by Reyner, Jade
“Jesus, Elise – you are so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined......” he stopped and held out his hand to pull her forwards. Relief flooding through her, she allowed him to direct her until they were standing toe to toe, her breasts now level with his head.
Gently he skimmed his hands along and up to the side of her breasts before moving across them, brushing her nipples gently with his knuckles. Immediately the nubs hardened and she saw the flash of desire in his eyes as he watched her body’s reaction to his touch. Almost reverently he continued to stare, watching as his hands lifted first one and then the other breasts; taking them in his hands, testing their weight, feeling the curves and the softness, tracing around the nipples and lightly pinching them to even sharper points.
She dropped her head back and sucked in a breath. Her legs were barely supporting her and all conscious thought had left her brain. The urgency with which he fondled her breasts gradually increased and then he lowered his head forwards, gently licking at first and then taking little nips all over her breasts and the exposed top half of her stomach. He pushed her dress lower to allow him to trace circles around her belly button, briefly dipping his tongue inside and then he moved up again taking first one and then the other nipple into his mouth.
Dale had never played with her breasts like this and she found that she was so much more sensitive to it than she had ever realised. As Vaughn continued to tease her nipples she found that she wanted more – harder – and so she pushed onto the back of his head to indicate her desire, wanting more intensity – needing it, even.
He slanted her a quick questioning look and then obliged, sucking and biting her nipple to the edge of pain, both of them now breathing harshly and completely out of control.
“You like it hard, do you, babe? Shit... I can’t get enough of you - you taste so fucking good, Elise...” he mumbled as he buried his head in the valley between her breasts, increasing the pace and the intensity with which he attacked her, sucking harder and biting tender little mouthfuls. The sensation was overwhelming and she felt like she could come undone, right there, right now, with nothing more than his hands and mouth on her breasts. Vaughn must have realised the effect that his actions were having on her and he stopped, looking up at her from under his lashes.
“One day, I am going to make you come just by playing with your breasts – you are so unbelievably sensitive. But not today, babe – I need so much more.”
With that, he moved his hands to her hips and began to push her dress the rest of the way down, exposing her lack of underwear and the lacy hold up stockings. Surprisingly, she felt no embarrassment this time at being bared to him and merely stood as still as her desire would allow whilst he lifted first one and then the other leg to remove her dress completely. He left her heels on, and when he had finished, he sat back on the bed looking her up and down, as if admiring a piece of artwork.
Absently Elise thanked providence that she had decided to have a shave before dinner. Although she always kept the curls at the apex of her thighs (unlike many modern women so Celeste had told her on one drunken occasion), she had trimmed them neatly and felt no shame at Vaughn seeing her like this. She didn’t know which he preferred but this was her way and he could either like it, or lump it.
After watching her for a brief moment he pulled her to him again, this time laying her on the bed. He then stood and removed the remainder of his cloths and she once again got a glimpse of his manhood, standing tall and proud, slightly away from his body. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen and when he returned to the bed, she saw that there was a small bead of moisture at the tip. Boldly, she reached down with her hand and swiped it off before placing her finger in her mouth, mimicking one of the many erotic movements that Vaughn was prone to do.
His eyes darkened to total blackness as he watched her, desire coming off him in waves and he almost growled as he settled down beside her.
“That is what you do to me, Elise,” he whispered intensely, “Seeing you like this, more exquisite than I ever could have imagined....you are testing my control. I want this to be perfect for you, but baby, I have to warn you – I may not be able to hold on for too much longer. You are undoing me, bit by bit by tiny fucking bit.”
She looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek, rubbing her thumb across his lips.
“If it’s any consolation,” she whispered back, “I’m not convinced that I’m too big on control at the moment either.”
This time he did growl as he crushed her to him and fitted their bodies together, aligning them so that they matched perfectly. His mouth found hers as his right hand began a journey downwards, skimming past her breast, over her stomach and coming to rest on her thigh where the lace of the hold ups was.
“These...” he said as he flicked his finger underneath the lace, “have been driving me crazy all night. When I realised what you were wearing under here, I could hardly see straight. When you are with me, this is all you will ever wear – have you got that?”
The tone in his voice brooked no argument, his dominance brought about by desire was taking over and Elise felt a thrill at being under the command of this man. If this was what a pair of lacy hold ups did to him then who was she to argue about wearing them?
“Wouldn’t you prefer full stockings though?” she asked, her mindset still dictated to by ageold clichés.
“Never....especially not on you. These – these are my weakness. Stockings are far too fiddly. These...... these are just perfect.” He continued running his fingers up and around the lace, dipping underneath every now and again and then letting his hand drift lower, over and down the length of her silky smooth leg.
“Your legs are stunning Elise – they need to be showcased. If I had my way you’d be permanently walking around in a short skirt, lacy stockings and no underwear.” He growled. “Unfortunately I, and probably half of the staff, would never get any work done.”
