Chapter Three
“Hey, Nathan. You’re having dinner with us tonight, aren’t you? Dave made reservations for eight of us at Tao.”
Nathan glanced up from the tumbler of scotch he’d been sipping at the sound of Rick’s voice. “Sure, why not? That sounds great. Let’s end our week here with an awesome meal.”
Rick clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Come on, let’s get another drink before we head out. Might as well enjoy the free booze while it lasts.”
They were attending the cocktail party that marked the official end of the five-day convention. Nathan was more than a little sorry to see the week draw to a close, for it meant a return to the daily grind of his job and the various stresses that accompanied it. He loved his chosen profession, was proud of co-owning a very successful firm, and grateful for all of the opportunities that had come his way. But all that success came with a price, and sometimes he wished he could take a few steps back to more fully enjoy the fruits of his labors.
However, his well-deserved break was nearly over and tomorrow he’d be flying back to San Francisco and his normal, hectic routine. At least he would have Sunday to sleep in, unpack and relax before the work week began anew. Unless, of course, Cameron already had expectations to go out somewhere on Sunday, plans that she hadn’t yet shared with him. That was a particular habit of hers, one he didn’t like at all, and something she tended to laugh away, claiming she was so busy that he couldn’t possibly expect her to keep track of so many appointments and social events.
He was finishing up his third drink and starting to feel pleasantly mellow when his phone rang. He scowled slightly when he saw it was Cameron, but began to walk to a quieter corner as he answered the call.
“Hi, babe!” she greeted a little too enthusiastically, and he groaned inwardly. It was the cheerful, almost over the top tone she used when she wanted something.
“Hey, yourself,” he replied neutrally. “What’s going on since I talked with you – oh, let’s see – about five hours ago?” He had given her a quick call at lunchtime.
She giggled, another sure sign that she was getting ready to butter him up for something. “Nothing special. I just missed you. Thinking I should have come along on this trip after all.”
Nathan had actually been the one to suggest she accompany him to New York, especially after she’d made a big deal out of his being away for almost a week. Cameron loved New York – the shops, restaurants, night clubs and Broadway plays – but she hadn’t wanted to see all of that by herself while he was occupied with convention business. She had also had a previously scheduled show at the art gallery that she – well, technically her parents – owned and had felt obliged to attend.
“Well, there’ll be other trips. Like Hawaii in a couple of months, for example. Look, I don’t mean to rush you, Cam, but I’m supposed to leave for dinner in a minute with a group.” Nathan in fact could see Rick motioning to him that they were ready to leave and he mouthed “I’ll meet you guys there in a few minutes.”
“Okay, babe, I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to let you know there are still seats available on the 7:30am flight out of JFK tomorrow morning. You could be here by noon and still have plenty of time to attend the hospital benefit with me. I know you’re headed out but I’d be happy to change your flight for you if you just give me your info.”
Nathan was dumbfounded. After all of the conversations and arguments they’d had on this particular subject, here was Cameron still on it less than twenty-four hours before his flight left.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and replied as calmly as possible. “Thanks for checking, but I’m not going to fly out that early. We’ve discussed this like – a dozen times at least. I’m flying out at 2:00pm tomorrow and that’s it.”
There was silence at the other end for long seconds before she finally answered. “You seriously wouldn’t suck it up and give up a few hours sleep to catch that earlier flight? Babe, you know how much I want to attend this event.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “There’s no reason at all you can’t attend alone. Your parents will be there, your sister, a bunch of your friends.”
“Yes, and everyone will have their spouse or a date. Think how I’m going to feel being the only one there alone.”
“I’m sorry, Cam, but this isn’t anything new. I arranged to attend this convention a long time before you ever mentioned this ball.”
“But it’s important, Nathan,” she whined. “This is one of the top social events of the year. I’ll look pathetic if I show up alone.”
Nathan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “You won’t look pathetic, for Christ’s sake. And frankly, every damned event you want to attend is one of the top ones of the year. You’re going to have to start resigning yourself to the fact that you aren’t going to be able to attend them all.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded. The mounting anger in her voice was evident. “You think that once we’re married we should sit home every weekend like a couple of old people and rent movies and eat popcorn? How boring does that sound?”
In actuality, it sounded great to Nathan, vastly preferable to getting dragged to another black-tie event where the only purpose in attending seemed to be impressing Cameron’s friends with her latest gown and flaunting her handsome boyfriend.
“Cam, this really isn’t the time to have this discussion, okay? I’m going to be late for dinner if I don’t leave now. I’ll call you from JFK tomorrow before my flight leaves, all right?”
He was again met with a stony silence for long seconds until she finally replied in a brittle tone. “So that’s your final answer, huh? You’re still going to take the afternoon flight?”
“Yes,” he answered in a tired voice. “I’m probably going to be up late tonight and no way can I get up early enough to make a 7:30am flight.”
