I just nod. My chest heaves as heat spreads throughout every inch of my body. He immediately leads me to the bed and quickly removes my clothes in a hurried fashion, leaving me completely bare before him. His eyes are chaotic. I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on. Maybe I’m a little of both.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
His eyes roam my body slowly as he removes his suit jacket and then his tie. He steps in closer to me and I lean back against the bed. He reaches out and places the tie over my head. It rests loosely against my chest between my naked breasts. He looks at me as if he’s in great appreciation of what he sees. Slowly he unbuttons his white button down shirt starting with the cuffs first. Removing the shirt, he reaches out and places it around me.
“Put your arms in,” he commands. I slide my arms into the crisp white shirt and the smell of his cologne swirls through my senses. He smiles unabashedly. “You look good in my things.”
I push off the bed and bravely step towards him. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the heat of him through his white undershirt. “Not nearly as good as you look out of your things,” I tell him. My hands move in a steady trail down his muscled abs to the waist of his slacks. I look up at him. He knows what I want without a word being spoken. I unbuckle his belt and he reaches down and unzips himself for me. I slide my hand softly into his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard. My hand wraps around his hot aroused flesh and he sucks in a breath.
“No, you won’t pleasure me tonight. I want to be in control this time,” he says, grasping my wrists gently. He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Is that okay? I need this tonight.” I don’t know what he means exactly, but he can sense my unspoken questions. “None of that domination caveman stuff, Candace. I just want to feel like a man tonight. I want you to let me take the lead. Can you do that?”
“Is everything okay?” I ask. The desperation in his voice is worrying me.
Reaching out, he cups my face with his big strong hands. “Just a bad day, darling. No need to worry. I’m fine.”
I nod. “Okay.” I back up and prop myself up on the bed, then scoot back. Lying back, I rest my head on the pillow and slightly spread my legs, revealing my pussy to him. This is me, telling him he’s in control.
His eyes move to the exact spot I mean for him to look at. “Touch yourself,” he says glancing up at me and then back down..
I don’t argue or play games with him. This man doesn’t play games, so neither will I.
I brush my right hand over my leg to my inner thigh and raise my left to my breast. Slowly, I begin to touch my pussy for him while twisting my nipple between two fingers. My mouth parts slightly as the heat between my legs builds. He isn’t touching me, he isn’t talking, but he’s in control of every single movement I’m making. I push one finger inside myself then back out, bringing my wet arousal up to my clit. As I begin to stimulate it with circular motions, Brisban pushes his pants and boxers to the floor before removing his undershirt. I pause for a moment as I drink him in. He’s a beautiful man.
Absolutely breathtaking.
“Don’t stop,” he commands. “Use both hands on your pussy. Finger yourself with one and work your clit with the other.” My left hand moves from my breast down between my thighs. “Use two fingers and go slowly.”
Just like he tells me to, I push two fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I can’t help but let out a moan.
“Yes, let me hear you. I want to hear your every pleasure. Give me your sounds. I want to get drunk on your voice, your body and your touch. Give it all to me, Candace.”
My god, the way he talks to me is the most erotic way anyone has ever talked to me. He puts me at ease to the point that my inhibitions fall away completely. “I want you to touch me too,” I beg.
“Don’t worry, beautiful, I’m going to do so much more than touch you. When you wake up tomorrow and shift in your bed, I want the ache between your legs to remind you of me. When you sit at your desk tomorrow, I want the slightest twinge of pain to remind you of all the pleasure I gave that pretty pussy of yours tonight. Even when I’m not inside of you, I still want you to feel me there.”
The bed dips as he crawls onto it and my hands still. “Don’t stop,” he whispers. He’s on both knees where my feet are resting. As the heat increases between my legs, he lowers his lips to my left ankle. He places one soft kiss on my delicate skin, then his eyes cut up toward mine and our gazes lock onto each other. Gently, he places his hand under my foot, raising it up across his chest to his shoulder. I’m spread wide open for him now. My ankle rests upon his broad shoulder with my knee slightly bent. Strong manly hands caress my leg from ankle to calf to thigh with kisses following one by one.
Slow.
Methodical.
Erotic.