She laughed, her hand continuing to caress the side of his face. She doubted if seeing her like this would have much effect on any of the men that she worked with but she appreciated the sentiment.
He cocked his head to one side, his expression suddenly serious. “I don’t want anyone else to see you like this – ever. Not even your excuse of a husband. I need to know that you will only ever wear these for me. Promise me, Elise? Promise me that you will only ever wear these for me?” His tone was pleading - earnest even - and she felt a thrill run through her as she registered that this was probably a situation he didn’t find himself in very often. He was powerful, commanding, authoritative and in parts, dominant; - to be virtually begging her now, illustrated his level of desire and she once again marvelled at the effect that she appeared to have on him.
“I promise.” She said with complete sincerity. It was an easy promise to make and as the implications sank in, she realised that it was also by far the hottest thing that she had ever agreed to do. To know that she could wear these to work, maybe let him know, maybe not – tease him knowing that he couldn’t touch her, paint endless visual pictures for him – just the thought had her libido in overdrive. She had never considered herself to be attractive but now, all of sudden, lying in this man’s arms she felt beautiful, sexy, desired and she decided there and then that she was going to push her newly found yearnings as far as she could.
An image of Dale popped unbidden into the back of her mind and ruthlessly she pushed it away. As far as she was concerned the physical side of their relationship was over – it had certainly not been consensual for a long time and she realised now that any desire she had thought she felt was nothing compared to what she was experiencing with Vaughn, here and now. She hadn’t told Vaughn yet that she intended to end her marriage – the time hadn’t been right and she didn’t want him to feel responsible. Out of some misplaced obligation, he might potentially say that he wanted to be with her, but faced with the reality of her actually leaving Dale, she wasn’t su
re enough of Vaughn yet to know whether or not he would stay around to support her or bolt and leave her high and dry. That was a conversation that needed to happen - but not tonight. He was right – they both needed to have tonight.
Vaughn had now adjusted his position and was moving his hand back up her legs, dropping tiny little kisses in its wake, slowly working his way back up until he reached the top of her thighs and the junction there. Carefully he nuzzled his lips into her sex and began to lick his way around the edge of her curls. She had never experienced anything this intense and she arched off the bed, grasping at the sheets, writhing around as he continued to torment her with his teeth, his lips, his mouth.
Using his left arm, Vaughn braced it across her stomach to hold her still and then moved his mouth lower, dipping into her with his tongue and lapping at her juices. She cried out at the power of the feelings he was generating, helpless to prevent her arousal building.
“Vaughn...” she cried out, “I can’t hold on....”
He lifted his head and gently blew on her, his mouth moist from his ministrations.
“Try to hold on, baby – I’ll tell you when. Just hold back for me..”
They locked eyes for a brief second and then he dipped his head again.
He re-settled his mouth over her mound but with less force this time, running up and down and over her opening, suckling and lapping. He continued for endless minutes, varying the pressure, the depth, the pattern and the only sound that could be heard in the room was that of Vaughn suckling at the heart of her. Soon she had reached fever point again and began pushing against his arm that was holding her down, trying to wriggle around to get some purchase somewhere, some kind of release. This was the worst kind of torture and just when she thought she really couldn’t take any more, he moved his mouth higher and found the hard nub at the top; flicking over it once, twice, biting it gently and then taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. “Now!” he demanded and she complied, shattering into millions of fragments, bucking on the bed as he continued to torture her with his mouth. The contractions were endless and wracked her whole body. Elise had never before experienced something so strong, so forceful and so passionate and it was a hell of a long way back down. He continued to tease and suckle as she recovered but his pace slowed right down, allowing her time to recuperate and catch her breath.
Vaughn moved back up to her face and kissed her gently, brushing the tendrils of hair away that had escaped from her bun. She could taste her musky scent on his lips as he continued to kiss her and far from being repulsed by it - which she had always thought that she would be - she found it oddly erotic.
“You taste so beautiful, Elise – better than I could ever have imagined. Taste it, babe, all of it.” And he deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue in her mouth; sharing her scent, her flavour, working her back up into a passion again.
“That was amazing...” she murmured, her eyes half closed in the aftermath. She was drowsy but on fire, unable to comprehend the myriad of feelings coursing through her body.
“Don’t you dare go to sleep on me this time!” he warned, “I haven’t finished with you yet!”
“Mmmm? I’m just resting.” And with that she stretched languorously, deliberately reaching her arms above her head to draw attention to her breasts.
Predictably, his eyes widened as he followed her movement so she continued to stretch, turning this way and that, eventually running her hands back down her body and over her breasts before relaxing with a mischievous smile.
His eyes had turned to black and his whole expression had an intensity that she had never seen before. She knew that he was struggling with his control and found that she wanted to wrest it from it – to break him like he had broken her.
Elise continued to fondle her breasts, deliberately lifting them and pulling on her nipples as he had done earlier. Vaughn continued to watch her, his face rigid and she wondered what he was going to do. How far would she have to go to see this powerful man lose control?
