"But I want you inside of me," I pouted. He suddenly hauled me up off the floor, crushing me into him and kissing me hard. His mouth dominated mine, his tongue pushing my lips apart and taking my breath away. Just as abruptly as he started the kiss, he pulled away.
"Soon," he rasped in my ear before pushing me back toward the floor. "Do as you're told!"
"Yes, sir," I murmured demurely but with a smirk, and was delighted to see him clench his jaw in reply. I took him back in my mouth, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting into me, moaning loudly and finishing hard. Wiping my mouth, I looked up at him. His head was tilted back, and sweat glistened on his skin, while his arms hung loosely at his sides. He was momentarily undone, and I felt a surge of power to have brought him to that point. He took a deep breath with his whole body, and I leaned back on my hands, enjoying the view.
After a moment, he seemed to come back to Earth. He ran a hand through his dark, curly hair and looked down at me with a satisfied expression. I felt almost giddy, like a school girl who'd done well on an assignment. A part of me whispered not to act foolish, but that part of me was getting fainter by the moment. He knew nothing about me; I could be anyone I wanted with him. There'd be no expectations tomorrow, because we had no tomorrow. If I wanted to be a giddy schoolgirl, I could.
His eyes drifted down from my face, and I felt a surge of heat, remembering the way he had whispered "soon" into my ear. I sat up eagerly, but he merely smiled and walked past me. There was a small bar in the corner and he picked up a cell phone lying on it and started typing. I climbed to my feet, and suddenly felt a little awkward. We weren't done, were we? Not that I hadn't enjoyed myself, but I wanted much more.
He put down the phone and started rummaging behind the bar. My gaze wandered around the room. Everything looked expensive. On the wall behind the couch there was a painting that I was pretty sure was a Titian. I walked over to get a better look, and it occurred to me that this might not be a copy but the original. I went back to the couch and sank into its softness. I wondered what it was like to live this way all the time, surrounded by beauty and soft things, commanding the world around you as you pleased.
He emerged from the bar with two glasses, which he set on the end table next to the couch. He then grabbed his sweatpants from the floor and pulled them on, not bothering with his underwear. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I jumped up, but he didn't seem surprised. He strolled over and opened it, speaking in a low voice with the person on the other side. He closed the door and returned to the couch with two bottles, which he also sat on the end table.
"You choose. I got red and white." He'd been ordering wine? And it got here this quickly? He really did command the world. I examined the bottles, but knowing nothing about wine, had no idea which to pick. I shrugged.
"It doesn't matter. I didn't come here for wine."
He tilted his head and seemed to search my face for a moment before picking up one of the bottles and opening it. He poured the wine, a deep red color, into the glasses and handed one to me. He took a deep drink from the other, set it down and reached over to start undoing my jeans.
"Take a drink," he said, and I did. As soon as the glass left my lips, he leaned in and captured them with his own. The taste of him mingled with the taste of the wine as he slid my jeans to the floor.
"Again," he ordered, and I took another sip. I was prepared this time and opened my mouth to him. The kiss was deeper and intoxicating, but not so much that I didn't feel my panties follow my jeans to the floor. He ran his hands up my body just as before and pushed me down onto the couch. He bent to keep our faces close.
"One more time," he whispered, and this time I did it slowly, holding his gaze as I drank. Impatient, he took the glass from my lips and set it to the side, then went in for a third kiss, the most intense yet. He knelt without breaking the kiss, and I felt his hands on my knees, pushing my legs apart. I shivered as the air hit the most sensitive part of me. He ran one hand up my thigh and across my hip, resting it on my lower stomach. His lips inched down to my neck as his hand wandered lower, but too slowly for my taste. I breathed hard and put my hand on top of his, guiding it down further until it hit wetness. God, I was so wet for him.
His thumb quickly found my clit and started making small circles. I moaned and arched against his hand, and he responded by increasing the pressure, and then sliding a finger inside me. I gasped, flickers of desire rolling over me. For the second time that night, I told him, "I want you inside me."
He smiled against my neck and whispered back, "Soon." And then he made his way down my body until his mouth replaced his hand, and his tongue replaced his fingers...
I came so hard I forgot where I was.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, I realized he had stood and was looking down at me. I couldn't think, so I just blinked and hoped he'd tell me what to do. He raised an eyebrow.
"More?" he asked.
I could only nod.
"Stand up."
I stood, and found my legs were unsteady. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then felt a firm hand on my hip.
"This way, into the bedroom," said his voice in my ear, and I walked where he guided me.
He stopped me once we were at the bed, and for a second he just wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind. His chest was against my back, and I could feel his erection pressing into me through the fabric of his sweatpants. He kept one arm around me as he undid my bra. Once the clasp came undone, I slipped it off, turned in his arms, and pushed down his pants. He bent his head to kiss my neck and then pushed me down onto the bed.
"Tell me again," he said. I looked up at him, practically shivering with want, and said, "I want you inside me."
His hungry smile was back, he grabbed my hips and pushed me up the bed. He climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open with his body, and pressing just the tip of his cock into me. I cried out in frustration. He grinned, and lowered his head to take first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them playfully. Then he kissed me before pulling back.
"Just one more time," he said. Now, it was my jaw that clenched.
"I want you," I said through my teeth, "inside me. Now!"
He plunged into me, and as desperately as I had wanted it, I was still not prepared. He started to move, rocking his hips in a way that made me moan uncontrollably. It still wasn't enough for me, though, and as if he read my mind he pulled out and flipped me over before entering me again. His hands dug into my hips and I was clinging desperately to the bedsheets. It felt like every stroke took him deeper than I could handle, and yet I wanted more, and begged him to go deeper, harder. He complied, and before long I was coming again, spinning into oblivion. Not long after I came, he came too, slamming against me until he was spent, and we both collapsed onto the bed.
After a minute he rolled off of me, and I turned onto my back. Without the heat of his body the air felt cool against my sweat-drenched skin. Again, as if reading my mind, he pulled the sheet up over us.
I looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, trying to process the mind-blowing experience I'd just had. If every one-night stand was this good, I'd have to have them more often...