His hand covers mine and we massage my clit together. I pump my other fingers in and out in measured thrusts, harder and faster. “That’s right, baby, make it feel good. Let it all go.”
My back arches involuntarily as my need increases along with my breathing. He grasps my other hand and pulls my fingers out up to his lips. I feel the warmth of his wet tongue swirl around my fingers one by one before he wraps his lips around them, sucking all of my wetness off. His eyes close as if he’s trying to savor the taste of me.
His mouth moves to my inner wrist as he begins trailing kisses up my arm to my neck. “I love tasting you. I could do nothing but eat your pussy all night and I’d be sated,” he says against my collar bone. He reaches up, grasping the tie he placed around my neck loosening it. “Candace?”
Our eyes meet. “Yes?” I say breathless.
“Can I blindfold you with this? If you aren’t okay with it just tell me. But I want to blindfold you. I want you focused on how you feel instead of what you see.”
I don’t know why I trust him, but I do. It makes no sense but sometimes the best things have no rhyme or reason. I want to explore these things with him. I want all of it. “I trust you.” I place my hand on his, assuring him with a simple gesture that I’m comfortable with him.
He leans down and kisses me fully and completely. His whiskey tasting tongue swirls around mine, then he begins to gently suck. It’s incredibly sexual and arousing feeling him suck on my tongue softly yet possessively. My hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it slightly.
His teeth graze my tongue as he releases it. “You make me fucking crazy, Candace. I want to consume you. My balls are aching for release, and my cock is throbbing painfully in need for you to squeeze that hot pussy around it, but I’m not going to fuck you just yet.” His lips curl into a grin as he pulls the tie up onto my eyes. “Close those gorgeous eyes, baby. Let me tap into the most powerful sex toy you have. Your mind.”
Everything goes dark as Brisban tightens the tie around my head just enough to keep it in place. Slightly callused fingers wrap around my wrists as my hands are raised above my head. “Leave these here,” he commands. Although he’s telling me what to do, it never feels like he’s ordering me around. He does it with a reverence that makes me feel cherished rather than defiled or dominated.
Trailing his hands down both my arms across the thin cotton of his dress shirt that he’s decided to leave on me, he stops at my breasts. Both hands cup each breast and I feel my nipples roll between his thumbs and forefingers. He gives one slight pinch to my left nipple then the same to the other and I let out a whimper. “Mmm, yes, you like that don’t you. Just a bit of pain before it mixes with pleasure.”
Suddenly, his hands are gone. I feel the bed shift then nothing. The room is quiet and the bed is still. I hear faint noises, but I can’t make out what the sounds are until I hear the clinking of ice. The sound of a cork popping startles me and he lets out a chuckle.
“Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just pouring you some champagne and me some whiskey on the rocks. I thought we might need a little intermission drink. “Here, sit up a bit.” I feel pillows being propped behind me as I rise up. “There. Are you comfortable?”
He’s so damn endearing. Where did this guy even come from? Men these days are usually such assholes. This is incredibly surprising and so wonderful. “It’s perfect, thank you.” I lie back, sinking into the fluffy feather filled pillows and let out a sigh. I could stay here in this bed with Brisban all night.
“Here, open up.” Chilled glass touches my lips and I part them faintly before he tilts the glass. The sweet bubbles explode on my taste buds in tiny bursts of acidic fruitiness.
“Mmm, it’s heavenly,” I tell him after it rolls down my throat in a feeble burn. I hear the clinking of the ice again and then I feel drops of cold liquid hit my bare chest. I startle in response. Goose bumps dance across my skin in a fury and my nipples harden immediately.
“Beautiful. Simply gorgeous, Candace. You have amazing breasts with the most perfect pink nipples I’ve ever seen.”
An ice cube makes contact with my flushed skin in the center of my breasts. He traces the melting cube up the swell of my right breast to my nipple. As the ice melts, he continues making lazy circles around one nipple then tracing down and over to my left breast. Rivulets of melted ice cascade down my chest across my body and onto the bed. The ice clinks again and I know he’s retrieving another piece from his whiskey glass. Paying close attention to my other nipple, the coldness begins to numb my sense of feeling on the sensitive flesh. Swiftly, the bed shifts and warm lips envelop my hardened nipple. The heat of his mouth and tongue melt away the cold. He sucks and swirls his soft tongue round and round and my senses burst back to life in a hurry as he grazes me with his teeth, flicking with his tongue before releasing.
