A small smile appeared on his face and I wondered what he was plotting next. I didn’t care. As long as our bodies touched.
You’re not being reasonable, McKenzie, you don’t even know this man.
Oh, yes I do.
“Well, . . . .” his eyes scanned my body from head to toe once more and I felt like Kate from Titanic, lying there, being admired. This thrilled me for some reason beyond me.
“You really are a sight.” He said with every word weighted with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. He let out a small sigh.
Oh my gosh, what was he going to do?Was he about to do some of that BSDM stuff?
My heart doubled its speed.
Panic flooded in like a tidal wave and constricted my breathing. As he unbuckled his belt and his trousers lay coiled by his thousand dollar shiny shoes, his silk boxers were now on display.
With his toe he removed his shoe. Left and then right, his shoes were removed as he retrieved his pressed pants now at his ankles and hung them by the jacket. All the while he never took his eyes off of me. I swallowed hard, to move past the pile of bricks that lay on my chest—but the anxiety wouldn’t leave. I breathed in deeply as I exhaled. That’s when I saw it; thick enormous and protruding through his dark green boxers. Ready.
Oh my gosh!
My innocent, small town, church going inner child kicked in and I panicked on the inside. I had only seen a man’s penis once. My first love; my boyfriend of five years.
But this man, this exquisite man, well . . . his was rather large. Extremely large.
In and out I breathed faster, until I couldn’t disclose my discomfort anymore. I was on the verge of a full-fledge anxiety attack all the while my pussy buzzed, purring, in hope. I couldn’t wrap my mind around the two extreme paradoxical contrasts of emotions.
He unbuttoned his white crisp shirt slowly, each button capped in gold. His cufflinks were last and they were covered in black diamonds. I stared at his cufflinks for what felt like an eternity, trying to shroud my thoughts.
He stood, spinning his left pink ring and studied me. I sat up in hopes to breathe easier. He poured more liquid courage and handed me a flute with amused expression.
“I’ve . . . I’ve—“ I tried to speak.
He handed me the flute and I slugged it down in three gulps begging for it to calm my nerves.
“I’m not that bad. I’ve been told I’m a courteous lover.”
He now sat next to me again as his fingers traced the diamonds on my necklace. Chills exploded through my body as my nipples hardened further.
The suspense was killing me.
His hand trailed down my stomach and to my slick bare intimate lips where his fingers brushed my slick folds. My eyes shut and I exhaled in pleasure. It was all very dizzying and I couldn’t think.
He explored all lengths of me—over and over he circled my swollen nob as my body naturally gave way to him. I felt myself relaxing.
Okay .. .
I felt my body heat with desire as his lips found my hardened nipple as his teeth lightly bit down on my sensitive skin. His tongue explored all around the area. I let out a cry as he bit down a little harder and his finger in my pleasure center became more deliberate with more pressure. It was all mind numbing.
He kept sucking harder and harder, as the bizarre mix of pain spun into pleasure. My body screamed for his touch further, until I felt the rising of pleasure—the waves of ecstasy surface and flood my senses.
That was when he entered me.
His hardened shaft filled me deeply in every pleasurably way possible and I let out a sharp gasp. He kissed my neck and cupped my breasts as he pulsed deep in and out of me.
With every re-entry and eager drive, I tried to reason, to think. I was being fucked by a stranger but even in that split second of thought—there was a strange exchange of desire, a desire for him.
The weight of his body pinning me on the velvet—my clit stimulated with each intense thrust—the ceiling spun.
Sensing my pleasure, he lifted and cradled me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he went deeper into that heavenly place barely visited. My G-spot.