14
Enya was sitting on one of the tables, cross-legged, when she heard a car park in front of her pastry shop. He had arrived in less than thirty minutes. She didn’t know exactly where he lived, but had assumed it was somewhere uptown, at least forty-five minutes away. Thirty minutes was a very short time for a woman to emotionally prepare herself to meeting the man who had let her go without even a hug after their first hot night of blindfolded sex. Yet thirty minutes was long enough for a drunk girl to sober up and change her mind regarding her very bold decision of calling that very man who was not giving her rest at nights. Thirty minutes of over-thinking while sitting on top of a table in an empty pastry shop at four in the morning were the worst thing a woman could do.
It was too late to change her mind now. He was already here. Enya had tried to call him and ask him not to come but she she had not summoned enough courage for that. Enya turned her phone camera on selfie mode and checked herself out on her screen. She looked tired, maybe even scared. Thomas was not going to like her. She was sure he was only here to accept her offer, claim her business and be rid of her, his “business associate.” He was not here to like her.
When the man who had not only stolen her breath but her business entered the shop, Enya’s heart skipped. He was too hot, too good, too bad… too much of everything. The man, with his tousled hair, lazy expression, and stubble on his chin was a personification of a dream. Everything about Thomas Silversson was about sex. Enya’s only regret was the black turtleneck with long sleeves he was wearing. It hid his beautiful masculine body and made Enya feel quite underdressed in her worn jeans, tiny tank top, and messy tussled hair.
“Hey beautiful,” he walked closer to the table she was sitting on. “Or shall I say good morning? I could get used to these morning feasts you offer me.”
He made a throaty groan and Enya was so ready to serve him the breakfast he craved for. Not that he had thanked her for her generosity before. He had not even asked for her permission before inviting himself to taste her.
“I... I am sorry for that silly phone call,” she shrugged.
He was standing there, very close to her, and her whole world shuddered with pleasure. Placing his strong hands very gently on her hips he pulled her body to the very edge of the table. Enya quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders to keep her balance. One wrong move or once step backward he took, she was going to fall down landing on the floor. His body was the safe anchor holding her in place. Enya took a deep breath. That very anchor was the one with the intention to destroy everything that was dear to her. Still, that anchor smelled too good and filled her mind with very naughty thoughts.
“I believe I owe you an apology,” he said. His mouth only an inch away from hers, his apology touching her lips before reaching for her mind. So close, they shared the scent of that apology. “I behaved like an idiot. My grandma wondered why an amazing woman like you ended up with a idiot like me. An idiot who could not even properly introduce you two to each other.”
“Shhh, let’s not talk now,” Enya covered his lips with two fingers. “I don’t even know what I want to say to you. I don’t know what you should say. What all of this is about... this is so messed up and so wrong!!!”
Words rushed out and the heat radiating from him was not making it any easier. Enya was lost in the pure bright green of those eyes as if the substance of those was some magical elixir which forced all the truth out of her.
“I hate you so much that there was nobody else I wanted to see right now. Does that even make any sense?”
He cupped her face in his hands and held her eyes long enough for her to shut up. A captive of his gaze, she lost the track of her accusations and angry words which stormed inside her like a hurricane.
“I know exactly what you mean, Enya,” his words were a whisper. Still, those were the most reasonable, powerful words capable of calming her ragged thoughts, to bring peace to the fire inside her. “I promise you, we’ll talk in the morning and sort this mess out. There is something I will need to tell you as well. An important part of me you don’t know,” he leaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “Right now, there is only one thing I can make right,” he spoke with his eyes closed and it pained Enya that she could not see the reflection of his own words in his eyes.
His body trembled and she knew it was the pure desire that had taken over him. The same desire that was flowing through her, destroying every last bit of her self-control, turning her into a girl trapped in the web of her own messy emotions.
Without another word, Thomas’ expert hands slid down her tank top. He did not undress her, but undid her bra and carefully pulled it out from under the top. Enya’s nipples throbbed with desire.
