by M. O. Kenyan
When the elevator door opened he whispered a silent prayer of thanks. This woman was going to eat him up. Right before him were bread crumbs leading him to the sweetest treasure he was sure he would ever taste. He picked up one of her shoes, walked around the corner and found the other. He walked a few paces and there in front of the door was the dress that she had worn at the club. The sexy red number stared at him, mocking him, inviting him. The door was slightly ajar as he looked at the apartment number—306. He vowed never to forget those three lovely numbers. They would hold a whole new meaning to him now. He picked up the red dress and rubbed it against his cheek. The fabric was soft, and soon he would be feeling Catalella’s smooth skin against his and her velvety center around him.
He pushed the door open and there in the dimly lit room stood the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
* * * *
Catalella was hyperventilating. Her sister, Lisette, and Darcy, her assistant, had told her that sex was like riding a bike. You never forget the skill you possess. But she didn’t have the experience. She hadn’t had sex for the last two years she was married to Michael. He couldn’t bear touching her—her skin was rubbery and there was this foul odor emanating from her. All the chemicals that were being fed into her were making her body undesirable. Then, four years after Michael, she had never brought a man to her bed. She didn’t want anyone to see her naked, to see the disapproving glare in their eyes that made her feel ugly. But here she was in her black lace underwear, waiting for a stranger to approve of her, to accept her.
She hadn’t thought about changing her mind. This was her chance to grab the bull by its horns—although in this instance she was going for a different part of the bull. Catalella grabbed the bottle of red wine and opened it. She poured it into two glass and picked them up as she moved beside the door to lean against the wall. Catalella took a couple of deep breaths and, when she heard his footsteps come closer to her door, she held it.
Rich pushed the door open and Catalella watched as he walked in with her clothes in his hands. She guessed that leaving her clothes in the corridors was a good idea after all. She waited until he stepped deeper into the room, before pushing the door closed with her behind.
“Hi,” she said mastering her sexiest voice yet. “I was wondering if you got lost on the way.”
Rich turned around and stared at her. His eyes widened, wild and dark with desire. He tossed her clothes to the floor and took a step towards her. He laid his palms against the door behind her, trapping her between his arms. He leaned in for a kiss and Catalella used her lips to tease his. She thought she would feel claustrophobic with him in her space but she wanted him to get closer.
“I actually did get lost,” he mumbled as his lips caressed her neck and kissed behind her ear. “But your trail of bread crumbs led me here.”
“I’m glad.” She held the drinks up to him.
“The only thing I want to drink is you,” he groaned.
“Hold them for me.” She gasped as he took her ear between his teeth and gently bit down.
Rich stood back and gave her a curious gaze. He looked as disappointed as she felt having his body away from hers. But she needed her hands free so that she could feel him. “I need your hands occupied so that I can do this.” She skimmed her hands under his shirt and onto his well-packed abs, her fingers kneading into his muscled flesh and smoothing up his back. “I want to take my feel before you maul me.”
He growled at her and that commanded her body to shiver in response. “Maybe we should get rid of the drinks.” She took the glasses from him and walked across the room to her dining table.
* * * *
Rich swallowed hard and he watched her ass twitch as she walked away from him. Her underwear clung to her butt, caressing the fleshy body part. All he wanted to do was to reach out and grab her. Her strapless bra supported her full breasts. The dark color of the lace complemented her toffee-colored skin. She had a sexy figure and all he wanted to feel were her full thighs around his waist, holding him tightly in place.
Catalella sat on the dining table and crossed her legs, enjoying how his eyes darkened as he watched her. With her finger she signaled Rich to come towards her.
Rich bit back a curse as Catalella bit her finger. She had this innocent little look on her face but her eyes told the treachery she was planning. Her body called out to him, but when she held out her hand to stop him, he whimpered in disappointment.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you have all you clothes on and I’m down to my unmentionables.” She chuckled.
“What you’re wearing is something to be mentioned.”
“Or maybe I should put my dress back on?”
Rich had fantasized about peeling that dress off her lovely body. But, having her in front of him almost naked and ready, he couldn’t bear the thought of her covered up. “You do that and I will spank you.”
“Ow.” She bit her lower lip. “I might like that.”
Rich pulled his shirt over his head and Catalella watched in awe as his muscles bunched and rippled with his every movement. He bent and pulled his sneakers and socks off. Her eyebrows rose in wonder as he unbuttoned his jeans and let them hang around his waist.
Catalella hissed as she bit back an oath. Rich’s body seemed to have been sculpted. His full-muscled shoulders carried thick, well-toned arms. His chest was taut and strong and, although he didn’t have a six pack, his belly was tight. She wanted to reach out and touch him. And, as if he had heard her thoughts, Rich was standing in front of her, between her legs.
He pulled her closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Rich pressed a kiss on her throat, gently pushing her back to lie down on the table. Catalella felt a shiver of anticipation and a hint of her climax rush through her as his erection pushed against her center. She could feel how hard for her he was and yet he did nothing to quench his hunger.
