by Opal Carew
She put her thumbs into the band of her panties.
As she did he stalked closer, drawing to halt right in front of her.
Her heart thundered in her chest.
"Don't stop on my account," he said.
She eased the fabric down her hips. When she stepped out of the lace, he reached in and inserted his fingers into the groove of her sex. Inhaling sharply, Naomi had to grab a nearby chair to save herself from falling over.
"You're wet." He smiled widely. "When did you start thinking about this, about us having sex?"
"When you watched me on the running machine. I wanted you before then, but the way you looked at me...it made me think it might happen."
He nodded. "Let's leave the stockings on."
"Okay." He didn't remove his fingers. The contact was maddening.
His gaze locked with hers. He looked deadly serious. "I want you to surrender to me, totally. I know how much you want to. Don't be afraid. Just close your eyes and let it happen."
Right now it would be impossible to close her eyes to the current view, his sculpted features so close, so intent, so possessive as he looked at her. "I'll try," she whispered.
"Good. Now you've got one rule to follow."
"Only one?"
"Yes." He pushed his hand deeper between her thighs, cupping and clutching her pussy in his palm. "You're not allowed to come until I say so, and be warned – it won't be until my cock is deep inside you."
Instinctively she pressed forward into his hand. Then her body wavered because she realized the implications in his warning. If he kept touching her like this he could make his rule impossible to obey. Her clit pulsed wildly and it took all her effort not to push down into the hard cup of his palm for relief.
Smiling knowingly, he withdrew his hand. "Your patience will be rewarded."
She swallowed down her frustration.
He pulled off his tie, casting it aside. "Let's take this to bed, get comfortable."
Naomi found her hand in his as he swept her off to his bedroom. She had to race to keep up with him. As she did she caught sight of herself in a full–length mirror as they passed – looking like some wild-eyed nymph in stockings being led off by her lover. Is this really happening?
The bedroom was another well furnished suite-like room, except the bedcovers were all black and sumptuous looking. That was a personal touch of his, she was sure of it. When she paused to look around he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, dropping her to the surface unceremoniously.
Bouncing on the mattress, astonished, she laughed in disbelief.
He sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs, bending her knees and planting her feet flat to the surface of the bed.
The laugher faded on her lips.
In a single swift, brazen movement he'd put everything on display.
With one finger he teased open the lips of her pussy and looked at her. "Don't forget my instructions. No coming until I say so."
Then he bent over and licked her – long and slow, back and forth – from her opening to her apex and back, each time circling her clit.
She pressed back against the pillows, wave after wave of pleasure flooding over her.
"You taste good," he said as he lifted his head.
She turned her face away, unable to bear the directness of his words.
"Have I embarrassed you?" He arrested the hood of her clit between two fingers and rolled them.
Stunned, she could hardly get her brief answer out. "No."
"Are you sure?" He tweaked her clit.
"Oh. Fuck." She writhed on the bed. "A bit, yes, but I'll get over it."
He laughed.
She was desperate for release and yet afraid of how consumed she was by this experience. This man, what was he doing to her? Owning you. The voice in her head led a shiver through her.
Her back arched, the tension in her body excruciating. I'm going to come. He's going to make me come.
She didn't want to though, she wanted it just as he had described – with his cock inside her.
He ducked his head again, took another lick, his tongue moving from her opening up to her clit, spreading her juices. Then he pushed his tongue inside her.
It was sweet, slow torture. "Lucas, be careful…"
He put his hands around her inner thighs, holding her open. The stubble on his chin felt brusque against her sensitized folds. It only turned her on more.
Moaning loudly, she clutched at the bed covers with her hands.
Just as she was about to come, he shifted and rolled her over – so she was face down on the bed – and slapped his hand against her bottom.
"You were about to come weren't you?"
"No..."
"I think you were." He tutted gently, then slapped her bottom again.
"Oh god!"
He spanked her again. "You like that, huh?"
The stinging slap led a dark thrill through her, wiring her whole body. It was presumably given as a warning not to come, but it made her want to come even more. She tried to lift up on her elbows, and managed to look back at him through her hair. "How did you know I would?"
Lucas chuckled. "Any woman who single handedly starts her own business in the fashion world is clearly up for some pain."
She laughed, she couldn't help it. It was so true.
Then he spanked her again, three times in quick succession.
"Oh, my god." She panted loudly, and her head dropped, her hair hanging over her face. He slapped again, on the other buttock. When she moaned, he gave her another round.
Her buttocks hummed with heat and her clit was practically twitching. She had to come soon. She was right there on the edge. Every inch of her was aware of him and his touch on her body. She was keyed up to the max and dying for him to make love to her.
"This is so …intense." She felt light headed as she said it.
He rolled her onto her back and stared down at her. "You haven't played this way before?"
Leaning over her on the bed, poised over like a predator examining its captive, he observed her as he waited her response. The weight of his gaze was almost too much.
"Not like this, not like you." The touch of the bed cover on her tender bottom smarted.