“I should apologize to them as well,” he whispered and his tongue circled around the nipple that was poking out, seeking any type of stimulation.
He closed his lips around the very visible tip and licked it until Enya was squirming and gasping in delight. Pleased with his work, he moved his attention to the other nipple. As he created another wet puddle around her right nipple, his hand found its way to her left breast. He tugged at it and pleasure jolted inside her. Enya’s back arched. She tightened her grip around his shoulders and slid closer toward his body. One move from him and she would fall down. She felt his cock jerk to life inside his jeans feeling the heat of her body that was now nesting him between her legs. Enya loved the feeling of relying on him for her safety. She did want him to decide whether she was to fall or to remain in his arms.
“They have forgiven me,” he said when Enya was on the edge of exploding. “Though, they just whispered to me that they are now ready for more.”
“They did? Those traitors!” Enya laughed.
Her whole body was a traitor that couldn’t wait for him to kiss and lick every inch of her skin. Today, covered in that stubble, the touch of his mouth felt rougher and left that tickly sensation which she knew she'd be remembering long after he was gone.
“Do not blame them, they have missed me,” his voice was deep and flowed like dark hot lava. Her skin reacted to those low vibrations coming out of his throat. “I hate to admit that some parts of me have also missed them.”
She knew exactly which part was guilty of that. Caught on the crime scene, that glorious member throbbed against her mound and begged for her to welcome him inside her.
“Tell me what you want!” he urged her.
“I don’t know,” she shook her head.
“You do, tell me,” he insisted.
One look into those eyes and she knew there was nothing she wanted more than him. Being ready to confess that was a different matter. She lowered her eyes.
“Don’t force me to speak,” she hated turning so shy around him.
“Look into my eyes and say what you want. You will get all of it,” he grinned.
Enya licked her lips. She came closer to lick her favorite spot, that little crack that felt rough under her tongue. Tasting him made her feel brave. She bit his lip and spoke into his mouth.
“I want you to take me on this table,” her voice trembled just a little. Voicing her desire, though, made her want it even more. She couldn’t wait for her body to be sprawled over the table for him to feast on her.
“That sounds much better,” he smiled. “I was planning to take you against the door, but if you prefer the table, so be it.”
Enya closed her eyes and imagined herself leaning against the door with her legs open and him taking her hard from behind, pressing her against its cold surface, crushing her body against it and hitting into her again and again until he took his pleasure.
“Will you let me use the scarf again?”
Enya followed his eyes noticing Emma’s infamous scarf on the cash counter. She trembled, remembering all the pleasure that scarf had given her two nights before. She nodded. And he kissed her for being a good girl again. Imagining everything he could do with that scarf, she felt heat run through her body. Her palms and toes were sweaty, her lips trembled with delight and eyes fluttered shut.
“Don’t tie my eyes, please,” she asked him. “I want to see.”
He chuckled. “What view will please your eyes?” Mischief sparkled in his green eyes.
So many imagines flashed in Enya’s head. Her voice did not cooperate in sharing any of those. She opened her mouth several times and closed it again no releasing a single sound. That did amuse him. Thomas leaned closer and digging his nose in her hair inhaled deeply.
“Tell me what you want to see, Enya,” he repeated and it was not a request, nor a question. It was a command that every cell of her body wanted to fulfill.
“Your eyes,” Enya licked her lips and felt her face blush. “I want to look into your eyes when you take me.”
He peppered soft kissed on her face and Enya was sure he was trying to kiss every single freckle on her cheeks.
“That you can see,” he agreed.
No more questions, no more words. He yanked at the hem of her tank top off her body in a blink. She did not get enough time to realize her jeans deserted her as well. Next, his hands slid underneath the waistband of her panties and ripped them off. Now, sitting cross-legged, she revealed a very exposed image of her sex. Thomas gave her a wicked grin as he leaned and kissed her clit. Her lips trembled and, as if smiling, opened up for his mouth. He cupped her breasts in his palms and gave a rough squeeze to each of them, releasing her breasts only when she arched her back and screamed his name.
