Anything He wants

This time my blush engulfs me and I feel the heat rising to my face. He brushes that finger across my lips for a few further seconds and then reaches down to kiss them. The kiss is hard and intense, taking no prisoners. His tongue sweeps across my lips, brushing past my teeth. I gladly receive him, opening up and moaning into his mouth. I feel myself getting damp at the prospect of those lips elsewhere on my body.

“Mmmm, Mrs. Sykes, you do taste good,” he declares, nibbling my lower lip.

I can’t help smiling to myself as he steps back, checking his watch and then obviously satisfied with the time, hands me a champagne-filled flute.

“Shall we?” he asks, gesturing to the chaise-longue in the corner of the room.

I nod, taking a mouthful of the bubbles. I feel a little giddy and am not sure if it’s the alcohol or the lust pulsing through me. I skip over and seat myself beside him. Boldly I raise my glass and propose an impromptu toast:

“Here’s to a satisfying evening then?”

He flashes me a wicked grin and gently clinks my glass in agreement.

“My sentiments exactly,” he concurs. “It’s not my place to say so, of course, but it’s not right that such a beautiful woman should be on her own in this wonderful suite.”

I appraise him again, not able to believe my luck. Why would such a hot, young guy be interested in me? I am sure he can have his pick of women his age for casual sex…? It occurs to me that that’s what I hope this is: impeccable, mind-blowing, casual fucking. The thought makes me feel horny and wanton for the first time in an age.

“Thank you,” I reply, bashful at the unexpected compliment. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I made the reservation, but you might be about to make my day a whole lot better! I’m Sara by the way,” I say, suddenly a little embarrassed that we haven’t yet got the formalities out of the way. “I don’t think I know your name?”

“I’m Blake, madam,” he answers, eyes full of unadulterated sin.

“Blake,” I start, feeling my confidence diminish, “…what must you think of me?”

“Sara, it’s not my place to judge you,” he whispers, staring at me with that same loaded intensity. “But I’m here for you right now… if you want me?”

What a question! I’ve possibly never wanted anyone more… Unwelcome thoughts of you push their way into my head. How could I ever explain this; after all the things I have accused you of doing?Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I murmur, surveying Blake’s handsome face as I falter between guilt and lust, “but… there’s no denying how much I want you.”

He pulls me closer towards him and I go gladly, climbing onto his lap. Straddling him intimately, he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing the silk aside and caressing my pale, exposed skin. Even against his uniform, I can feel his hardness. His body feels taut and poised for action. Blake runs his fingers through my hair, gently drawing my head backbacbabacksbackward and He plants soft kisses across the nape, building the pressure slowly until the feelings are almost too exquisite. Pausing, he draws me down to him, so we are eye to eye.

“Well it sounds good to me,” he purrs, “how long do you think we have?”

I check the oak grandfather clock, ticking happily to my left. It’s approaching seven o’clock. If you were going to come back to change, you’d have done so by now… so in reality we probably have hours…

“I would guess a couple of hours, but it’s impossible to know…”

My voice trails away, concerned that his conscience might be getting the better of him. I need not have worried. He answers my frown with another passionate kiss. Our lips crash together, animating the now palpable sexual tension between us. He tugs gently at the belt securing my robe, pulling both ends so they fall loosely to my sides. The front opens, exposing my swollen breasts and eager nipples.

Pulling me up even closer to him, he draws my left nipple into his hot mouth. I hear myself groan at the sudden, welcomed sensation. His teeth tug gently at the growing bud and instinctively I run my fingers through the length of his dark, luscious hair. I feel his erection straining to be free by my thigh and work my leg against him, noticing him grow at the contact. As he turns his attention to my other breast, he fondles the left with his skillful hands, leaving me breathless and writhing uncontrollably on his lap.

“Oh, I want to feel you inside me!”

The words leave my lips in a rush of brazen desire, even before I have had time to process them.

He stops nuzzling me for a moment and smiles that sinful grin again.

“Uh-uh, Mrs. Sykes, not yet! If you want my cock, then you’re going to have to work for it…”

His tone is playful and yet he looks serious. Intrigued by his response, I decide to play Blake at his own game, and rising from his lap, I drop to my knees on the plush carpet in front of him.

“…What can I do for you, sir?” I ask primly, watching his response from beneath my lashes.

He chuckles and leans in towards me.

“Now that’s more like it!” he laughs, “how about I get to play customer for a while…?”

There’s a dangerous edge to his voice and I like it. I can feel my excitement spreading down my thighs.

“Certainly, sir,” I continue. “How can I help you?”

Blake arches his back into the chaise-longue, simultaneously releasing his belt buckle, with long, agile fingers. He releases the button on the top of his trousers and slowly unzips his fly, eyeing me intently during the whole show.

“Come over here and taste me,” he says, his voice little but a seductive whisper.

Heady with my desire for this man, I let the last remnants of my robe fall around my calves. Blake’s eyes widen as he drinks in all of my body. Usually so reluctant to show any flesh, I lower myself to my hands and knees and brazenly crawl the short distance between us. My breasts swing in front of me; my hard, excited nipples aching for his lips again. I’m desperate to have him, in my mouth and anywhere else he wants to be…

By the time I arrive at his crotch, his impressive length has been freed and throbs impatiently as my mouth approaches it. The fact that this gorgeous man wants me as much as I want him is so exhilarating. I eye his face one final time before I taste him and seeing his expectant smile, I wrap my lips around his hot prick.