by BAKER, J. B.
He frowns.
“It didn’t look like a pleasant thought.”
“No, it wasn’t. I have nothing pleasant to tell about my parents. I never met my father and my mother was always more interested in men than me. I was just this walking, talking nuisance she had to take care of. At least she had a modicum of a conscience not to abandon me to a foster home, not that she was ever a mother to me.”
“I’m sorry. No one deserves to go through that. I can’t even imagine what that must have been like for you. All I can say is that your parents, no matter how absent they were in your life, created the most beautiful and cleverest daughter. It is their loss if you ask me.”
I feel a warm glow in the pit of my stomach as I watch him take a sip of his wine. It is the same sensation I had when I was with him two years ago. Only, this time, it is more potent. When before he had vented empty platitudes, this night, he speaks from the heart, a heart I never thought he had until he spoke about his late wife the day before. The power inside of me draws me closer to him. Without me knowing it, I have leaned in until my shoulder touches his. The spot where we touch seems to burn through the fabric of his clothing.
“Thank you, Sean. Can you take me to my room, please? I am suddenly quite tired.”
“Sure. It would be my pleasure.”
Sean signals the waiter for the bill, which is promptly delivered. We walk out of the restaurant to the elevators. It does not take long for the ‘PING’, heralding its arrival. We stand in the small space in silence. I sneak a glimpse in Sean’s direction. He’s looking back at me. Fire lights up. My brain switches off as sensuous drive sets in. My worries are gone. All I need is for this man to take me and make love to me, even if it is only for one night.
“Sean, kiss me.”
Before he can respond, my lips are on his. I press them against his in fear that he might pull away. I need this so badly. I’m not going to let him get away from me now. Just keep kissing him and he won’t stop. I’m right. He responds instantly. In seconds, I feel his tongue pillaging my mouth in return. Oh, my God, this guy’s a good kisser. I remember that was one of the things I missed the most about him. The feel of his lips pressing against mine, and the forceful touch of his tongue has me melting between my legs. I can’t believe how much I need him. All thoughts of my procrastination vanish from my mind.
PING
We arrive on the eighth floor where the penthouse suite is located. As we stumble out of the elevator, Sean pulls away.
“Rachel, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. I don’t want to use you like I did two years ago. This is…”
“Shut up for once, Sean Courtney, and open the damn door to your suite. If you are looking for a way to apologize, then make up for lost time.”
Chapter 16
SEAN
We fly through the door of my suite. I have my hands on Rachel’s ass. My tongue’s buried in her mouth, twirling and probing. I’m devouring her. I need to taste every little bit of her.
She’s voracious like a wild animal. I never thought Rachel could be this way. I remember her as this untouched flower that waited for me to coax her forth into the realms of orgasmic bliss. Not this woman in my arms tonight. I have a lioness and she is going to take what’s hers. I love this raw power she’s emitting. It has my cock as hard as a rock.
“Sean, I need you now.”
Rachel presses her frame against mine, making me groan when I feel the litheness of her body against my raging erection through the fabric of our clothing. She rubs herself against me like a cat.
“You’re so hard for me, Sean.”
I growl at her and grab her backside more forcefully as I continue to kiss her. I move my hands up her body and take one of her plump breasts in the palm of my hand. Rachel shudders against me, deepening the kiss as she begins to pull on my belt. When she opens it, I pull away.
“No, we can’t do this.”
Rachel frowns at me. “Why not, Sean?” I can see her mind is working like crazy. I register the confusion and, to some extent, the hurt play on her face. For a second, I think she’s going to slap me.
“It’s not you, Rachel.”
“What is it then?”
“I have my little girl. This is not right. I’ve never done it with a woman like this before,” I growl.
She arches her eyebrows. I can see that she’s pleased to be the first. At the same time, I see the disappointment at being denied the pleasure of us being together more intimately skirt her face. Rachel moves closer and plants a kiss on my lips.