“Fine,” she snarled. “Thanks for nothing. Good night.”
Nathan cursed vividly beneath his breath as Cameron abruptly disconnected the call. Angrily, he shoved his phone into his jacket pocket, still in disbelief that she had called him on this matter yet again. He knew she was royally pissed off, and would be sure to let him know about it when he got home. At the moment, though, he really didn’t give a shit. Cameron had pissed him off, too, and he was getting damned tired of always being the one to concede and compromise in this relationship.
He was angry enough to order yet another drink before the bartender could close things up for the reception, and bolted it down in three quick gulps. Rick and the others had left over five minutes ago so he headed for the hotel exit as swiftly as possible, his quick pace fueled by the simmering anger he still felt at the call from Cameron. He really, really disliked being manipulated or controlled, and he had begun to notice more and more as of late that Cameron was trying very hard – in her own subtle ways – to do both of those things. He was starting to re-think this whole idea of the engagement, wondering not for the first time if it had come about for all the wrong reasons. Probably because he hadn’t had a lot of experienced in this whole long-term relationship thing, he’d allowed her to take the lead on far too many things and he was starting to feel hemmed in and resentful. When he got home it was going to be way past time to iron out some important details and assert himself more forcefully in this relationship.
Nathan was still extremely pissed off, the anger making him want to lash out at something, to take his aggression out somehow, as he reached the revolving front doors of the hotel that left him standing on Park Avenue. He wondered briefly as he stood there if he ought to skip dinner and go swim a bunch of laps in the hotel pool to take the edge off. Deciding against that idea, he turned and began walking down the street when he saw her again.
She was walking at a leisurely pace in his direction and hadn’t seen him yet so he had a few seconds to admire how exquisitely beautiful she looked this evening. Her dress tonight was a sleeveless, form-fitting sheath with a bow embellishment on the square-cut neckline. It was a luscious shade of pale pink that reminded him of whipped strawberry mousse. She wore those sexy stilettos again, these in a pale gray with a little space cut out for her toes, and she carried a large gray leather bag. As she drew closer, he noted that her glorious hair fell in long, loose waves down her back – no ponytail today – and that her kissable, lushly fuckable mouth was glossed over in bubblegum pink. She was classy and seductive at the same time, the perfect combination of lady and siren. She was doing another excellent job of ignoring all the admiring stares being sent her way, and he was half afraid she’d walk right by without noticing him.
But then, as though she felt his intense gaze upon her, she looked up and saw him and took his breath away once again with her otherworldly beauty. He couldn’t recall a time in his life when he’d ever wanted something as much as he wanted her at this moment. He forgot everything else that had happened earlier – the nasty argument with Cameron, the fact that he was supposed to be joining a group of friends for dinner, that his flight back home was leaving in less than twenty-four hours. All he saw was her, and all he wanted was to talk to her, touch her, be near her somehow. If he didn’t do it now, she would slip away forever, and he knew he would always regret it.
Nathan walked towards her slowly, and she stood rooted in place, watching him. Then he was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell the light fragrance of her perfume, to see the tiny flecks of gold in her big green eyes, to realize that even with her sky-high heels the top of her shining head barely came to his shoulder.
He had trouble finding his voice, much less think of something clever to say, so he merely smiled and said, “Hello, again.”
She returned his smile, giving him a glimpse of her perfectly straight white teeth. “Good evening.”
They stood in silence for several seconds, blue eyes locked with green, sharing a knowing smile, until Nathan said half-jokingly, “We’ve got to stop meeting this way.”
That evoked a soft laugh from her. “Except that we haven’t actually met, have we?” she asked pointedly.
He grinned. “You’re absolutely right, but that’s a situation very easily remedied. I’m Nathan.”
That he chose not to offer up his last name was not a conscious decision on his part – it simply didn’t seem necessary at the moment. He did, however, offer her his hand which she took carefully. Her hand was small and dainty, the skin warm and smooth, and he closed his own hand over it firmly.
“Julia”, was all she said in response.
He drew her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm, pleased to hear the little indrawn hiss of breath she took. “Hello, Julia. So we finally meet. I was afraid I wouldn’t see you again.”
“Me, too,” she confessed in a shy, sweet voice. “I’ve looked for you running the past few mornings. We must have kept missing each other.”
Nathan was startled by her admission, and greatly exultant that she had evidently been thinking of him, too. “Well, I suppose it’s fate that we happened upon each other again tonight, isn’t it?”
She squeezed his hand gently. “Or simply good luck. Whatever the cause, I’m glad it happened.”
He turned his cheek into her palm, enjoying the feel of her hand against his skin. “So am I. Would you like to get a drink?”
“Yes.” It thrilled him that she agreed without the slightest hesitation. “I’d love to have a drink with you, Nathan.”
