Erotic Encounters (11 page)

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her in front of him. He caught one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled as he ran his hands inside the back of her dress. It took only a moment for his fingers to reach the garter belt and discover that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

The breath caught in his lungs. His fingertips tingled with a surge of excitement. His hungry mouth took in more of her breast, sucking with an increased intensity. Cupping the perfect globes of her ass cheeks, he squeezed the delectably firm flesh.

Trish’s legs trembled as the sensations coursed through her body, accompanied by a hungry need pulsing between her legs. His mouth…his hands…he was everything she knew he would be, and the night was still young.

She thought she would be able to stand there and allow his tantalizing seduction to continue, to revel in the delights of his touch, but her desire to touch him was more than she could control. She snaked her fingers through his thick dark hair. His mouth may have been on her breast, but the core of her excitement was much lower. The heat spread, the moisture dampened her entire pussy.

It had been over a year since she last had sex and that had been a less than stellar experience. In fact, it had left her unfulfilled and frustrated. Stimulated but without an orgasm. In retrospect, she had only dated him because he bore a vague resemblance to Jonathon Rutledge. Since then, only her vibrator had been between her legs. It was adequate in relieving that sexual itch, but nothing more.

And now she had the real thing all to herself and one night to make all her fantasies come true.

His movements were not as smooth as she had assumed they would be as he tugged on her dress, inching it down her hips then letting it drop to the floor where it pooled at her feet. It was almost as if he had been forcing himself to take it slow.

He leaned back on his elbows. A moment of eye contact was long enough for her to see the passion shining in the depths of his green eyes. She had seen it a thousand times in her dreams and fantasies, but this time it was real.

And that glow of passion was all for her.

Her insides quivered and her heart pounded. A moment of panic invaded her reality. He was a very dynamic man. She was limited in her experience of anything beyond the basic missionary position. Would she be able to satisfy all his needs and desires? Would he find her lack of experience a turn off? She forced her negative thoughts aside. Now was not the time for doubts.

She stood in front of him. The red lace garter belt framed the blonde curls covering her sex. Red satin ribbons held up her sheer black stockings. His gaze skimmed her body, then came to rest on the feathery softness decorating her pussy. He touched her breasts again, then ran a finger lightly over her skin from the valley between her breasts down to the garter belt, then across her mound. He touched the very tip of his finger against her clit.

A sharp intake of breath followed by an earthy moan of delight escaped her throat before she could stop it. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her body trembled in response to his actions. He stroked between her legs, tracing her delicate pussy lips, then withdrew his hand and touched his wet finger to his tongue.

“I think you should leave that garter belt and your stockings on.” His words came out as a husky rasp. “It’s so damned sexy the way it surrounds your delicious pussy, like the perfect picture frame around an exquisite work of art.”

It had taken every ounce of will power she possessed to remain still while he skimmed his hands over her body, touched her tingling clit and ran his finger between her legs. He had been her fantasy for three years even though she knew he saw her as nothing more than an incredibly efficient employee. He normally took no more notice of her than the paint on the wall. But tonight he would be different. He would be all hers through the screaming ecstasy of multiple orgasms. She would thrill to the excitement so many other women had known in his bed. And Monday when he arrived at the office and she handed him his cup of coffee, he would never know it was her.

“You have me out of my clothes, but you’re still dressed.” Once again she was able to bring forth the throaty voice she had practiced in the privacy of her apartment as part of her disguise, although she couldn’t control the slight quaver that surrounded her words. “I think it’s time for you to get out of your clothes.”

Jonathon stood up and touched the silken strands of her hair. His words were soft, his breath brushing lightly across her cheek. “I think you’re right.”

Chapter Two

Trish tugged Jonathon’s shirt from the waist of his trousers and unfastened the top button. Then the next and the next. Her fingers trembled to the point she couldn’t undo the final button. She had never undressed a man before and didn’t know how to go about it. As sensual as she wanted the action to be was as awkward as she felt. She knew she was failing miserably. Was he already disappointed? Did he regret his decision to whisk her away to his hotel room?

Jonathon put his hand on top of hers and flashed a sexy grin. “Maybe you’d better let me do that.” He indicated the bed. “Why don’t you relax, and I’ll join you in a moment?”

She returned his smile with an inviting one of her own. She leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue across his lower lip. She had never attempted to seduce a man before. In all her thirty years, it was the most brazen thing she had ever done, except for standing there nearly naked in front of the sexiest man alive.

She may have dressed the part of sex personified, but it was a long way from the reality of who and what she was—except for tonight. She knew there would be many more firsts for her before the night was over. One forbidden night of totally unbridled wanton passion.

One forbidden night that would have to last her a lifetime.

She eased onto the bed, but her mind was far from relaxed. The way he had grabbed her trembling hand, telling her he’d take off his own clothes—had she made a total fool of herself? Had she managed to make it perfectly clear she was way out of her element? A player who belonged in little league rather than the major leagues with him? She had already moved far outside her realm of experience.

Another hint of panic tried to make its way to the forefront, but the tingling in her clit and her tightly drawn nipples overpowered her concerns. The look on his face said he liked what he saw as his gaze traveled across her body.

She watched as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside in much the same way as it had happened in her day dreams. She had visualized what his body would look like so many times, but nothing in her imagination matched this reality. His hard chest, broad shoulders, strong arms, muscled legs and a tight butt were perfection as far as she was concerned.

A rush of heat and moisture flooded between her legs. His cock stood tall and proud—the thick shaft with the clearly defined engorged veins, the head a rapidly darkening purple. She had not had the opportunity to see that many fully erect male organs in person with the lights on, but she could not imagine one more impressive than what she was staring at.