“You’ve had many women, myself included, and now you can’t follow through because you have a daughter? What are you worried about, Sean? I have an inkling but I want to hear it from you.”
“It’s just that I feel something for you, Rachel. Something I don’t want to ruin because of my attachment issues, and…”
She stops me in midsentence with a taut finger pressed against my lips.
“Shush…we will worry about that tomorrow. Right now, I need you inside of me, like yesterday.”
Rachel opens my belt and starts to unbutton and unzip my trousers. I am helpless to do anything.
“It appears that at least this part of you is of a different opinion,” she purrs huskily.
By now, my cock is aching with yearning. When I feel her hand brush against it through my briefs, my initial steadfastness slowly starts to weaken. I look into her blue eyes and recognize the same need as two years ago, only, this time, Rachel appears far more resolute.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
Rachel squeezes my cock through the cotton.
“This part of you wants to be buried inside of me. Is that what you want, Sean?” Her voice is a melodious purr.
“Yes, that is exactly what I want.”
I grab her by the ass and pull her closer. I tower over her. I look down into her eyes. I can see her wanting reflecting in them.
“What should I do with an impatient girl who shows no restraint?”
“Tell me, Sean,” she hisses into my mouth.
Her mouth is barely a finger’s width from my lips. I can smell the scent of wine and her lust on her breath. Her tasteful perfume mingles with it and that of her healthy body musk. It sends the neurons in my head into a series of kamikaze swirls – this woman drives me nuts with wanting.
I briefly think of Portia – I wonder whether I’m betraying her by having Rachel’s hand in my trousers, knowing that I want more from her than just her body. Somehow, it doesn’t feel right and, at the same time, it does. I’ve wanted this woman for a long time now. I have denied myself that desire because of some misconceived belief of honour and devotion to my daughter. My girl was the one who told me before I left for the States to take a chance and find love again. In this very instant, I realize that she was right. I decide to let go.
Another slight stroke of my cock makes me flex my hips instinctively. Another waft of her fragrance sends a jolt to my erection. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale deeply. I realize that any attempt at trying to find an escape from my lust and need for this woman is impossible. Rachel Saunders has her hands around my balls and a hard place, while, at the same time, she owns my heart. I am hers, even though she doesn’t know it yet.
“Ask me now,” she says more forcefully as she slides her hand further into my briefs from above.
I groan when I feel Rachel circling the tip of my cock with her thumb and fingers. She pushes me back so that she can look into my eyes. She licks her lips; her pink tongue leaves a trail of wetness in its wake.
“Ask me,” she says once more.
Her voice is laced with traces of her covetousness, but it is also commanding. Her treatment of my erection is relentless – circle, stroke, pull and then circle, stroke, pull – I almost forget where I am as I let her have her way with me.
“Ask me…tell me what you want, Sean!”
A searing light shoots from my brain to my eyes. It consume
s me whole, ridding my mind of the last traces of doubt. I need to fuck this woman now. I flip Rachel around and pinion her on the table in the centre of the vast room with perfect views of the sparkling Eiffel Tower.
She lets out a small shriek that only increases my ardour. I hitch up her dress until it moves above her ass. Moments later, I grip the edge of her panties, pulling on them with my right hand until they slide down her long legs. Like a crazy man, I get down on my knees and bury my head in her ass.
“Oh, Sean. Jesus, Sean. Argh.”
“Consider yourself asked,” I hiss, licking her pussy from behind. “You’re as sweet as a peach.”
I relish her taste and the way she squirms for me. I hear her nails scratch the wooden surface of the table. With my hands firmly on her ass, I continue lashing at her sex with my tongue, while I massage her hard cheeks. I’m like a starving man after being given his first meal in weeks. I treat Rachel’s pussy with the same relish as he would the food.
Fuck, she’s so tight and hot – just like I remember it. I move my right hand down her backside. I can’t resist slapping it – Rachel shrieks. I slip it between her legs that she has parted for me slightly so that I have better access. I insert two fingers inside of her.
