey sexy!” I leaned over and attacked those great lips. “Ready for some coffee and fruit?”
“Mmmm. No coffee. No fruit. Just you!”
She didn't need to convince me. I dropped my pants and slipped between the sheets to be with her. Right where I wanted to be.
Abruptly, she flipped back the covers and crawled over me, her gorgeous ass up in the air. I reached out and ran my hand down her body, “Oh bébé, your body makes me so fucking hard.”
She laughed and the plate of fruit she was reaching for went flying all over the bed and us. Moving the plate back to the nightstand she picked up a red, ripe, juicy strawberry bit it and made some yummy noises saying how delicious it was. Juice was dripping down her chin. I licked it off. She took another bite, rubbing the strawberry all over her lips and finished the strawberry. I attacked her mouth. Our tongues were sliding and twisting, doing a mating dance.
Breaking our kiss, Melissa pushed me back and bit into another strawberry. I watched her, anticipating her next move. She leaned forward, close to my face. I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she slid the juicy berry along my bottom lip then sucked it into her mouth. I moaned and reached for her, but she pulled back shaking her head no. With the strawberry still in her hand she ran it down my neck, her tongue following its path. My Melissa was toying with me. With a giggle and a naughty look on her beautiful face, she playfully rubbed it across my chest then continued her downward journey with the fruit and her tongue.
“You're driving me crazy, bébé.”
“I'm just getting started.” She moved down to my stomach. “Look what I found” as she picked up a slice of cantaloupe stuck to my abs. She took a bite and licked the spot where she found it and then raised up and fed me the rest of the slice.
I said nothing. My eyes were locked with hers as I opened my mouth and took a bite of the cantaloupe.
“Tastes even better served from your body,” she murmured as she lightly trailed her tongue down my chest.
“Awwww, you're killing me, bébé.”
Giggling she looked up at me. I winked back at her. Her tongue licked and flicked at the tip of my engorged cock. I growled at her as she started running her tongue up and down my shaft.
“Oh yeah,” I whispered to myself, “You know just what I like.”
“Mmmm” is all I heard as she moved her hand to the base of my cock and slipped me into her warm, inviting mouth. Her mouth felt like velvet as it clamped around me. She slowly sucked me in inch by inch as she stroked and squeezed me.
Moaning, panting, I reached down to pull her up. “I can't take much more, bébé.”
She pushed my hands away.
“Ssssh. Let me finish.” She sucked me harder, taking me deeper into her mouth. I screamed her name and released into the back of her throat. She licked me clean. Sitting back, Melissa grabbed another piece of fruit, sucked on it and awarded me with a sexy as hell smile as she crawled back up next to me. She bit off a piece of the fruit and stuck the other half into my mouth. She's incredibly hot. I wanted her to be mine. I could look at her all day, sucking her swollen, puffy red lips; I could kiss those lips forever. Where are “mine” and “forever” coming from?
I rolled her back, squishing fruit into the bed. I scooped up some mashed fruit, rubbed it on her neck and licked it off.
“Mmmm, you're right. The fruit does taste delicious served from your body.”
Taking a strawberry, I bit it and rubbed it on her nipples. I feasted on her breasts, loving how her nipples hardened and responded to my touch. Hearing her moans, I grabbed more fruit. Rubbing it on her stomach, I devoured every last bite.
Grabbing a piece of banana, I gave her an evil look. Her breath caught in anticipation as she watched me lower the banana between her legs. Licking her lips, she started breathing in soft gasps. “What are you going to do with that?”
I raised an eyebrow at her and rubbed the firm banana across her folds. I heard a sharp gasp escape her lips, followed by moaning as I continued sliding the banana around her clit before I moved it further down and slipped it inside of her.
“Ooh mon dieu, monsieur. What are you doing to moi?” I loved her little French outbursts.
Pulling out the piece of banana, I popped it into my mouth. “Oh my, bébé, you taste so delicious.” I whispered, my breath hot on her clit. I replaced the banana with my tongue, plunging in and out of her delicious pussy, sliding my tongue along her folds and then sucking her clit into my mouth. Inserting o
ne finger then another into her, I fucked her with my fingers until she was screaming my name, thrusting her mound into my mouth and grabbing my hair tightly in her fists. I held her waist tight and licked her until her climax eased.
After placing a few kisses on her hip, I moved up her body and captured her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lacing her fingers into my hair, tugging me closer to deepen the kiss. Sitting up, I scooped her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom. “Time to wash off the fruit, bébé.”
“I don't think I will ever look at a plate of fruit the same way again,” Melissa giggled.
“Me either.” I laughed.
With Melissa in my arms, I stepped into her walk-in shower and turned on the water, waiting until the temperature was just right before stepping into the warm spray. I started to slide her down my body as the water cascades over us. Feeling my erection against her, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, rubbing herself against me. Making me even harder. I wanted to be in her.
“Hold on tight, bébé. Time for a ride.” I pushed her up against the shower wall as I plunged into her, “You're so wet and tight. I love how you feel, ma cherie.”
“Aah, monsieur, what you do to moi,” she moaned into my ear.
Picking up the pace, we met each other thrust for thrust. I devoured her mouth mimicking our fucking until I could barely breathe. We were in perfect rhythm with each other. We were both moaning and screaming, coming together. I was delirious with desire.
Reluctantly, I separated us. Lowering her, I reached for the shampoo. I have had many women ask me to wash their hair, and I have done as they have requested. But never before have I been so moved to do this without prompting, to give this beautiful woman the deeply erotic sensation of having a man who desperately wanted to please her, wash her hair. With slow gentle strokes, I lathered the shampoo into her thick hair. My fingers moved slowly. Expertly. They kneaded over and around her head as I massaged her to a place of intimate pleasure. Moaning softly, she tilted her head back into my hands, asking for more. Never had this been such a sensuous and sexual experience for me. As the soaps rinsed from her hair, I found myself memorizing her skin, memorizing what it felt like to touch her. As I reached for the soap and move it over the skin I have so closely studied, I wonder if I would be given the chance to do this again and again and again. Pushing aside those thoughts, I washed my own hair and then with a little help from her, I washed my body as quickly as I can. I didn't want her to do anything for me right now. I wanted it to be all for her. For my Melissa. For ma cherie.
