TEN

 

Felix

 

Seeing Ida in my bedroom allows all the daydreams I’ve been having about her to fly free. My cock hardens in an instant while my minds eye enjoys the carnal display my imagination has created.

I’ve pictured her bent over the vanity in my bathroom, naked and wet in my shower, and my personal favourite, on all fours in the middle of my king-sized bed. Imagining the feel of her mouth around my cock has kept me awake at night, thoughts of the way her skin will yield to my teeth when I bite down has intrigued me since she pushed my head into her cleavage, the sensation that will engulf me when I thrust my dick inside her warm body has been hinted at with a whispered promise of ecstasy I never thought possible. To say that I’ve been driven mad over the course of two and a half days by the idea of Ida Montoya wouldn’t be an exaggeration at all.

She fell in front of me and captured my attention in a second. Now, I’m on the cusp of finding out if she’s going to come close to living up to my expectations, and it scares the living daylights out of me because either way I lose. This is going to be all or nothing.

“This is a beautiful room, Felix,” Ida says my name in that special way of hers.

“It is,” I agree in a low voice. “Although, your presence makes this room appear dull and lifeless. You outshine everything I see, and I want to worship you like the goddess you are.”

Is my sentiment overkill? You bet ya. Are the words I speak honest? Most definitely. I’ve had my share of women. I’ve even had a few who captured a tiny part of my heart and led me to believe that I cared for them. Yet, the mere promise of Ida shows me that any feelings I thought I had in the past were nothing but child’s play.

“The way you speak,” Ida murmurs. “It matches how I feel about you, but I lack the ability to put it into words. Thank you for being so open and honest. It makes this much easier.”

She hangs the shiny cape that she tried to pass off as a coat over the back of my chair. Perching daintily on the edge of my bed, Ida unstraps her heels. I lower myself to my knees and help her remove her shoes all the way. One foot at a time, I lift the red-bottomed heels from her feet and run a trail of kisses over her arch and up her ankle. Almost all signs of the injury that brought us together has gone, only smooth, supple skin and painted toenails remain.

Standing, I remove my jacket and tie. I take hold of Ida’s hands and pull her to her feet. With the added height of her heels gone, the top of her head barely grazes the bottom of my chin. Her form is a contradiction, both tiny yet ample, with a slim waist in the middle of a large chest and curved hourglass hips.

She is perfection.

In my normal life, I would never have met someone like her. The women who navigate my circles are carbon copies of the typical standard of beauty whereas Ida takes society’s expectations and turns them on their head with her unique loveliness and exquisite features. I’m a lucky man to have the opportunity to taste Ida tonight.

Using my hands on her waist to turn her until her back is to me, I unzip her dress and push the soft fabric from her shoulders. It falls in one swift motion, pooling at her feet and leaving her clad in a matching bra and panty set. The satin that covers her lushest assets are no match for my hands. They disintegrate beneath my touch, leaving her bare before me.

“Breathtaking,” I breathe my compliment around a suddenly-thick and awkward tongue. “And, all mine.”

“Felix, I—” Ida tries to protest as I tug on her hands to make her face me. I pull her arms to her sides when she attempts to hide her body from me, lowering my mouth to hers for a reassuring kiss.

Pulling away when I’ve had my fill—for now—I refuse to allow the shyness I can see growing with her to overcome her lust for me. With sure hands, I lift her in the air and coax her to wrap her legs around my waist. Once she’s in place, I walk to the edge of my bed and lay her in the middle. The gold covers are in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her nearly-black hair is a cloud of decadence that surrounds her heart-shaped face while her almond eyes stare up at me with passionate need glowing from their depths.

If I was struck dead now, I would die a happy man.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege of laying eyes on.” I stop speaking long enough to strip the rest of the clothes from my frame. “Tonight, I’m going to worship you like you’ve never been worshipped before.”

Ida opens her arms to me and pulls me close when I lay my body over hers. We fit like two puzzle pieces. Made for each other—by lucky circumstances and assisted by a little deceit. The reminder of my temporary dishonesty gives me a lump in my throat and I promise myself that I will tell her the truth in the morning. I don’t know Ida properly, but I’m certain that if she feels half of what I feel for her, she’ll understand why I lied by omission. 

Moment of uncertainty abated, I dip my head down to her breasts, nuzzling them with affectionate wonder, then taking the hard peak of her right breast into my mouth. I lavish attention on it with my tongue, swirling and nibbling gently. I move to her left breast and repeat my ministrations. With each lave of my tongue, Ida grows more vocal in her enjoyment. I run my hand down her side, over her ribs, dipping into her belly button, then finding the honeypot between her legs. My middle finger parts her tender flesh while my thumb rubs the sensitive nub that is her clit.

“Felix.” Ida moans, wrapping her arms around my neck and arching her back. “Please make love to me.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. Using my knee, I knock open her willing thighs. Ida lifts her hips and drops her hands to my shoulders. I position myself at her entrance and slowly thrust my cock into her hot heat. Ida takes me with unbridled enthusiasm, clenching tight and drawing me further within.

Gritting my teeth, I begin to move, ever so slightly. Teasing her with my body. Giving her a taste of how it will be between us. Showing Ida that what she’s feeling now is only just the beginning. Proving to myself that daydreams can never compare to reality.

“Hold tight, mein Liebling,” I whisper in Ida’s ear. “I’m only just getting started with you.”