He put one hand on the pillow next to her head. The other moved to her left breast. His fingertips were gentle as they circled her nipple, then he pinched her, hard.
Gasping, she shook her head in denial. Her face flamed. "You're going to make me come, please. I want to do as you asked."
One corner of his mouth lifted.
"You're loving every moment of this," she accused.
"Very astute." Moving his hand around her right breast, he cupped it, squeezing the nipple, then tweaked it. He watched her every response, like he was testing her and noting the reaction to every touch.
Naomi bit her lip.
Rising to his feet, he undid the button on his crisp shirt and peeled it off.
His chest was every bit as large and physically fit as she had imagined, and she stared in awe at his muscular physique, his tight abs and narrow hips. He pulled his belt free from the waist of his trousers and dropped it to the floor, kicking off his shoes and socks too. A knowing smile lifted one corner of his mouth as he undressed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom packet and tossed it onto the bed beside her.
She watched as he undid his suit pants and let them fall to the floor. Tight white jockeys were molded around his upright cock, and she stared as he took them off, her core clenching with need. His cock stood long and hard and proud as he cast aside the last of his clothing.
Every inch of her skin tensed in expectation as he rolled the rubber sheath down his shaft. In a flash he was over her. Kneeling on the bed, he hauled her closer, wrapping her legs around his hips. Everything he did was so deliberate, so startling. Naomi could only go with it and enjoy the ride.
He bent over her and directed his cock to her slick opening.
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br /> Gripping his shoulders, her sex clenched onto the hard intrusion as he eased inside. His eyes flashed darkly, his smile a promise of what was to come. He lifted her legs higher against his hips, angling their bodies, and thrust deeper, giving her his full length.
"Oh, yes!" Her sex stretched and then contracted wildly, embracing the length of him when he drew back and drove inside her again.
He nodded at her, each thrust he made slow and deliberate, so maddeningly slow, but so filled with purpose. All the time his gaze never left hers.
Each thrust bordered on too much, and yet each thrust unleashed a deeper realm of pleasure. She gave guttural responses, unable to verbalise her feelings. Her orgasm was on the horizon, threatening to overwhelm her.
"You've been very patient," he whispered, "You can come now."
She saw the restraint in him – it was there in the tension in his body, the tone of his voice, and the concentration in his eyes. He wanted them to come together, that's why he'd made her wait so long. And he was nearly there.
Her neck arched. She trembled, and her first wave of release rolled over her.
"Lucas!" Clinging to him, she ground her hips against his, her emotions soaring when she reached climax and liquid pleasure poured through her.
She saw his eyes shut tight for a moment before he focused on her again, gazing into her eyes as his body grew tense with imminent climax, the muscles in his neck standing out. Then he moved and his thumb made contact with her clit.
The pressure of his thumb shifted her into top gear and she was right there all over again, a sparkling orgasm building.
"Oh, oh!" Her groin was on fire, and she half sat, her hands clawed at his shoulders as her second orgasm roared in on her.
She clung to him when it hit, melting into him in every way.
Lucas's head dropped and he locked his hands on her hips, his body stilling.
Wedged deep, his rock-hard cock jerked over and over as he came.
Her core was still in spasm, rippling around his erection.
They'd come together.
"Worth the wait?" he murmured.
"Well worth the torturous wait," she said, with a soft laugh, then pulled him down to meet her grateful kiss.
Chapter Four
When Naomi awoke on Saturday morning Lucas was propped on one elbow looking down at her.
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Not when there's a beautiful woman like you in my bed to admire."
Did it happen often? she wondered.
"So, what were your plans for the day?" he asked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
It put her at her ease though, which was just as well because it felt strange being there, in the cold light of day. He made it easier. "I was planning to go on the London Eye. I like to do it every time I visit, see what's changed on the London skyline. It's like a ritual."
"Good. We can do that."
She looked at him suspiciously. "Surely you had other plans."
"I have a little business to attend to, but it won't take long." He threw back the bed covers and climbed out. "Coffee?"
Naomi stared at his naked body. He walked across the room nonchalantly, giving her a look at his muscular physique.
"Um. Yes please. Can I help?"
"No, you stay there. I'll bring you breakfast in bed."
He collected a midnight blue robe from the wardrobe.
"I thought you didn't cook."
"Ah, I don't count putting a few things on a tray as cooking." He winked.
"Some men would," she said and laughed. She watched with regret as he covered up with the robe. It made her think about what she would wear. She sat up, gathering her senses. "My stuff. Oh no, we left my stuff at your office. I had a change of clothes and toiletries in my portfolio case."
"Not a problem, I'll get security to send it over in a cab."
Nothing seemed to be a problem to him. "Okay, thanks. I really appreciate that."
Propped up on the pillows, she gazed around the bedroom after he'd gone. Much like her first impression of the living area, it all looked rather like a hotel suite, as if it had been furnished for the top end rental market. Except for the bed. The sheets were in direct contrast with all the beige and autumn colored fabrics everywhere else. The bedding was cotton sheen, expensive fabric that felt glorious next to the skin. Nowhere near as glorious as having Lucas himself next to her skin, but she couldn't help noticing the fabric. It was her trade.