Catalella got fed up with waiting. In strained, breathy sounds she asked. “What are you waiting for? Don’t tease me.”
Rich chuckled in between kisses, his warm breath caressing her hot neck. “It’s not my intention to tease you. Besides, I want to get you so needy that when I finally take you, you’ll shatter in my arms.” He bit on her earlobe and her body arched off the table as his hands caressed her body. “I want to memorize every inch of your body.”
Catalella pushed him off and got into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around him, trapping him in place. She giggled at the shocked reaction on his face, but his eyes still held the burning desire. She felt him getting harder and bigger and decided to take over the seduction. She realized Rich was one to take his time, but Catalella wanted…no, desperately needed…a sprint to the finish just this once.
“You have the whole night to commit my body to memory. Right now—” She tugged at his fly and pulled the band of his underwear as her hands slipped into his shorts. Her fingers curled around his hard flesh as a gasp escaped her lips and a groan hissed through his. “This is what I want.”
Mercilessly, she got a hard grip around him and tugged him even closer. He hissed once more, whether in pain or satisfaction she didn’t know. Part of her didn’t care, as long as the thing didn’t break off. She nibbled on his chin, watching the emotions play out on his face while his eyes closed. Her palms and fingers massaged his shaft, taking in his true length as he kept on getting even harder. His was huge…blessed was the right word. She didn’t think she would be able to fit all of him inside her.
A hiss and his fingers digging into her thighs brought Catalella’s eyes back to his face. He whimpered and she laughed. As soon as the sound left her lips she regretted it. Rich’s eyes flew open and there was no amusement in them. The baby blues darkened. She didn’t have time to figure out what his stern gaze meant. Rich pulled her hand out of his shorts. She heard him push his jeans and shorts down before he grabbed her once more.
Rich pulled her to him. Catalella let out a cry as her body fell back on
the table. Without any warning Rich had shoved his aching member inside her to the hilt. He didn’t take the time to let her body accommodate his. Her games had left him aching to the point of pain. His hands trembled as he tried his best to hold onto her fleshy thighs. He could feel his whole body tremble as sweat streaked down his face. He forced himself to restrain the urge to pull out and pump into her until he was wrung out and she was begging for more or for mercy. It wasn’t until he saw her body tremble that he realized that she had come.
Catalella’s eyes flew open. Rich and her climax had taken her by surprise. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her body trembling. With her legs she pulled him closer, urging him on. Her body rose and fell as his moved within her. She hadn’t ever had such a powerful orgasm and all she wanted was to feel another one crash into her. She watched…his jaw clenched, his muscles tight, and sweat glistened on his rock hard chest. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her, but there would be time for that later.
When his eyes shut tight Catalella sat up, making sure that he didn’t slip out of her. The overwhelming need to hold him when they both climaxed together came over her. She could feel his orgasm coming on and it was calling to hers. She held him tight as he lifted her off the table, his hands shifting from her hips to hold on to her ass. Pumping harder and faster, he threw his head back as he moaned out his climax, and Catalella bit into his shoulder to stifle her own cry.
* * * *
Rich didn’t think he had the strength to move from where he stood. He held Catalella tight in his arms and he thought of where to set her down. He looked over at the table. It was wet with sweat.
“I have a feeling that dinner will never be the same again.” He chuckled as she pushed back her hair.
“I don’t use it.” Catalella breathed out her response. “I should probably get down.”
“No, I like holding you like this. You feel so tiny in my arms.” He pressed a kiss on her temple. “I have to find the strength to get us from here to the sofa over there.”
“We could sit on the floor. I won’t mind. Besides, you’re trembling.” She gave him a worried look and he couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“My body is just trying to recuperate. I should have heeded your warning back at the club.” The confused look on her face told him she didn’t understand. “When you asked if I could keep up?”
Catalella laughed. “I was terrified. That was definitely not me. I knew you would swallow me whole but I was determined to put in my share.” She leaned back and looked at him.
Rich knew what that look meant. Her desire hit him so hard he thought he would crumble to his knees. “Give it half an hour. If you feed me, I will get my strength back a lot faster.”
He lifted her and set her on her feet. Rich frowned when he realized she still had her underwear on. Her full breast was hidden away from him, and her panty grasped the same ass that was in his hands a moment ago.
“How did you manage to have sex with me when I still had my panties on?” She chuckled as she walked past him.
“You were demanding. I didn’t think you would appreciate the extra second it would take to take them off.” He slapped her ass. “Dear God, that body is going to be the death of me.”
Catalella chuckled as she bent over.
“Don’t move.” Rich hissed. He imagined himself sinking inside her from behind. He shivered from the thought as his shaft begun to show signs of life.
“I don’t want you passing out on top of me. I don’t think I could move you.” She smiled at him as she picked up his T-shirt. “I’ll feed you then you can show me what else you have in your hat of tricks.”
“You promise?” He gave her a devilish grin as he pulled his pants up.
She slipped the shirt on then walked back to him. She rose to her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his neck. “I promise.”