The sound of his name on her lips enthralled him, not that he could be anymore spellbound than he already was. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her, gazing back at her with an odd sense of wonder, almost as if this wasn’t really happening. It seemed very important to him somehow to maintain physical contact with her, almost as though he was afraid she’d slip away as suddenly as she’d appeared, that all of this was just a wonderful dream, so he slid a hand to the small of her back as he guided her inside the hotel.
“Are you staying here?” she asked as they walked inside the lobby.
He nodded. “Is this all right? I thought about getting a drink in the Champagne Bar.”
Julia looked pleased at his suggestion. “That sounds lovely. The Plaza is one of my very favorite places. I’ve been coming here since I was a little girl. You know - tea at the Plaza and all. I used to love reading the Eloise books when I was a child.”
He slid his arm around her waist, holding her firmly against his side. “Then I’m glad I brought you someplace with happy memories. Because I intend to give you more of them tonight.”
She gasped softly at the unmistakable meaning of his words, and her big eyes went even wider. He was afraid for a moment that he’d scared her off, had moved a little too fast. But then she simply smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, leaning into him, and he automatically tightened his arm around her waist.
Nathan stifled a groan at the feel of her soft, curvy body pressed to his, his hand splayed against her hip, and her full, round breast rubbing against his arm. He was incredibly aroused, and he hadn’t even begun to do all the sexy, dirty things that he’d daydreamed about the past few days. Just being next to her, holding her close against his side, was more than enough to make him hard as stone.
As they were waiting to be seated, Nathan heard his phone ping, signaling an incoming text. Julia smiled at him.
“It’s okay if you need to answer that.”
He hesitated, then belatedly remembered that he was supposed to be meeting Rick and the others for dinner.
“I’m sorry, this will just take a minute.” He withdrew his phone from his jacket.
The text was from Rick, short and to the point. Where r u?
Smiling, Nathan quickly typed in a reply. Got a better offer. Sorry to miss dinner.
As expected, there was a reply mere seconds later. The hot babe from Starbucks?
He kept his answer short and sweet. Yup.
The waiter arrived to show them to their table, so Nathan wasn’t able to look at Rick’s response until they were seated at a small, intimate corner table. He had to suppress a chuckle when he read You lucky SOB. Go for it, buddy. I’ll want details.
He’d be damned if he would give Rick or anyone else the tiniest detail about anything that might happen with Julia tonight. He’d known from the first minute of seeing her that she was not a casual fuck, not by a long shot. She was a rare and precious prize, a woman that every other man in this hotel – hell, in this entire city – would give his eye tooth to have. Whatever might happen between them tonight would be kept entirely private, the memories his alone to cherish. Julia might be hot as hell but she was also very much a lady, and worthy of being treated as such.
They had been seated in old-fashioned high-backed chairs that provided them with privacy from the other patrons, virtually closing them off into their own secluded corner. At Julia’s request, Nathan ordered for them – two glasses of Perrier-Jouet and a small plate of fruit and cheese. They sipped champagne and nibbled on the food in silence, content to simply gaze at each other across the space of the small round table that separated them. He watched her take a small, ladylike sip of her drink, imagining those same plush lips wrapped around his cock instead of drinking from the flute. He desperately wanted those slim, graceful hands touching him everywhere, wanted to slowly peel that delectable pink dress from her body and see what awaited him beneath. He longed to yank her onto his lap right here in the bar and kiss her senseless.
But he also wanted to take this slowly, to savor every minute he could have with her, to make this evening that he hoped liked hell he’d be spending with her something very, very special. So he tampered down his raging erection, forced himself not to wonder if she wore panties or a thong, and merely took her hand in his.
He used his thumb to trace over her slender fingers, noticing that she kept her nails neatly tapered and covered in a clear polish. He liked that look, never having been a fan of long, pointed nails covered in bright red gloss. He noted that she wore no rings, her only jewelry a pearl bracelet and a matching pair of dainty drop earrings. God, she was gorgeous, her skin dewy smooth and glowing with youth. He longed to press a kiss to one of her cheeks, and especially to that tempting mouth, but settled instead for her hand.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured.
“Mmm, it’s all the hand cream I use,” she admitted. “It’s become sort of an addiction.”
He grinned. “Better hand cream that a more serious vice.” He brought her hand to his face again. “You’re exquisite, but I’m sure men tell you that all the time.”
Julia’s cheeks grew charmingly pink. “Not quite as often as you might think. And not always as suavely as you just did.”
Nathan raised a brow. “Suave? I’m not sure I’ve ever thought of myself that way.”
“Hmm, maybe suave isn’t the best choice of words. Smooth, perhaps? Definitely charming, “ she added with a smile.