“Oh, Sean. I need to feel your cock inside of me.”
She arches her back to make her point. Now, I have even more access to her ass and pussy, I can’t resist licking her heat for a few more heartbeats. I can feel my erection trying to escape the confines of my boxers. I kiss my way over her curves until I’m standing upright behind her. Seeing Rachel bent over the table is so damn hot. I move lower and kiss the crook of her neck.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” I hiss into her ear.
Rachel shudders and moans weakly. I see that she wants to feel my cock inside of her, but the sweet and tortuous attentions given to her by my busy fingers are just too good to let up. I curl my fingers in her pussy. A wicked smirk crosses my mouth when I hear her squeal lightly. I push my boxers down with my free hand. I mutter a curse when I remember that I’m still wearing my shoes. Still keeping two fingers lodged inside of Rachel, I pull on them with my free hand and other foot.
When I am naked from the waist down, she looks back over her shoulder, challenging me to fuck her. Her face is so damn hot and that ass. It’s sort of twinkling at me to slap it again. When she spreads her legs some more and stretches her backside out towards me, I lose all control.
I press the tip of my erection against her hot and moist flesh. I slip inside of her within moments – she’s so wet that there’s hardly any resistance. I dig deeper, loving how tight and hot she is for me. I hold my breath as I push all the way in, making her moan with pleasure and pain.
Once again, her nails dig into the wooden surface of the table. I can imagine her lips forming a big O and her forehead pleated to the maximum as she struggles to deal with my girth. I kiss the crook of her neck from behind, revelling in the fresh scent of sex and lust radiating off her skin. With my cock buried deep inside of her, I give her some more time to get used to my size.
“You feel so fucking good. God, how I missed it,” I groan against her neck and ear.
I start to rock my hips slowly. I delight in the sound of her moans as they gradually turn from protests of pain to little cries of delight. It doesn’t take long for her to press her backside onto my groin, forcing me deeper inside of her. I give her what she wants for I know that she can handle me.
I thrust into her, holding her hips and revelling in the sight of her body underneath me. Over and over, I impale her with my cock. Rachel screams out my name and it sounds so fucking sexy. I slap her ass in response. She elicits a little squeal and the impish expression on her face when she turns around to challenge me to continue fucking her enthrals me – I so need to come, but I don’t want to - not yet. This can’t be over.
I push harder. I pound her tight pussy with everything I got. I do my utmost to hold back my need to come – I’m staring at the tip of the Eiffel Tower, anywhere other than Rachel’s fucking hot body. It’s no good; the structure reminds me of some giant phallus ready to explode. My gaze shifts to the bouquet of white flowers on the mantelpiece. I stare at them as if the very next moment laser beams will erupt from my eyes. I start counting the petals.
I move my hands up her back, removing the dress and unclasping her bra to free her tits. I need to feel them while I fuck her from behind. I can see that the added stimulation of her nipples is really tipping her over the edge. Her near repetitive moans are made up of a series of little shrieks of my name and more cavernous whimpers when the tip of my cock hits the sweet spot inside of her.
Chapter 17
RACHEL
Oh, my God, Sean feels so good inside of me. I can’t believe he’s fucking me on the table in one of the largest suites in the city – this is so deliciously debauched. It feels as if his cock is splitting me apart and I love the amalgamation of pain and sweet pleasure.
By now, Sean’s constantly hitting a spot inside of me that’s sending electrical waves from my pussy up my back. It’s so fucking amazing to feel his tip press against my cervix. My nipples are as hard as pebbles and my tits feel so great in his hands. Fuck, this guy sure knows how to massage a pair of tits. He knows how to treat a woman. There’s a spike of delight and a slight pain when Sean tweaks my nipples with his fingers. The sensation is hard-wired to my clit and I fucking love it.
“Oh, Sean, yes.”
“That feels good, huh?”
“Yes, yes, you feel so good, Sean,” I hiss.
