She spreads my legs apart with her thighs and runs a finger through my wetness again, teasing me as she licks my lips and wedges her tongue between them, kissing me in the most sensual way. I’m aware of the liquid desire that has gathered between my legs as she slowly pushes a finger inside of me, then adds another one. I’m wet and throbbing and almost delirious when her thumb brushes over my engorged clit.
“You’re so tight,” she mumbles against my mouth, and the comment makes me squirm underneath her. She retracts her probing fingers while her lips stay locked with mine and places the silicon shaft between my legs, then hooks her arm under my knee and lifts it, before she slowly eases herself in, little by little. I moan, then hold my breath and moan again, louder. I clearly need this, I need her right now, and that’s crazy because I don’t even know her name.
“Are you okay?” she asks again. There’s something strangely attentive about her voice. Something that wasn’t there a minute ago when all I heard was pure, lecherous desire.
“Yes,” I say, pulling her in closer. Her weight feels perfect on top of me as she fills me up, stretching me, and I’m trying hard to stay in the present because it’s so easy to slip into ecstasy. I want this to last, and I want to remember everything tomorrow. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust, every look… Her thumb parts my lips and she studies my face while I wallow in pleasure. I suck her digit into my mouth and a flash of satisfaction hits my core when I hear her moan too. It drives me wild. My legs wrap tightly around her hips when she starts moving in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster as I buck my hips, my body begging for more because I’m already close. So close. Just as I’m seconds away from losing myself, she pulls out of me and shakes her head, giving me a teasing smile.
“Not so fast.” She lifts her hips and steadies herself on her knees, making sure not to touch anything below my waist because I’m so sensitive that even the slightest pressure will make me come. “I want you to beg for it. You can’t come until I tell you to.”
I look up at her with disbelief because I’m throbbing and so desperate that I’d probably offer up a body part for her to continue. But her teasing is also incredibly sexy, and I can’t deny that I like her being in control. “Please, can I come?” I ask through ragged breaths.
“No.” She tilts her head and catches my hands as they travel down her waist in an attempt to pull her closer, then pins them above my head. “Not yet.” Her mouth meets mine again and I know she’s close too; I can feel her trembling despite her outward appearance of self-restraint. Arching my back, I invite her to move to my breasts and she instinctively does, sucking at my nipple. It feels so good that I buck my hips against hers, seeking something, anything.
“Please fuck me and make me come,” I beg once more, and this time, she seems to give in to my lewd request as she moves back up to my mouth and slowly enters me again with the strap-on.
“Good girl,” she says in a hoarse voice as she starts fucking me deep and hard. “Come with me.”
It’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Her hands catch mine again, lacing our fingers together. For some reason, that simple action feels more intimate than anything I’ve ever done, but I don’t care because a storm starts brewing in my lower abdomen, sending waves of ecstasy through my entire body. I feel high, euphoric, I’m glowing, and I cry out when my walls contract around her. My head falls back against the pillows and I can feel her eyes on me as I almost drown in bliss. Instinctively, my hands want to reach for her face and draw her down into a kiss, but she’s still holding them in her tight grip when she reaches release herself and climaxes with a loud cry. I love the sound of her letting go.
“Kiss me.” I’m breathing fast, barely able to get the words out. She releases my hands, takes off the harness, and almost tenderly, wipes a strand of blonde hair from my forehead. I’m sweating and so is she; I can taste the salt on her mouth as she brushes her lips against mine. As my body starts to relax, I wonder what the hell just happened. ‘Who is she?’ I lace my fingers through her hair and pull her into a slow and lazy kiss, cherishing her taste while I still can. “What’s your name?” I mumble, because now I can’t seem to stop obsessing about it.
“May,” she says, and I know she’s lying.
3
My lack of sleep is wearing me down today, as I sit in our company booth at the textile trade show. There are three big rooms with vendors, and my colleague Jeff and I only have tomorrow left to work our way through the wealth of fabrics our competitors are offering in between our meetings on the stand.
Currently having a free minute to myself, I cast a quick glance at the paperwork on the chair beside me, then decide to ignore it. On Monday, I’ll be giving a presentation on a new lightweight cotton denim that our company is launching next month. My speech is intended to inspire buyers to try it, to use it for their collections and it’s a big opportunity for me. If it reaches the anticipated success it’s supposed to, I can see another promotion for me in the near future. I’ve worked hard on the launch and this is the first reveal of the material that looks just like denim but is ten times lighter, meaning it provides ultimate comfort for casual wear. I’ve been so busy catching up on other projects I’m leading that I haven’t had time to prepare for the presentation yet, and last night didn’t give me much opportunity to write the speech either. I doubt I’d be able to concentrate if I tried and tell myself that I still have another day to do it.
Secretly, I’m hoping I’ll see her again, though, and the flashbacks of last night are seriously distracting me. Her hands all over me, her mouth on mine, her body raging with need as she came on top of me… Perhaps that was the highlight of my night, hearing her curse my name. I wish I’d tasted her, because now I have a raging thirst that needs to be quenched and it’s all I can think of.
I couldn’t sleep when I got back to my room, still a little freaked out by my out-of-character behavior. She didn’t ask me to leave, but I sensed that she wanted to be alone, and so I left in the middle of the night, exhausted but extremely satisfied. I guess satisfied is an understatement, as I could probably live on the memory alone for the coming five years. Despite my fatigue, I feel like a different woman, like I’d found a key to some secret place inside me that I didn’t know existed. As much as my sexual awakening thrills me, it also makes me question many things. For years, I thought I knew myself on a sexual level, but I clearly didn’t. Why did it excite me so much when she told me what to do? And why do my thoughts keep telling me that I want to do it all again? That I want to give myself to her, to be consumed over and over?
“Feel this, Em.” Jeff walks into our stand and hands me a swatch he’s found at one of our competitors.
Taking it, I run my fingers over the fabric and study the swatch. “Impressive.” It is impressive indeed, to the touch especially, but I have other things on my mind. ‘Is she still at the hotel?’ I wanted to ask how long she was here for before I left her room, but as I didn’t expect an answer, I didn’t bother. Now I regret not enquiring about her stay because the thought of never seeing her again bothers me more as each hour passes. I check my phone; it’s four pm. Going back to the hotel now to see if she’s there will surely raise suspicion with Jeff and I still have one more client to see, so I shrug it off and make some notes on the swatch instead. After all, this is what I live for and last night was only a fleeting moment. Apart from physical pleasure, and perhaps some new insights on my side, it meant nothing to me, and I’m pretty sure that it meant nothing to her. As my thoughts come and go, I know I’m fooling myself because I have not been able to think of anything but her since I left her room. More than anything, I want to repeat the encounter and that scares me. Am I obsessed? It’s likely. I’ve never felt this compulsive need to see someone again. My sexual encounters usually just evolve out of habit and I’m never the instigator if a relationship goes beyond a one-night stand. Her mouth flashes before me and I feel an urge to kiss her that is so strong I’m afraid it might kill me if I don’t.