He smiled back at her. “And you are utterly delightful. You remind me of the fairytale princesses in a storybook my mother used to read to my brothers and me when we were very young. I don’t remember the name of the book, I’m certain she must have given it away a long time ago. But I remember it had the most incredible illustrations – the colors and details were really special. And I remember thinking that the princesses couldn’t possibly be real people because they were too beautiful for that. You look just like one of those storybook princesses, Julia.”
She stared at him with wonder in her eyes, bringing their clasped hands to her cheek and turning her face into his palm, pressing a soft kiss there. “What a lovely thing to say,” she whispered. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“It’s true. You’re almost too beautiful to be real.” He brushed his thumb over her mouth until her lips parted. He slid the pad of his thumb inside her warm, lush mouth and hissed sharply when she sucked it deeper, her tongue wrapping around it. The sensation it evoked went straight to his groin, and he was instantly hard. He couldn’t ever remember being this hot, this aroused before, and he hadn’t even kissed or touched her yet.
The unspoken attraction between them was unmistakable. He had never come close to feeling this sort of instant bond with a woman, as though he’d known her for years instead of mere minutes. They stared at each other across the small expanse of the table, their fingers entwined. No words passed between them for long seconds, but speaking wasn’t really necessary at this point. He knew from the look in her big eyes that she was every bit as aware of him as he was of her, and that she felt the same sort of irresistible physical connection. Her plush, glossy lips trembled slightly, and all he could think about was kissing her senseless, just before running his hands over the seductive curves of her lush breasts and that perfect little ass.
“Are you finished with your drink?” he asked hoarsely, painfully aware that his erection was straining against the fly of his trousers.
Julia picked up the flute and drank down the rest of the champagne smoothly. “I am now.”
“Do you want another glass?”
She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
“Dinner?”
Another shake of her head. “I’m not the least bit hungry. Not for dinner, anyway.”
Nathan closed his eyes briefly, the husky, suggestive tone of her voice unbearably arousing, and the meaning behind her words unmistakable. “Then let’s get out of here. I don’t want to waste even one minute of this night.”
He left several bills on the table, pushed back his chair, and helped her to her feet. He was tempted – oh, so tempted – to haul her into his arms and kiss her hard, but instead merely slid an arm around her waist and guided her out of the bar.
He whispered in her ear, “I hope you know I plan on ravishing you. For hours and hours. If that’s not what you want, say so right now.”
Julia reached up, giving the side of his neck an erotic little lick that made him gasp, before whispering back, “That’s what I’ve been wanting since I saw you on the sidewalk four days ago.”
Nathan groaned, burying his face in her glorious hair. “Come on then, baby. We’ve already wasted too much time.”
Julia was almost breathless with anticipation as Nathan escorted her out of the Champagne Bar and across the crowded hotel lobby. She’d been almost giddy with excitement ever since they had had yet another chance encounter out on the sidewalk a short time ago, grateful that her silent prayers had been answered and that they had seen each other again. She had been so afraid that she’d blown two such opportunities, and would never have the chance to see the breathtakingly handsome man again. As if to make sure he couldn’t slip away from her, she laid a palm on his chest as he kept her close to his side. She could feel his body heat through the fine cotton of his shirt, as well as the steady beating of his heart. She knew her own heart was racing overtime in anticipation of what was yet to come tonight.
She had been well aware that by consenting to have a drink with him that she’d really been agreeing to much, much more, and that thought had thrilled her. This wasn’t something she did – ever. The very few sexual relationships in her life had all been carefully considered and had taken at least a bit more time to develop. One-night stands were definitely not her thing, and going off with a virtual stranger wasn’t something she’d ever contemplated doing prior to tonight. But then she’d never been as wildly, inexplicably attracted to a man before as she’d been to Nathan. She just knew somehow that if she didn’t explore this overwhelming attraction she would always regret it.
Nathan paused before they reached the bank of elevators, looking suddenly thoughtful. “I just realized I don’t have any condoms in my room. Do we need to stop at the gift shop?”
Julia shook her head. “It’s okay. I just got a Depo-Provera shot a couple of weeks ago. And an exam, so everything’s good with me.”
He looked relieved. “I checked out clean at my last physical a few months ago, too, but I can still pick up some condoms if it makes you feel safer.”
Impulsively, she reached up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, touched by his thoughtfulness. “No, don’t. I trust you, Nathan.”
His arm tightened about her waist and he made a harsh sound deep in his throat. “You’re playing with fire here, baby. Let’s get upstairs before I do something to get us kicked out of this fancy hotel.”
They weren’t alone in the elevator, joined by an older couple and two attractive, well-dressed women in their late thirties or early forties. Julia noticed the covetous glances they stole at Nathan, and she snuggled a little closer against him as if staking her claim and warning the two women off. If he was at all aware of them he gave zero indication, and only tightened his arm around her waist, nuzzling his face into her hair.
