He looked at her, searching her eyes for any sign of what she was thinking. They had been filled with such sadness when he saw her earlier in the day. She had tried to hide it when he approached her, but soon enough they returned. It could have been the holidays, goodness knows the holidays make so many sad. It could have been the man whose name kept coming up in the conversation. Or it could have just been loneliness. No matter what the reason, those eyes had caught him and they drew him to her like a moth to the open flame.
They must have talked an hour or more before he gave her his number. Another hour after that before he finally left to head home. She was smiling now, so much of the sadness replaced by amused light. Maybe some hope. There was a longing there, something she was seeking and he didn't know what that was until his phone rang that night. She had asked to come over in a whisper he barely heard. He didn't know what to expect, but he said yes.
It was frigid outside, so he thought nothing of her long coat until she dropped it from her shoulders. She wore nothing but lingerie underneath. Sheer, seductive, perfect for her body. He saw the tremble and felt it was less the cold outside than the need that was burning inside her. She moved to him, kissing him softly at first, but as his arms went around her waist she deepened the kiss. Her fingers opened is shirt, baring his chest to the chill of the night air. He didn't care. The night couldn't cool the heat they were building. He dared it to try.
Taking her hand, he lead her to the bedroom, laying down and pulling her close, they kissed again. Their hands roamed and played across exposed flesh. Her breasts flattened against his chest while his fingers teased along her back and down to cup the round flesh of her ass.
She pushed herself up and looked him in the eyes. Her fingers traced across his chest as she caught her breath.
"Am I pushing to quickly here?" The pink of her cheeks deepened as she watched him. "I have felt so stuck for so long. Today, in the cafe, I felt something and for the first time in a long while I wanted to go after it. To be free to have what I wanted."
He brushed the hair from her face and smiled softly. "There is nothing wrong with going after your happiness. It's your life to live."
She nodded, slowly, looking away as she thought about what he said. He knew the trap of letting her think too much. Rising, he helped her lay on her stomach and he lay beside her. Tracing his fingers across her skin, he slowly began exploring her body. The tenderness of his touch was joined by butterfly light kisses along her smooth flesh. He took his time, paying attention to the way her body moved if he brushed a sensitive spot or a moan from her lips in response to his as they found the hidden buttons of pleasure.
Her moans increases and her back arched, pushing her ass up into his palm. She arched more when his fingers slide between her legs and found the damp lace that covered her mound. He traced them lightly, and bent to bite the soft flesh of her cheeks. It pleased him when she gripped the sheets and pushed herself up into the bite.
Knowing what she wanted now, he pulled her to her knees. Cupping her covered breast with his strong hands. He dug them into her flesh, squeezing as she turned to kiss him. Her hand covered his as he continued to work his fingers across her mound. He parted them, tracing the lace and pressing against her clit. She groaned into the kiss, their tongues sliding across the other in a twisted dance of growing need.
"Tell me what you want." He pushed her down, slapping her ass and rubbing the warm pink flesh. His other hand holding her down by pressing at the small of her back.
Her cry broke her silence as she gripped the sheets until her knuckles became white. Through clenched teeth she whispered, "I don't know... I just don't want to think about it anymore." She released the sheets and he could feel her relaxing again with a quiver of her body.
His caress moved between her legs again, enjoying the way she moved against his teasing. Pushing her pantie clad sex up to meet his touch.
"Please," she softly groaned into the bed, muffling her words, "don't make me think, don't make me wait. Make me yours."
He pulled her arms behind her back, gripping her wrists as his hand raised up and fell with a hard smack against her bare cheek. She cried out again and buried her face in the pillow. The second smack made is hand sting so he rubbed it slowly over the warm, tender, flesh of her ass.
"Tonight, your only thought will be of me." He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck as his hand slid between her thighs once more. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." She looked back at him, eyes dark and weary. She had come here to escape something, to lose herself to someone. He would give that to her for one night, but in the early morning light he would make her see her own beauty once again.
Story by: mystermitch resident
Photos by: mystermitch resident
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Hardwood Bed