Chapter five
It was the awkward silence in the air quite suffocating and making me feel like one of us was going to have to say something. We stood in front of each other with the bed whispering our names. I focused on my breathing trying to quell the nerves from exposing me as a fraud.
“Just because we came up here together doesn’t mean we have to do anything. I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve done enough talking.” I was waiting for his answer and he responded by taking my hand and placing it against his chest.
Even through his shirt, I could feel how irregular his heartbeat was. The tempo quickened and it made me feel blessed to be this close to him. I wanted him to know every curve of my body like the back of his hand. I was in no hurry.
“Lila, your kiss is like warm honey and I feel like you have turned me inside out. There’s a part of me that thinks I will be betraying her memory by being with you. I know how silly it might sound to you, but I can’t help to wonder what she is thinking looking down from her heavenly perch.” I opened his shirt one button at a time. He lost his breath as I ran my fingers through the coarse hairs of his chest.
“We haven’t done anything to warrant any kind of guilt. There’s nothing wrong with finding pleasure in the arms of another. I don’t want to do anything to scare you. Taking off your shirt is a small step in the right direction.” I took off my blouse watching his reaction when he found what was hiding underneath. The bra was barely able to contain the abundance of flesh.
“With each breath you take I crumble underneath your gaze. I’m still thinking about whether or not this is a good idea. I’ve never been one to take advice from fools. I hear what you’re saying and I’m inclined to allow you to take me by your guiding hand.” We sat down on the edge of the bed, holding hands and listening to each other breathe.
I took a risk and placed my hand on his knee. I could show him incredible things with my body crying out in response to his touch. I wanted to play and to give him a reason to live again. I was fast forwarding to the end where we were lying in the post aftermath of our pleasure. There was really only one way to get there.
“I’m not usually reckless and I know when I’ve gone too far. A man like you deserves to know the feeling of a woman again.” I pushed him back on the mattress. I was his fantasy and the dream girl he didn’t even know he wanted. He had a nasty mental scar and there was a blank space ready to be filled by my words of encouragement.
“I’m having a bit of a panic attack.” I kissed him with my tongue resolving to soothe his troubled nerves. He struggled for a moment until he sank into it running his hands down my back. My eyes went wide for a moment when he found the clasp to my bra.
It fell into his hands and I saw the ray of light peering back at me through his eyes. His restless spirit lifted to a sitting position. I cupped his head and held him firmly to my chest. His hunger overwhelmed him and he ferociously grabbed onto one nipple with his teeth. I moaned and rubbed the reminder of what I was doing to him down below.
“You have a gentle soul with a wild and untamed beast waiting for the key to be placed in the lock. Show me the real man and I will give you something more than a good time.” I had ordered room service with a bottle of champagne and strawberries with whipped cream. I could only hope it wasn’t going to arrive until we were well beyond the friendship stage.
“I can feel the walls of reluctance being knocked down by your hammer of persistence. Sex was nothing more than going through the motions after what happened to my fiancé. This is more than anything I felt with those other girls. They were mainly there for one purpose.” He lifted me and had me in the position of him hovering over me.
He was growling underneath his breath as he easily undid my pants and pulled them and my underwear away from my tender flesh. I had awakened the animal spirit within him. It was always there waiting for a careful hand of persuasion to draw him out of the shell of his own prison.
“Somebody is wearing too many clothes and it’s not me.” I squealed like a little girl as he threw my legs in the air with his hands holding onto my ankles. He ignited a flicker of a flame with his fingers moving steadily closer to the object of his desire.
“Lila, I have to give you something for your patience.” His tongue followed the same path as his fingers. The light touch of the tip of his tongue burned like a hot poker. My thighs were waiting for him and there was no stopping the plane after it left the hangar.
“I want to go on the record to say I didn’t ask for this. I was perfectly content feasting my eyes on you. Your body is going to be my wonderland. Keep that in mind. If you are as good as I think you’re going to be then there will be no escaping my clutches.” He was dangerously close to the forbidden zone. I was prepared to show him what he was going to get, but he very easily did it himself.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than a woman climbing to a higher plateau of pleasure.” Without warning, he dived with the pointed end of his oral spear splaying me open for a more thorough search.
“Fuck me… you should have given me fair warning before you did that.” I tried to grab onto the headboard, but it was out of my reach. I had to do something with my hands.
My fists grabbed onto the blankets and pulled them a little harder each time he made me fade in and out of consciousness.
He was far too busy to say anything with his mouth full. He was blowing me open wide with the fuse lit to the dynamite of my climax. He had good knowledge of the female anatomy and he was using his experience to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. I was homing in on the moment of truth.
“I love the way you devour me like a man possessed. The feel of your tongue fucking me fast and wild is too much for me to take. Yes… more of that…everything you are doing is going to make me… CUMMMMM.” My body began to thrash and he had no choice but to hold me down to the best of his ability. I had traveled this road before, but not with this kind of intensity.
He finally emerged with my sweetness blazing a glistening trail along his lips. Kissing me hard and with insistence had me feeling the product of his hung arousal. I flipped him onto his back, going after his pants to find the button was already open. The zipper was halfway down and the bulge of his excitement was greeting my wide open eyes.
“I can’t do this on my own. This is when you decide if this is something you really want.” It was only 10 seconds, but it felt like an eternity before he finally lifted to give me enough room to maneuver his pants down until they were tossed without care onto the floor.
“Wild horses couldn’t tear me away from here.” I licked the surface of his underwear exactly where the bulge was situated. I soaked through the material leaving him practically exposed.
Pulling down the waistband gave me a look at the hard and unyielding subject ready to be experimented on. I continued to unveil the masterpiece molded from the minds of every woman’s fantasy. His underwear was tucked underneath his balls with my hand sliding up to the top where the magic happened.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I really do have this unhealthy fascination for your equipment. I can’t imagine a better vision than seeing this harder than granite.” This was not like those mirrors where everything was closer than they appeared.
It wasn’t safe to turn away and blinking would have made me lose out on seeing how his knob was constantly pulsating. I couldn’t decide whether or not he was purposely doing it to garner my attention or it was out of his control. It really didn’t matter.
“I’m not one to lie back on my laurels. I have a nicely proportioned piece of hardware, but I don’t believe that I’m a woman’s wet dream come true. I go out of my way to please because I was taught to give until it hurts.” He was built from the ground up in the very image of those characters in romance novels. His hair was short, but there was nothing soft about him.
“I can assure you this 9-inch behemoth is more than enough for any woman. Most guys claim to be bigger than they are, but you don’t have to do that.” I sampled the clear fluid and then encompassed his knob with the heat of my lips surrounding him.
My lipstick made a ring around his trunk until there was nothing left between them and his stomach. It was my first and not my last time giving into my voracious need. My attention was on the knob with my hand circling his shaft. I was licking in a clockwise motion and then I changed technique to counterclockwise. He squirmed in my grasp. I tried to settle him down by raking my nails down his thighs.
I brought my hand all the way back down with my mouth following the same trajectory. The bubbling cauldron of his excitement was giving me more than my fair share of a sample before the main event. It was then we both heard the inevitable knock on the door. I wasn’t sure I could pull myself away, but I managed to walk away from him wiping my mouth.
I opened the door without thinking and found myself accosted by a gun in my face.