The women got off on the ninth floor, but not before throwing one final, inviting look in Nathan’s direction. He paid them not the slightest attention, all of his focus on her alone, and this thrilled her. She was so hyper-aware of him at the moment – of his clean, masculine scent, the warmth of his body against hers, the hardness of his unmistakable erection as it pressed against her hip. If it wasn’t for the presence of the other couple in the elevator, Julia would have been sorely tempted to pull his mouth down to hers for a long, wet kiss. She contented herself with resting her head against his broad shoulder, and clutching his arm against her side.
As the elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor, Nathan guided her out and down the wide, carpeted hallway to his room, his hand at the small of her back. He released her momentarily to fish the card key from his pocket and open the door.
“After you,” he murmured, the first thing he’d said since before getting in the elevator.
Julia walked slowly inside the hotel room, hearing the click and lock of the door behind her. The designer in her would normally have noticed the furnishings, the colors, the layout of the room, but tonight none of those things interested her. Instead, what drew her attention was the magnificent view of Manhattan from the wide window, all of the buildings lit up as twilight began to descend on the city. She automatically dropped her purse on a chair and went to gaze out the window.
“What an amazing view,” she said with a sigh.
She felt Nathan come up behind her, his hands drifting softly to her shoulders, pulling her back against his firmly muscled body. His breath caused the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end, and she repressed the little shiver that wanted to ripple through her whole body.
“Hmm, I’ve been too busy the last few days to enjoy it much. And now I find myself too caught up in looking at you to pay the view any attention.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair and she had to stifle a low gasp, already so aroused just by being close to him that she could feel the reaction deep in her core.
Julia closed her eyes as his hands slid down her bare arms to wrap around her waist, his fingers splaying over her belly as he pulled her even closer against him. “I like looking at you, too. So did those two women in the elevator.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t even notice them, so don’t be jealous. You’re the only woman I see, Julia, the only one I want. And I can’t believe how lucky I am that of all the men you must ignore on a daily basis that you actually noticed me. And I’m going to make very, very sure that you don’t regret singling me out of all your many admirers. In fact, I intend to make you forget any other man exists after tonight.”
“Ahh.” She gave a little moan as his lips traced a slow, delicious path up the side of her neck to her ear. His teeth tugged lightly on the lobe before his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles around the shell. His mouth continued to press soft, lingering kisses along her cheek, her jaw, coming teasingly close to the corner of her mouth. This time she couldn’t repress the shiver that ran through her from head to toe and back up again, and she felt her nipples instantly grow hard in response.
“Do you want a drink?”
She shook her head at his whispered question, trying to suppress the little tremors that continued to ripple up and down her spine at his gentle but seductive kisses. “No. The only thing I want is you. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you on the street outside.”
Nathan groaned at her softly spoken words, running his hands through the long, silky strands of her hair. “God, you’re so sweet, so open. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, sweet Julia. Turn around now so I can kiss you, baby.”
She willingly turned to face him, sliding her arms up around his neck a split second before his mouth claimed hers in a long, searching kiss.
Julia had never been kissed like that before – with a hunger so deep and profound it felt like he was consuming her. He threaded his hands into her hair, holding her head still as he feasted on her mouth – catching her full lower lip with his teeth, biting it gently, and then running his tongue over her upper lip before plunging it back inside her mouth. She clutched at his shoulders as her legs grew wobbly beneath the fierce demands of his deep kisses, and he began to bend her backwards against his arms. At first she didn’t realize the low moans she heard were actually escaping from her own throat, the sounds increasing in volume as he continued to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He let out a low growling noise as she sucked at his tongue, every bit as hungry for him as he was for her. He was embracing her so tightly, pulling her so closely against his hard body, that her feet nearly left the ground.
He walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall, still kissing her as he leaned into her, letting her feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection. She whimpered beneath his kisses as he deliberately rubbed himself against her cleft, where she was already so wet and ready she thought incoherently that she could come just like that with no further contact. Wanting more, she slid her hand to his crotch, palming him, almost recoiling at how huge and hard he felt.
Nathan groaned, grabbing her wrist. “Fuck. Don’t do that. Not now. I’m too horny for you to be able to touch me like that, baby. And as good as this feels, I need to make it last as long as I can. So be a good girl and no touching until I say so.” He drew both of her hands over her head, pinning them firmly in place against the wall as he kissed her again. She squirmed beneath him, more aroused than she could ever recall, and growing desperate to climax, needing more than he was giving her. It wasn’t always easy or quick for her to have orgasms, but right now she sensed that it would take very little to send her spiraling over the edge. She couldn’t ever remember being this wet, or her breasts feeling so swollen and achy, her nipples hard and pressing against the too-tight confines of her bra.