She reached for one of the pillows, arching her hips off the bed as she slipped it beneath her rear end to thrust her pussy upward so it would be more accessible. She had certainly never done that before, but had read about it. The action made her feel very sexy and uninhibited, a sensation that pleased her. The look on his face told her it delighted him, too.

“Well, my sexy seductress, that’s an invitation that could make the strongest man quiver. Everything looks so good. I don’t know where to begin.”

That may have been what he said, but his actions made it clear that he knew exactly where he wanted to begin. He snuggled his body between her legs, spreading them as he placed his face very close to her feathered mound. She had read about oral sex and had even heard people talk about it, but she had never experienced it. She had assumed it would be part of a night of passion. Someone as sexy as Jonathon Rutledge would surely have a well-rounded repertoire, but not knowing what to expect had left her a little nervous about the prospect.

His warm breath tickled against her inner thighs sending a wave of unexpected anticipation coursing through her body. Then his lips touched her most intimate place. She drew in a hard gasp. The sensation was so much more intense than she had thought it would be. She closed her eyes as the waves of excitement assaulted her senses. She heard the moan of delight and knew it had come from her throat. She also knew she wanted much more of this new experience, this formerly forbidden treat.

He traced the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, then flicked it against her clit. Her head jerked back against the pillow as she thrust her muff upward toward him.

Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Her pussy muscles spasmed in a series of rapid contractions unlike anything she had ever known as the orgasm ripped through her body. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy touched every part of her. She ran her shaky fingers through his hair, then pulled his face harder against her muff. Her hips bucked wildly, demanding more of his tantalizing lingual attentions.

“Oh, my God! That’s—” The words had come out of her mouth, but she didn’t recognize the breathless rasp that uttered them. “More…oh, please, more. I’ve never—”

Even as muddled as her mind was at the moment, she knew she had to shut up before she said something she shouldn’t. Before she let him know this was all new to her. Perhaps she had already said too much. She couldn’t even think. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had said. All she could do was feel and experience.

Her taste exploded inside Jonathon’s mouth, flowing over his tongue and filling his senses with the tantalizing spice. It was a taste he wanted to sample again and again. A taste that excited. A taste that cried out for more.

He lapped at her flowing juices, her addictive flavor filling his mouth and almost overwhelming his senses. He had never tasted a pussy as delicious or experienced such an immediate response from a woman. Her thighs tightened around his head as if she was afraid he might try to pull back. He took her clit into his mouth again, sucking on the engorged nubbin as he inhaled the aroma of her sex. His chest tightened, making it more difficult for him to breathe.

Her pussy walls grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it deep inside. He felt her second orgasm shudder through her body and heard her whimpers and cries of fulfilled delight. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and this one was someone very special. He couldn’t hold out much longer. His cock throbbed with his need for release.

He pulled his face from her steaming pussy, reluctant to give up her taste but needing his own release. Her juices matted her blonde curls against her mound, her swollen pussy lips and engorged clit, beckoning him to return. The sight, framed by the red garter belt and sheer black stockings, almost shoved him into orgasmic rapture.

He grabbed a condom packet from where he had put them on the night stand
just in case
and rolled it on. He had hoped he would get lucky, but in his wildest thought, he never thought he would end up in bed with anyone like this incredible woman.

His heart pounded in his chest as need throbbed through his body. He nudged her legs wider apart with his knee, then positioned his cock head at her opening and pushed forward. Her orgasms had made the way very wet, inviting a smooth penetration. He slowly entered her, every inch of the journey indescribable pleasure, until he was buried to the hilt.

Her walls closed around his shaft, squeezing his cock in a hot tight cocoon. The sensation nearly took away what little breath he still had. So hot. So tight. He had never experienced anything like it. He set a slow even pace, fighting to maintain control rather than surrendering to the hot passion surging through him.

His pace quickened. She was too hot, too tight and too incredible. There was no way he could hold back any longer. It had been too many months, and he was so ready. His balls pulled up tight, then his release shuddered through his body in hard spasms. His mouth found hers. He took control of it, wanting as much of her as he could take, everything she was willing to give.

He held her in his embrace, caressing her back and shoulders as he regained his composure. He couldn’t remember ever being inside a woman as hot and tight as she was. Or one who tasted as sweet as she did. Or one who felt so good in his arms. One way or the other, he had to find out who she was.

She didn’t have a purse of any type with her, which was a little surprising. No identification, no money, no room key, no car key, no parking claim check from the hotel’s valet parking. Nothing to say who she was, how she got to the party or how she intended to get home.

He quickly disposed of the used condom. They snuggled in each other’s arms for what seemed like a long time, but in reality was only about fifteen minutes. Neither spoke nor moved. It was a time of surprising closeness. A time that felt almost as emotional as it did physical.

Her unique taste continued to linger on his tongue, to fill his mouth and tease his senses. He wanted more. He also wanted to experience what he had visualized when he first encountered her…his hard shaft sliding in and out of her tempting mouth.

He acted on his fantasy by swiveling around to straddle her so that his face was at her pussy with his arms wrapped around her hips. His cock bobbed in front of her face. He immediately buried his mouth in the tasty treat. He lapped at her juices before fucking her with his tongue, each thrust dragging across her swollen clit. Her body jerked and writhed beneath him, her sensual moans feeding his excitement. He wanted her lips wrapped around his cock, her mouth sucking him to another climax.

Then he felt her hand on his shaft, her touch almost tentative. In fact, her touch felt
too
tentative for someone presenting herself as a major sex kitten playmate.

Her hesitancy confused him. He pulled his mouth away from her just long enough to force out a few words. “Suck my cock.” Then he returned to the all too tempting essence that he didn’t seem to be able to get enough of. A taste different than any he had previously enjoyed. A taste belonging to a woman who excited him more than anyone he had ever met.