The smell of coffee percolating made its way down the hallway.
It sharpened her mind and she took the opportunity to get in touch with Sam. Darting over to where Lucas had deposited her clothes and her clutch bag at some point in the night, she pulled her phone out of her bag and hurried back to the bed, climbing in and covering herself up with the sheets.
"Hello stranger," Sam answered. "I'm guessing you were offered a more comfortable bed then my foldout sofa?"
"Something like that, yes. I'm really sorry, but my day got rescheduled like you wouldn't believe." She chuckled. The understatement of the decade.
"Who was the guy on the phone? Is he the buyer you went to see?"
"Not exactly. The buyer had been called away so I saw this other guy and, well...he invited me to dinner."
Sam laughed. "And the rest, as they say, is history."
"History I won't be forgetting any time soon." Naomi giggled.
"That good, huh? Well, I want all the details when you do get around to visiting with me."
"I'll keep you posted by text. He asked me what we were planning to do today and he says he's going to take me on the London Eye himself."
"So I'm a second-class citizen now you've got some gorgeous man to take you on the eye."
"You know that's not true."
"Of course I do, I'm joking. Have fun, stay safe."
She switched off her phone and put it on the bedside table.
The sound of a doorbell made her look at the open doorway. Lucas strode past and a moment later ushered in a delivery man carrying a box of groceries. His uniform looked familiar. Fortnum and Mason, if she wasn't mistaken.
When Lucas saw him out he was on the phone. Apparently he was the master of multi-tasking. A moment later he arrived with the breakfast. The tray was laden with goodies including fresh croissants, coffee, and a dish of exotic fruit salad. "Can I get you anything else?"
"Goodness, no."
The doorbell sounded again. Lucas headed out and a moment later returned with her portfolio case.
"Oh wow, thank you."
He grabbed a croissant. "I have to go deal with some business, I won't be long."
"You have an office here, right?"
He nodded.
She chuckled. "You have a bed at the office and an office in the home, doesn't surprise me one bit."
"Hmm, I bet you have a workspace where you live."
"Of course." She grinned. "In fact I live in a flat over my shop, so it's half work space, half home comforts. They overlap."
"How similar we are."
They might have that in common but Naomi knew she was nowhere near as good at multi-tasking as he was. In the time it had taken for her to wake up properly he'd dealt with breakfast, two deliveries, a phone call and now he was revving up for work.
By the time he returned Naomi had eaten, checked her email, showered and dressed. She put on the fitted drainpipes and tunic she'd been planning to wear for the day, and wore her hair in a thick plait over one shoulder. As she dressed, she wondered if the business-look was what he preferred, but when he checked her out on his return he seemed to like her in more casual gear too.
"Give me five minutes," he said.
Naomi wandered to the sitting room and picked up a brochure she found on the coffee table. It was a publicity document for one of his clients and she took the chance to admire the top end presentation of a designer and their product.
When Lucas joined her he was wearing jeans and tight black
t shirt. He shucked on a black leather jacket and ran his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back. He seemed to be attempting to look like a regular guy. Impossible, because he was so distinctive. The casual clothes were tightly fitted and drew her attention in a different way.
He put out his hand. "Let's go."
Naomi sighed with pleasure as she stood up, and took his hand.
When they got outside, Naomi was surprised to see a giant black and chrome SUV beyond Lucas's car. There was a guy standing next to the driver's door, looking at them expectantly. He was dressed smartly and as they approached he opened the back doors for them.
When she looked at Lucas with a querying glance, he shrugged "Hey, if we're sightseeing together, we're sightseeing together."
Yup, she thought to herself as she climbed into the car, this man does nothing by halves.
The driver acknowledged Lucas as if they knew each other. Presumably he drove for the agency when required.
Lucas buckled her in and then leaned over close to her, looking through the window on her side. She snuggled back against him, getting closer still.
"I haven't done anything like this in a long while," Lucas told her as they got into the heart of the city, and took her hand in his. "This is my home and I know it inside out, but you get to the point in life where you don't look at the fun things anymore."
There was something about the way he said it that made her wonder if he was talking about life, as well is living in the city. For a man like Lucas, with the kind of power and responsibility he had, it would be easy to forget to take time off. Or was that just an assumption on her part? She couldn't be sure. He may well do this every weekend. They scarcely knew each other, after all. Less than a day before she hadn't even met him. It was unnerving, because she was enjoying the experience so much. If she paused and thought about it, it felt as if she'd wandered off her path, and that left her uneasy.
The driver dropped them near the massive wheel of the London Eye. The buoyancy of the waiting crowd distracted her. As they waited in line Lucas frequently put his arm around her shoulders, leaning in to comment on things.
"This reminds me of being a teenager at the fair, waiting to go on a ride."