“Please.” She barely recognized the throaty whisper as her own voice. “Oh, please, Nathan. I want you so much.”
He was kissing her ear again, his tongue tracing erotic little patterns all around it while he continued to slowly grind his erection against the notch of her thighs. “Shh, baby. It’s all right. I’m going to give you what you want soon. You’re not ready yet.”
She made an indecipherable sound of protest, wanting to grab his hands and bring them to her swollen, aching breasts or between her legs where she was throbbing with need, but he continued to hold her trapped in place. “I am ready. I’m so ready.”
He chuckled, caressing her flushed cheek, holding her hands captive with just one of his own. “So impatient. So eager. We have all night, baby. Hours and hours to touch and kiss and fuck. Lots of time for me to make you come over and over again. I’m going to make you come harder and longer than you’ve ever imagined, Julia. You’ll be totally ruined for anyone else after tonight.”
She was panting now, his deeply erotic words a huge turn-on, not that she needed any further stimulus. Nathan smiled deliberately, his handsome features a darkly sensual mask. “Look at you, baby. So fucking hot, so turned on. And I haven’t even touched you yet. Tell me, Julia. Are you wet?”
Her head fell back against the wall as she rasped out, “Yes. God, yes. Please. Nathan, I need you inside of me. Touch me, please.”
He ran a finger down the bridge of her nose and across her lips. “Soon, baby. I promise. And it’s going to be so good. I’m going to make you feel incredible, do all sorts of wicked things to this gorgeous body.” He tugged playfully at the bow on the front of her dress. “This sexy little bow reminds me of unwrapping presents. Except that you’re the best present a man could ever dream of. “ He slipped his finger inside her mouth, hissing as she ran her tongue up and down its length.
“You’re going to do that to my cock later,” he told her, his eyes glittering almost dangerously. “You’re going to run that tempting little tongue up and down my dick before I fuck this sexy mouth and come hard down your throat.”
“Let me do it now,” she begged, as he withdrew his finger.
Nathan shook his head. “Uh, uh. Now it’s time for me to start unwrapping my present.”
He reached behind her, finding the zipper of her dress, and lowering it slowly, one maddening inch at a time. Julia’s mouth quivered, and she was dimly aware that the moisture from her drenched underwear was beginning to seep down the insides of her thighs. She was growing desperate for relief, for release, and moaned softly as she rubbed her thighs together.
Nathan’s hands on her hips stilled her frantic efforts. “No. Stop it, Julia. I know what you’re trying to do. But I’m the only one who gets to give you an orgasm. Now, be a good girl and let me finish unwrapping my present.”
She closed her eyes as he finished unzipping her dress before tugging the garment down her arms and past her hips until it hit the floor. He held her steady as she stepped out of it, and then drew her away from the wall as he looked at her, circling around her once, twice, until he was standing in front of her again.
Julia loved beautiful, ultra-feminine lingerie, and the set she wore tonight was one of her favorites. The pink and cream striped demi-bra, with the side insets of cream lace, pushed her already full breasts into centerfold-like proportions. The lacy pink boy shorts managed to be sexy and comfortable at the same time. Most of the year she liked to wear stockings – with or without a garter belt – but summers in New York were too hot and humid to comfortably endure hosiery so her legs were bare tonight. She offered up a quick thanks that she’d taken extra care the previous evening to shave and moisturize them, and had given herself a pedicure as well, painting her nails a dainty shade of pink.
Nathan still hadn’t spoken but she could hear the ragged intake of his breath and slowly opened her eyes. He was staring at her transfixed, his mouth gaping open, his cheeks flushed. Her gaze dropped briefly to his crotch, where his erection looked about ready to burst the seam of his trousers. Her mouth went suddenly dry at the thought of that superb cock fucking her hard, riding her until she came over and over again, and she felt herself growing even wetter.
He spoke then, if one could call his harsh, almost guttural words speech. “Fuck, Julia. You’re beyond beautiful. You’re a goddamn fucking goddess. Jesus, look at you. I feel like I should kneel down and worship you.”
Julia was almost shaking with need. “God, Nathan. Don’t make me wait any longer. You’re making me crazy.”
He slid his hands up her bare arms, ignoring her impassioned plea. “Your skin is like satin,” he whispered. “So soft, all pink and cream. Just like this sexy bra. I love the way it pushes your tits up, offering them up like some delicious dessert. I’m going to taste them now.”
He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at the base of her throat, travelling across her collarbone, and finally down to the lush upper curves of her breasts. She gasped as his hands cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her taut, throbbing nipples. Julia threaded her hands into his thick, dark brown hair as he worshipped her breasts, running his tongue up and down the deep V between them. She clutched his head to her, elated that her hands were finally free to touch him, urging his mouth ever closer to her breasts.