Absently she glanced down at his erection, satisfied to note that his ardour had not cooled at all, and then flicked her eyes back up to his as she sat back up so that they were both kneeling opposite each other.
Reaching down she brushed her hand across the tip of him, feeling a bead of moisture leak out. He was stunning, and she ran her hand up and down the length of him, revelling in the tremors that coursed through him as she explored his size. He was certainly well endowed and her mouth watered at the prospect of what he would feel like inside her.
His abs rippled as he moved and she tested out different rhythms with her hand, getting a feel for what he enjoyed. Her pace was increasing and she watched as he let his head drop back, exposing the lines of his throat. She could feel shudders starting to reverberate through him and continued pumping, reaching down to play with the sensitive spot at the base. She loved this - the feel of Vaughn in her hands - and knowing that she had the ability to make him feel like this. If she died right now, she knew that she would be eternally grateful for having experienced a moment as exquisite as this.
Abruptly, Vaughn snapped his head back up and roughly pulled her hand away from him, at the same time pushing her over so that they both ended up lying back down again.
“Enough...” he said, his eyes heavy and almost unfocused. “I have to be inside you.”
Slowly he reached down with his fingers and found her core, caressing her gently as if to test her wetness. She was almost embarrassed to find herself completely aroused again. The sensations that she had experienced whilst caressing him had turned her on and she knew that he would find her ready. Briefly he pushed his fingers inside her and then withdrew them before running them over his cock and coating it with her juices. This was another one of his seriously erotic moves and she watched enthralled as he pumped his fist up and down his length, covering himself in her juices and increasing the pace until he clearly couldn’t stand anymore.
“Are you on birth control?” he ground out, desperation radiating from every pore.
She nodded – she was on the pill but only to regulate her periods. Since they had found out that Dale couldn’t father children, the birth control side of it had become slightly irrelevant.
“I’m clean – I promise,” he said “I have never been with anyone without a condom before and I have been checked. I really need to feel you – all of you. I have to be bare with you Elise - will you let me?”
He continued to stroke himself slowly as she watched and considered. She wanted him, desperately, and she wanted to feel all of him too. She had to take his word and trust him, and ultimately, she knew that she did.
“Yes.....yes” she replied and locked her eyes onto his as he released himself and slowly began to push into her. She stilled momentarily as she adjusted to his size and he paused to allow her to do so, and then he gently pushed in a little bit further. Suddenly, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, he thrust himself the rest of the way until he was buried to the hilt.
He let out an almost agonised groan.”Fuucckkk.... Elise – you have no idea how good that feels...Shit, I’m not going to last long – I hope you’re ready for me baby.”
He began to move and she joined with him, meeting him thrust for thrust as they writhed together on the bed. Vaughn kissed her deeply, wetly and their tongues met, thrusting in time with their bodies. Wet skin slapped against wet skin and time stood still as Elise felt herself falling deeper with this man. He did things to her that she had never imagined possible and she could hardly believe that this was happening to her. She felt a burning and tingling starting at her core and she knew that she was going to find her release again.
Vaughn had increased the speed and he lifted his head to look at her, hair flopping over his face. “Look at me Elise – I need you to keep your eyes open. I need to see you when you come.”
Obligingly, she locked her eyes on his; she couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. The sensations built, the tingling
began to spread throughout her body and she felt her inner muscles tightening against his cock. She could feel him all the way inside of her, pounding relentlessly and she watched as his face twisted almost in agony, and his pupils dilated.
“Shit, Elise...I need you to come with me.... now!” he implored and as if on command she let go, screaming as the overwhelming sensations took over; crying his name and feeling the warmth of his seed as he pumped everything that he had into her. Thrusting until he had nothing left to give, calling out to her, groaning as he drew out the last of his release, circling inside her, pushing one final time.
Their eyes remained locked, open, their emotions raw for each other to see, neither of them willing to look away, to break the moment. Watching each other, cataloguing their every feature as they began to calm, and come down from a high unlike anything Elise had ever experienced before. She had no idea what that had just meant for Vaughn but for her, it had meant everything. More than everything - more than she had ever believed possible.
In that moment, in that space of time, in that hotel room, in that man’s bed, in that man’s arms, she knew with absolute clarity that from here on in, whatever happened and whichever path she followed, nothing in her life would ever be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The conference was in full swing and having already spoken to a number of potential client’s, Elise took a moment to catch up with her paperwork and gather her thoughts.
After experiencing the most mind-blowing sex of her life, she had fallen asleep wrapped in Vaughn’s arms feeling the safest and most content that she had ever felt in her life. He had continued to whisper words into her ear as they had both come back down to earth and then he had tucked her against him, her back to his front and pulled the covers over them, urging her to get some rest.
She had woken some time during the night aware that Vaughn was moving restlessly beside her. He appeared to be in the grips of a nightmare again although this time it was nothing like the previous one she had witnessed. He fidgeted and mumbled a lot but then eventually quietened down and went back to sleep.
