The Underground

“I can’t.”

I looked beyond the mask into her sapphire blue eyes and stopped cold.

“I’m not saying no,” she added, quickly. “Just not upstairs…

You’re right,” she went on, her face so close to mine. I hadn’t put her down… and I had no fucking intention to. “I’m here, and I… I do want this… But we’re strangers, just the same. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“And at the end of the night we go our separate ways…,” I answered slowly. “But right here, right now… This only works if you can give in to what you want. You’re going to have to trust your own desires… You’re going to have to trust me.” I gathered her against me tighter, tight enough the pressure of my chest pushed her breasts up so they nearly spilled out the top of her neckline. Bigger than I remembered…

“I do,” she replied, not looking up from my mouth. “I’m not entirely sure why… or how, but you remind me of someone. From a long time ago…”

“A man who woke up a need inside you,” I whispered. “A need you never forgot… for something you were afraid you’d never feel again.” I let her slip down until her feet touched the floor, but kept her crushed against me. The resulting friction made it all too clear to both of us that precious time was passing… “And you’re back tonight, to taste that sweet temptation again… to surrender your body, to give up control… just for a night…” As I spoke, I moved her, under the curve of the staircase, into the waiting darkness there. The balusters cast shadows on her pale skin. I shifted her easily so that my body formed a shield. I had no intention of sharing her with the rest of the room. I had come here for her, and I wanted her all to myself.

“What did he do… this man you can’t forget?” I ran my fingers under the thin straps of her dress… and remembered… “Did he look at you, like this?” I snapped the silver straps and felt a primal surge run like fire just under my skin. Her dress fell in an instant, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong and thin strap of pink satin that covered nothing but her nipples. I couldn’t stop the rush of pure greedy satisfaction. She remembered the satin, too. And she’d loved it as much as I had…

I ran my fingers over her skin. Her neck… her shoulders… the hollow between her breasts. “Did he touch you like this?” I whispered, teasing her with my fingers, willing them to move slowly, deliberately. My reward was the quiver that ran through her. She might hide behind her mask, but her flesh told me the truth. I ran one gentle palm down her shivering belly and between her thighs. Not only was she wet, but she was slick down the insides of her legs. Memory is a powerful thing...

“Oh… my… God…,” she breathed, putting her hand out for support. Her eyes were heavily lidded and she rocked on her feet unsteadily. “Yes,” she whispered over the pulsing sound of the music behind us. I knelt down in front of her and pressed my face into her, breathing her scent, inhaling her essence. She was perfume and musk, like a drug screaming out to my need. I tore through the lace at her hips and her thong fell to the floor.

“Did he make you come on his tongue?” I demanded, lifting her legs off the ground so her thighs rested on my shoulders. She dug her heels into my back and I buried my face without waiting for her answer. I already knew. And I wasn’t waiting a second longer to take what was mine.

She was slick and hot, her pussy lips thick and swollen with her desire. I kissed, licked, devoured… crazy with my own hunger. And she ground her hips against me in response. My cock pounded, furious… impatient with its own unfulfilled need. I simply let it drive me on.

My pleasure was her pleasure. Tonight wouldn’t just end with her climax. It would begin with it…

I reached up, cupping her sweet curving cheeks, intoxicated by her scent, her taste… her responsiveness. She was everything I remembered and more. Richer somehow. More luxurious… I slowed my pace as her breathing quickened. Not yet, my angel… not just yet…

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” I whispered against her belly. The truth was, I was shaking, too… desperate to tear off the masks we wore and take her away from this place. I wanted her a thousand different ways and none of them could happen here, with so many other people so close… I stood up and could feel the heat of her breath through my shirt.

“It’s been… I don’t… I haven’t…,” she was gasping, her delicately restrained breasts heaved with effort. “I just haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” she panted.

I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over my face. “He affected you so much?” I asked darkly. “And you’ve never forgotten…” I leaned closer and reached behind her back. The ends of the pink ribbon that barely concealed her nipples were tied in a bow. “Take it off,” I demanded. “I want to see all of you.”

Her blue eyes blinked only once… and then she obeyed. She reached a hand up behind and tugged at the end of the ribbon. Her breasts wobbled for a moment and the ribbon fell away. No longer bound, they bounced apart, free… heavy… round. Her nipples, no longer tiny nubs, were thick and stiff, dark and standing out from her creamy mounds and begging to be sucked. Soon, I told myself… Soon...

“What is it that really brought you here tonight?” I asked deliberately, running the tip of my finger down the slope of her breast. “We both know an angel like you doesn’t come to a place like this without wanting something…” I opened my hand, curving it around her swollen breast, dizzy with the weight of it and the desire that was pushing me to the end of my limits. She leaned into me and closed her eyes. Her dark lashes swept her sequined mask.

“A memory,” she whispered.

My gut tightened hard and my cock pulsed maddeningly. That’s it, Angel, I thought. Begin to trust… “Tell me…”

“It was years ago… I was only eighteen and almost a virgin…” She gasped as I squeezed her in my hand, willing her to go on. She responded instantly… the way she always did with me…

“He was all I ever wanted…,” she went on. My hand moved warmly, the other found its way down her spine… between those soft, round cheeks.

“It was my prom night,” she said, her head lolling against my shoulder as my fingers moved lower. “He took me… he tied me and he touched me…”

“Like I’m touching you now…”

“Yes.” She bit into my shoulder as my fingers reached her tight little rim. She was slippery wet. I rubbed a delicate circle around the sensitive flesh and felt her shudder. “Like this… and he gave you your very first climax?” I whispered against the side of her face. “What else did he do?”

“He tied my hands,” she gasped. “With the sash of my gown.” I felt her hands reach between us, boldly finding the rock-hard heat of my cock. Her hands had my pants open in a fast second and her hand slipped over my slick, ready head. “I thought I could never have a man like him…,” she whispered. “He fucked me…”

“He was older.” I pumped my cock in her hand and felt my balls lift higher. “Not your date?”

“My date was busy fucking someone else,” she said. “He found me, he danced with me… and nothing else mattered after that…”

“And here you are tonight,” I said, pushing my fingers into the velvet heat of her pussy. “You came here to remember. You still can’t forget…”

She leaned back in my arms, surrendering to the pulse that was beating inside her. She held my cock in her hands, not realizing that she was holding far, far more…

“Please,” she begged, her body so sweet and so willing in my arms.

“Please…”