“You can fight me all you want when we do business,” as he looked into her eyes, his green eyes had grown so dark with a need they reminded her of a forest in twilight buried in the shadow of the night after the sun had deserted it. “But when I make love to you, I need you to trust me, Enya.”
“I do,” she promised. “I trust you, Thomas.”
She did it again. This was pure madness, but she trusted him with all her heart and soul. She trusted him almost as much as she despised him. Thomas lifted her body from the table and turning her body easily in his arms, lowered her again. Face down, her stomach against the cool, hard surface of the table, Enya laid still, waiting for him to take her. He kissed the crack of her ass and caressed the globes. His touch was gentle, caring, yet, his mouth and fingers reached for the parts of her body she never allowed any man to touch.
“Let us get you ready, darling, shall we?”
He parted her buttocks and blew cool air targeting the untouched hole of her ass. Enya moaned as her insides throbbed with the insatiable desire to be touched, fingered, caressed, anything and everything he was going to give her. He brought her wrists together, laying them at the small of her back. Enya felt soft fabric touch her skin. The scarf! She knew that silky touch. Slowly, he tied it around her wrists securing them at her back. Next, bending her knees toward her back, he brought her ankles to her ties wrists and wrapped the scarf around them. Enya tried to free her hands, but the more she pulled at it, the tighter got the knot holding her arms and legs tied securely behind her.
“Thomas,” her voice trembled.
She had never been so helpless. Her body had never felt so sensitive. Every emotion was heightened and she feared she was going to explode the moment he touched her.
“I am right here, darling,” he claimed on the table behind her.
Pushing her legs wide apart he ran his fingers along up and down her parted pussy lips. He circled her clit, rubbed the nub until his fingers were coated in his juices, then sliding his fingers up, traces the line from her clit all the way up to the crack of her ass. He kissed the spot where his fingers touched her. His kisses continued upward to the small of her back and up her back to her shoulder blades and her neck. Enya realized he had passed through the tunnel of her tied arms and legs and was towering her body. She felt his chest against her arched back pushing her down against the surface of the table. With his one hand, he covered her throat and pulled her head back to him. He kissed her cheek and winked as Enya stared at him from the corner of her eyes.
“You can see my eyes as I take you – I’ve promised you that,” he spoke and his breath puffed on her blushed cheek.
He was fully clothed against her naked body. Unzipping his pants, he pulled his fully erect cock out and squeezed it between her buttocks. He was warm and hard, throbbing against her. She could feel the rush of his blood along his shaft. Her own heart beat as fast as his, matching their rhythm, beating as one. He probed her opening with his two fingers, thrusting them deep inside her and opening them as she pulled back - stretching her pussy, preparing her to welcome him.
“How do you want me to take you, Enya?” He asked.
Enya met his eyes. They were not even darker with only a thin line of emerald green around his dilated pupils.
“Take me hard,” she did not hesitate as she voices her desire.
A moment later, a thick cockhead poked at her hole. He pushed in and did not pause until he claimed her pussy balls-deep.
“Mine,” he whispered and waited for her insides to adjust to his girth.
The velvety walls of her pussy quivered violently before submitting to the intruding shaft. When her body relaxed underneath him, Thomas started fucking her; hard and slow as she had asked him to.
Enya saw their reflection through the window glass, with her arms and legs tied behind her back, her body arched she looked like a boat; a boat that he was sailing through the sea of pleasures. With his strong arms to her sides, holding his body weight, Thomas thrust into her deep and rocked her body as if floating on the cool waves. Her clit was grinded against the hard surface of the table every time he pushed into her and pressed her lower body down.
Looking into the dark green of his eyes, Enya let go of the last bit of control, trusting herself to his will, enjoying the maddening pleasure he gave her. She did not blink, did not close her eyes cherishing every moment, knowing right now she was allowed to look right into the dark depths of Thomas Silversson’s soul.