“You look so sexy in my shirt.” He groaned as he pulled her against him.
* * * *
They lay on the floor, their breaths labored and their bodies spent and drenched in sweat. Catalella laid her head on his shoulder as he held her hand.
“Dining table, kitchen counter, sofa, shower then the carpet,” she tallied. “There’s only one place left—the bedroom.”
“Uh-huh.” Rich breathed out. “I’ve been saving that for last. I thought we could end this suicidal sex marathon in bed and we could easily fall asleep after.”
He realized he had invited himself to spend the night—actually the rest of the morning—in her bed without asking. Rich didn’t want to be away from her. It was nearly three o’clock and they had been at it for hours, and yet it didn’t seem like it was enough. Was it wrong of him to want to spend every single night like this, next to her, inside her and just holding her?
“I want to hold you while you sleep,” he mumbled as he kissed her forehead. “I don’t ever want to leave you. I want to spend the rest of my life like this. If I could I would hold back the sun.”
“When the sun comes up, you’ll find that you don’t want to be here anymore,” she said as she sat up. Catalella grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
“I do not lie, my little orchid. I try to be honest with everyone around me because I expect the same from them.” He sighed. “Sure, I may leave some aspects of my life out, but that doesn’t mean I want to intentionally hurt someone.” She didn’t seem to respond to him so he went on. “You are beautiful and smart and sexy and wild and gentle all at the same time. I can’t promise you much, but I can promise you that there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be.”
“I’m not wild,” Catalella said, a hint of despair in her voice. “I used to be great company. But life happened. I stay away from everything emotional. It’s better for me that way—I’m comfortable.”
“How about we take it one step at a time?” Rich pulled her back in his arms and lay down with her. “What is the one thing you have always wanted to do but kept yourself from doing it?”
“Dance.” Her response was fast and sure.
“But you danced last night.”
“That was the first time in years.” She chuckled.
“Do you mind dancing for me now?”
“Like what…a strip tease?”
“I already got you stripped, but something like that.”
Catalella stood up and rushed to the sound system that she never used. She'd only bought it because the entertainment system filled a gap in the wall that left the room unbalanced. The music CDs that she bought also served for decorative purposes. She sat in front of the CD stand, staring at the music that seemed to stare back at her. She hadn’t kept up with the latest tunes—she only bought stuff Darcy or Lisette said was good.
“Beyonce,” she mumbled to herself. “You can never go wrong with Beyonce.”
“That’s true,” she heard Rich say.
She grabbed the CD and scrolled through the list and, as if fate had intervened, the song stared right at her…Dance for you. She let it play as she ran into her bedroom.
“Where are you going?” Rich shouted after her.
Minutes later, Catalella already had the tune pegged and the lyrics in mind when she stepped out.
* * * *
Rich had pulled his jeans back on, leaving his boxers off. He didn’t know what exactly Catalella was planning, but the song itself already had him riled up. When the lights suddenly dimmed his interest peaked and he took a seat in the armchair, directly in front of the bedroom door. He sat up immediately Catalella walked out of the room, her hips swaying from side to side. She leaned on the wall as her hands moved up and down her hips, lifting his T-shirt high enough for him to get a glimpse of the red lace. Catalella moved to the lyrics, dropping and swaying.
She moved towards him, light on her feet as if she were floating. Catalella sat on his hips and began grinding on him. Rich dug his fingers into the leather chair. He didn’t trust himself to let go once he had a hold on her. She seemed to enjoy he
r seductive dance and he didn’t want to ruin it for her. But when she pulled his shirt off, and the red lace that held her full breasts in place was in plain sight, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore.
He rose with her, holding her in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. Every single encounter before then had been rushed, but right now he wanted to take his time.
“I know we rushed the first few times. But I want to take my time now.” He set her on her feet as he kissed her. But then he pulled back in a panic.
“What is it?”
“Oh shit, I don’t believe I didn’t think of this before. I’m such an idiot.”
“What is it?”
“We didn’t use protection.” He swore, angry with himself.
“Is there anything I should be worried about?” Catalella asked, his worry beginning to get to her.
“Except getting pregnant, nothing,” he promised.
Catalella sat on his lap and lifted his face so that he could look at her. She couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m barren.”
“What?” Rich was overwhelmed by the feeling of loss. He had just met this woman, had mind blowing, incredible sex with her, a few seconds ago he was afraid that he had knocked her up and now knowing that she couldn’t have his kids broke his heart.
“You don’t have to worry. The other reason my husband left me is because I’m half a woman.” She laughed once again.
Rich could hear the despair in her tone. The laugh was meant to hide all the pain she was feeling. It was like she was laughing at herself and her misfortune. “I’m sorry.”
Rich froze when she kissed him. The desperation in the kiss was staggering. He didn’t know whether or not he should kiss her back or talk to her. But when she pushed her body against his as her kisses deepened he realized that she needed something else from him. She wanted to forget and he was the only one who could help keep her pain at bay at the moment. He laid her on the bed and took it slow, making love to her till the early hours of the morning.