“Ohhh, yes,” she groaned, as he finally slid two fingers inside one shallow bra cup, finding the engorged nipple and twisting it. He repeated the action on her other breast until she was squirming, the sensation a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Let me, baby,” he murmured, reaching behind her to unhook the bra and letting the firm, creamy globes of her breasts tumble free into his eager palms. He lifted one lush, round breast up and took the hard pink nipple into his mouth, suckling her hungrily and drawing a long, low cry from her throat. Julia thought wildly that nothing had ever felt so good before, and she could happily let him feast on her breasts for hours. She was pretty sure that if he kept this up just a bit longer that she could come long and hard. Her breasts had always been super-sensitive and Nathan seemed to be very aware of this fact.
“Your breasts are beautiful, Julia,” he breathed. “I love how they feel in my hands, how firm and full and soft. And they’re very sensitive, aren’t they, baby? I’ll bet if I keep sucking these pretty pink nipples that you’ll come, won’t you?”
He licked one nipple, flicking his tongue over it hard and fast, then with maddening slowness. She was almost dizzy with sensation, more aroused than she could have ever imagined, every touch of his hands threatening to send her over the edge. She threaded her hands deeper into his thick hair, cradling his face against her breasts as he continued to suck her nipples, each hungry pull of his lips reverberating through her body all the way to her womb.
“Yes. God, yes. Keep doing that, please,” she begged. “It feels so good, Nathan. Make me come this way, please.”
“Don’t come. Not yet,” he instructed, and lifted his head from her breasts.
She almost cried out in frustration, needing release so badly, her body over-stimulated by his kisses and caresses. “Nathan, you have to - ” she gasped, trying to pull his head back to her breasts.
“Hush, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he soothed. “Let’s see just how ready you are.”
He slid two fingers under the low waistband of her lacy boy shorts, dipping briefly into her navel, and then plunging into the slick, dripping wet folds of her slit.
Julia cried out while Nathan swore softly. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet and juicy. I want to lick up all that delicious juice, slide my tongue up inside you and eat you up.”
He slid his entire hand inside her panties, cupping her with his palm. “But you’ve been a very naughty girl, Julia. You got these pretty panties all wet. Now I’m going to have to take them off of you.”
Nathan sunk to his knees, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the boy shorts, tugging them down her legs, and helping her step out of them. When she moved to kick off one shoe, he held her ankle still. “Leave them on,” he ordered. “These sexy as fuck shoes. I want you wearing them when you wrap these gorgeous legs around me while I’m fucking you for the first time.”
Julia’s legs trembled, loving the way he talked dirty to her, as well as the way he was taking complete control of their foreplay, even dominating it. And then she was gasping, gripping his shoulders tightly as he slid two fingers back inside her, fucking her with them slowly and deliberately, as his thumb circled her ultrasensitive clit. The intense awareness and arousal that had been building inside of her ever since she’d met him on the street, and that he had been consistently stoking with his demanding kisses and expert caresses, suddenly burst to overflowing. The orgasm that flooded her body was the strongest and hardest she’d ever experienced, just as Nathan had promised. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressing his cheek against her belly, and held her as she continued to quiver in the aftermath.
“Damn, baby, you’re so responsive,” he said, almost in disbelief. “I barely had to touch you and you went off. Mmm, it’s going to be fun to see how many times I can make you come. You’re going to be wrung out by the time I’m finished.” He nuzzled his face into the soft, damp tangle of her light brown pubic hair. “Time for round two.”
She cried out helplessly, her hands tangling in his thick hair, as he licked at her slick, wet folds. He parted her swollen labia with his thumbs, holding her open as he licked her up like a cat would cream. Julia’s breath came out in short, gasping pants as he continued to eat her out thoroughly, and she was half-afraid her legs would give out from under her. His tongue delved deep into the very core of her, thrusting in and out while one thumb skimmed back and forth over her clit, driving her crazy with the sensations. Then it was his tongue – that talented, wicked tongue - flicking over the distended little nub before biting down on it, sucking it hard, and this time she screamed his name as she came.
He slid back up her body, wrapping her in his arms and holding her close, soothing her as her body shuddered. “That’s my beautiful girl,” he crooned. “Such a sexy, responsive little temptress you are. And you smell and taste delicious, too. I want you to taste yourself, baby.”
He kissed her then, a wet, open-mouthed kiss that bruised her already swollen lips. She could taste the salty muskiness of her own juices on his tongue and wound herself more closely against him. The realization that she was completely nude, save for her shoes, while he was still fully clothed, made her feel like a wanton harem girl, and she was more than anxious to get him naked.
Julia tugged on his tie. “You’ve got too many clothes on,” she pouted. “It’s not fair. I want to see you, too.”
He shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it on a chair, and spread his arms. “Then undress me, baby. You’re in charge now.”