I can feel the palms of my hands trying to become one with the table as I press them down. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between my pussy lips is beyond anything I have ever experienced with a man before. Fuck, I can barely think. This man has robbed me of all of my cognitive functions. I hold my breath as he pushes his erection deeper and deeper. Sean is working me really slowly now. I know that he’s trying to pace himself lest he comes.
Being stretched to the limit down there stings a little, making it almost too much to bear. Letting go is so worth it though. Sean knows exactly what I need to relax. When his thumb rubs against my clit, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain makes my belly muscles pull together and my butt cheeks shudder. The combination of his big cock and thumb has me muttering incoherently.
He kisses my neck and nibbles on my earlobe. Sean is so deep inside of me. The feeling is sensational. I arch my back – I need more of him, if that is even possible. It feels like I can’t move; I don’t even want to breathe.
With my teeth clenched, I press my forehead onto the table. Sean’s thrusts are becoming more forceful again. With his hands on my hips, he’s fucking me just the way he wants to and I fucking love it. I would be this man’s whore if he asked me to. He’s so damn sexy. I can barely hold this position.
Sean’s grunts have become more audible. As he fucks me from behind, the wet sounds of him slamming into me fill the room. We are sort of shrouded in a cloud of our own musk. It fills my nostrils with corporeal intent, searing the neurons in my brain. Sean and I are everywhere I smell, feel and look. I can see his shimmering reflection in the large windows in front of me. I imagine the feral grimace on his face. The one that shows me how much he desires me. I know that that is what he feels. I did not feel it two years ago, but I feel it right now.
What I love the most about being pinioned on the table is the feeling of being so deliciously used. That, amalgamated with the sensation of Sean’s cock deep within me, is spellbinding. I press my lips together when Sean leans down again, pressing his chest against my back. His deft fingers immediately find my clit one more time and they rub mercilessly.
“Argh, Sean!”
It’s too much; too much all at once.
“Come for me,” he hisses into my ear.
“Come for me now.”
His fingers circle my clit a few more times. His big cock twitches and ploughs into me with relentless
zeal.
I press my forehead onto the table as hard as I can. I feel as if I’m trying to escape Sean’s relentless ministrations. He continues to bite, suck and kiss my neck and back. He fucks me harder upon seeing me writhing on the wooden surface below him. My nipples rubbing against the surface of the table sting a little. The feel of Sean’s stubble on my skin is delightful. I shriek. In seconds, the sound turns into a supplicant’s scream. I have to bite onto my arm, venting all of the passion I feel in a series of cries, moans and muttered incantations of his name.
Just when I think it’s too much and I can’t take any more, I feel the heat swell over my body until all that I feel is searing pleasure. Inside of me, Sean’s cock seems to reach epic proportion as it swells in size. My pussy accommodates him by clenching and goading his flesh further until I hear Sean grunt behind me. His fingers press onto my clit as he spurts inside of me.
A blinding light flashes before my eyes. It appears to consist of all the colours of the rainbow. At the same time, paralyzing pleasure flows over me, claiming my entire body as I come apart below Sean. I can still feel him pulsating inside of me as I melt onto his cock. His heavy breathing intermingles with my deep gasps as I attempt to inhale as much air as possible in case I collapse onto the table.
If I thought that the orgasms two years ago were intense, then this is ten times more powerful. There is something deliriously proprietary about having his cock in my pussy while he pours inside of me.
“Jesus, Rachel. That was incredible.” Sean breathes heavily. I can feel the air whizz past my ear.
“Yeah.”
It is all I can say as my legs shudder beneath me. If my upper body wouldn’t be pinioned on the table by Sean’s weight, I would have collapsed onto the floor.
I purr contently when Sean kisses my spine all the way up to my neck. He grips my chin with his hand and kisses me like he truly needs me. My heart swells in my chest as I find myself kissing him back passionately with the same force. I’m saddened when I feel his cock slip out from inside of me as Sean turns my body toward him.