“God, that’s amazing. Everything you do to me feels incredible, like you know exactly what I want.”
Ice clinks. “No darling, I know what exactly what you need because it’s what I need too.”
I jump as the frigid ice assaults my warm skin again. He starts in the center of my breasts, but this time he begins to move it down little by little until he reaches my belly button. One then two circles, causing the melted liquid to pool in my belly button. As the bed shifts once more, I feel him over me. Warmth touches my skin as he licks the melted ice from my belly button. Every nerve in my body is on end as he moves and licks his way to my inner thigh. The ice clinks yet again, then touches my clit and I clench my legs.
“Oh, that’s so cold.”
“Shh, not for long,” he whispers.
His fingers glide the cube down between my labia and then I feel his lips—the ice is gone and all that’s there is his beautiful full lips, tongue and mouth. I sense a twinge of burning sensation on my most delicate skin from the residual of the whiskey he drank. It’s a good burn. Just as I’m heating up and feeling the ecstasy of the oral pleasure he’s giving me, he’s gone again.
“Oh my God, Brisban You’re trying to kill me aren’t you.”
“No and yes … or maybe I’m bringing you back to life.”
Holy hell.
“Lift that gorgeous ass of yours up for me,” he commands. I shift and thrust my pelvis upwards and a pillow is pushed just beneath my bottom. “Now relax and bend your knees just so, then let them fall apart.” His hands guide my legs apart and open wide for him. In no rush at all, he caresses my inner thighs languidly turning me into nothing but putty. I’m his right now. All his to take and control.
It’s intoxicating.
“Yes, don’t be shy, Candace. You have a beautiful pussy with just the perfect shades of pink in just the right places. I could look at you like this all night.”
Huge butterfly wings sweep my ribcage fluttering at rapid speeds, and I feel dizzy with desire as warm fingers spread the lips of my pussy back. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance.
Thank you, God.
I’m dying to have him inside of me. He pushes into me just far enough so that all that’s inside my pussy is the head. “I want more. Please give me more,” I beg.
“More of what, Candace?” he asks as he circles my clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want more of.”
“You, I want more of you. Please,” I pant. I feel as if my heart is going to leap right from my chest.
“You have me. I’m right here, darling. But you have to tell me specifically what you want. I won’t give it to you until you tell me. Say the words, Candace. I know what you want because it’s what I want too. I want to slam my cock into this hot tight pussy of yours so bad I can barely stand it, but I want to hear you say it.”
In a rush of hurried breath, I scream the words, “Fuck me, Brisban! Fuck me hard and fuck me right now.”
With one swift thrust he’s inside me, balls deep. An animalistic moan escapes my throat. He grasps my legs and pulls them up over his broad shoulders, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. He pulls back in slow motion, then slams into me with a force I’ve never felt before. It’s demanding and possessive. With every thrust, my body rocks against the soft fabric of the bed linens. The only sounds in the room are of the flesh of two bodies slapping against one another.
Harder and faster he moves. His fingers dig into my legs as he pounds into me with a determination that feels like my undoing.
Then abruptly he stops.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathing hard.
“A condom, I forgot to put on a fucking condom. I’m so sorry, babe. So damn sorry. Give me a minute.” His voice breaks as he tries to catch his breath.
“Brisban, it’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. We tried for many years with many methods and it just isn’t possible for me. I’m clean, and if you’re clean as well, it’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, concerned. I reach up to remove the tie from my eyes. “No, keep it on. I’m not done with you. This is a minor fuck up on my part. I just got carried away.”
I stop and rest my hand at my side. “Okay, and yes, I’m sure.”
He’s back inside me, warm and hot, skin on skin again. This time he’s fiercer than before. He fucks me hard and without abandon. With every thrust he grunts and I scream out his name, allowing him to hear and feel how good he’s making this for me. He begins massaging my clit again with his thumb and the orgasm sneaks up on me. Without a moment to mentally prepare it rips through my body, releasing every single ounce of tension from my body in a slow, steady relief. My toes actually curl.