She smiled, liking that thought, and that she could tease and torture him with the same seductive slowness he’d just done with her. “Okay. First, let’s get rid of this.” She deftly unfastened his tie and let it fall to the floor.
“The shirt next.”
She undid the buttons one at a time with deliberate slowness. Nathan’s eyes were glittering, his breath starting to hitch as she continued her progress. She tugged the shirt from his pants and pushed it off him, gasping with delight as she bared his torso.
“What a beautiful man you are,” she whispered, running her palms over the hard, defined muscles of his chest and abs, then back up his arms to his broad, strong shoulders and down to his bulging biceps. Julia leaned in and nuzzled the side of his neck, breathing in the clean masculine scent that was a combination of soap, shave cream and sweat. Imitating his previous actions, she trailed soft, moist kisses down his jaw and throat and continued past his chest. She ran her tongue over each flat male nipple, enjoying the sound of his indrawn hiss, and loving the feel of his heart beating in wild rhythm beneath her palm. Her hands moved to his back, her fingers splaying over the muscles she found there, as her mouth continued its descent until it stopped at his waist.
“Now these.” She tugged at the waistband of his trousers. “Let me,” she instructed as his hands would have begun to unbuckle his belt.
Nathan kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks as Julia unbuckled his belt with aggravating slowness. He growled a warning as she rubbed her breasts against his bare chest, the erect nipples boring into his hot skin. Smiling naughtily, she unbuttoned his pants and began to slide the zipper down very, very carefully, its rasp the only sound in the room save for Nathan’s increasingly ragged breathing.
She tugged the fine fabric down his legs as she knelt, waiting for him to step out of his pants, before taking a page from his book of seduction and running her hands up the back of his well-muscled calves and powerful thighs until she reached his crotch.
His cock was standing at full attention, pushing at the too-tight confines of his dark blue briefs. Julia smiled up at him, elated to see the glitter of his light blue eyes, the flaring of his nostrils, the dark flush on his cheeks, and knew that he was immensely aroused. She slipped her fingers inside the low waistband of his underwear, and glanced at him with big, innocent eyes.
“May I?” she asked huskily.
He bit his lip. “You may do whatever the fuck you want, baby, as long as it involves my cock being inside that hot mouth of yours within the next twenty seconds.”
“Tsk, tsk. So impatient,” she scolded mockingly. “Where’s your control? I thought you wanted to take this slow.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, staring down at her with a dangerous smolder in his eyes. “You have no idea how much control I’ve had to use tonight. I was ready to come when I kissed you the first time, and I’ve been on the edge every minute since,” he whispered gutturally. “Now be a good girl and do what I asked you to do when you were licking my finger.”
Julia felt a thrill go through her at the commanding, domineering tone of his voice, liking this side of him and finding it incredibly arousing. “Yes, sir,“ she murmured in what she hoped was an obedient voice.
She peeled the snug fitting underwear from his body, freeing his enormously erect cock. Julia licked her lips as she ran her slender hands lightly over his pulsing length, but it was more than enough to make him jump and his breath to expel in a long, slow hiss. At the first flick of her tongue over the broad head of his penis, Nathan groaned. She ran her tongue up and down the heavy, thick length of him, long, slow strokes followed by quick, butterfly-like flutters. A thick drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and she daintily licked it off before plunging her tongue deep into the slit.
“Fuck!” cursed Nathan vividly, his hands threading into her hair. “Open your mouth, Julia. This isn’t going to take very long, baby.”
Her lips parted and a second later he thrust himself hard into her wet, welcoming mouth. The head of his dick battered against the back of her throat and she had to force herself not to tense up as his thrusts grew deeper and faster. His harsh groans were the most erotic sound she’d ever heard, and she felt herself growing wetter, her nipples hardening. She slid one hand to lightly fondle his swollen balls, and that slight pressure was more than enough to send him over the edge, crying out her name and holding her head still as he spurted hot, salty cum into her mouth, filling her until she had to swallow. She couldn’t swallow all of it fast enough, and could feel his semen escape from her lips, running down her chin until she could wipe it off.
She sank to the floor by his feet, her head resting on his thighs as he shuddered repeatedly from his release. Then Nathan slid to the carpeted floor beside her, gathering her into his arms.
“You are extraordinary,” he whispered into her hair, pushing the damp strands from her forehead and pressing kisses to her temple. “Gorgeous and sexy and you respond so beautifully, baby. And you make me crazy for you. I don’t think I could ever get enough of this hot body.” He slid his hand up her hip all the way to one full, swollen breast, his thumb brushing over the nipple.
Julia bit her bottom lip, her head drooping to his shoulder as be bent and licked the other nipple. She rubbed her palm over his taut, defined abs. “I feel the same way. I’m ready for more.” She leaned in and pressed a kiss just below his ear. “Take me to bed, Nathan. I need you inside of me.”