Loving The Enemy

I kept my eyes on hers as I lowered the straps of her dress until they fell down her arms and hung at her elbows. The little half bra she wore came away easily once I unsnapped the clasp between her breasts. Such high, firm globes. Pink and flushed, her nipples like warm raspberries, just begging for my mouth.

I teased them first with my fingers. Her eyes went to half mast as she gasped with pleasure. “Open your eyes. I want to see what I do to you.” Her nipples grew hard under my ministrations and her chest heaved as her eyes darkened. I gave her ample time to object as I lowered my head to her breast.

If she had fought me I would’ve stopped. But when her hand came down and held the back of my head in place as I licked her pearled nipple, I knew she was as far gone as I was. I had no fear of being interrupted, because the food and wine I knew would be left in the outer room until we were ready for it. No one would breach the room where I now had her laid back against the large silk pillows that were strewn about the floor.

Her dress was bunched up between us and I had my thigh pressed between her legs while I moved from one nipple to the other, going mad at the taste of her. The way she rode my thigh and moaned sweetly in her throat made me want to tear the bit of silk from her and just fuck her here and now.

My control was about to snap, but I didn’t give a damn. I never let a woman have this much control over me; it’s a dangerous thing to do for a man in my position. But tonight I didn’t want to hold back, in fact it didn’t seem as though I could. I’m afraid it was too late to turn back, to walk back out the door I’d opened.

EMILY

Oh merciful heavens is this really happening? A part of me wanted to stop him, but hadn’t he said that he knew I wasn’t ready? Surely he would stop before we went too far. It was that thought that allowed me the freedom to just lay back and let him do as he pleased, trusting that he would stop himself, and me, since I seemed to have lost my will.

I’d never felt anything like his mouth on my nipple, or that sweet sensation brought on by the feel of his sex pressed into mine. It was I who moved beneath him because I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to feel more of that heavy weight that seemed unreasonably long. Did those things really get that big?

I soon lost all thought when one of his big callused hands came up under my dress. I held my breath as I felt the heat of that hand through the silk of my underwear. I was torn between wanting to feel his fingers in me again, and calling a halt before this went too far. I was well past the point of no return.

I was secretly relieved when he took matters into his own hands and was unable to hold back the sigh of pleasure when he pushed one, then two large fingers into me. My face heated up with embarrassment when my body made wet squishy sounds, but I soon got over my embarrassment when he pulled his fingers from my body and sucked them slowly into his mouth.

I felt cold and alone when he moved away and went to the door. I hadn’t even seen the little green light go off, but he must’ve heard something outside. I was a little disconcerted that he could be so removed from the situation when I was all but ready to lay prostrate at his feet panting in need.

I saw that I was very wrong when he turned back to me. That tic was going in his cheek again but this time I didn’t think it had anything to do with anger. One swift look at his trousers told me he was in very much the same state as I was and for some reason that made me feel very powerful indeed.

“Lay down.” His voice was gruff but I didn’t question his order as I reclined back against the pillows at my back. I must look like a wanton slut with the bottom of my dress up around my waist and the top pulled down beneath my heaving breasts. I didn’t care. I cared even less when he came over to me on his knees with the wine bottle in hand.

I watched him through slitted eyes as he held the bottle over my lower stomach. My muscles clenched when the cold wine touched the warmth of my flesh. I bucked up off the pillows when he lowered his head and sipped the wine as it ran down to my sex.

“Oh my…” My eyes widened in surprise when he followed the flow of the wine down between my thighs and all I could think was thank goodness I’d remembered to get a bikini wax. I had no choice but to open my legs wider when I felt not only his fingers but his tongue on my sex. My eyes which I’d closed at the immense pleasure once again widened at the cool feel of his tongue as it slipped inside me.