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everything from mine. My head swooned and, if it wasn’t for him holding me up, I would have lost my footing. He made me dizzy. He threw my equilibrium off-kilter, the compass inside usually centered straight and due north now was spinning on its axis.
He tore his mouth from mine, still holding me in his arms. “I can’t wait anymore, and Vienna’s too far away. You’re coming to my place.” With that command, he led me to his waiting car and drove me to his apartment.
Chapter Four
I wish I could tell you what my first impressions of his apartment were when I walked in. I remember nothing of the drive over or the ride in his elevator. That was because I was ensconced in all that was Kyle. His scent, the feel of his tongue on my skin, the grip of his fingers into my flesh.
I could tell you that underneath the smell of clean linens and soap, I caught a hint of his natural musk, so earthy and male that I wanted to claw myself right into his body. I recall in perfect detail how tantalizing his golden tan skin was, especially juxtaposed with the crisp white of his dress shirt.
I loved that he had only the lightest dusting of chest hair that darkened as it trailed down his abdomen to his sex. As soon as we walked into his apartment, he shoved me against the wall, tearing open my blouse, the buttons scattering and pinging against the hard marble floors, rolling in an array of directions. Just like the neuron connections in my head: zapped and all over the place.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised, all the while peeling it off, unbuttoning my jeans. They were skinny jeans so they were fairly tight and he had to jerk them down. I started to move toward my ankles and, as I leaned down to get them and my heels off, he stopped me, grasping my hand then taking me by both wrists.
“Don’t do a thing. I got this,” he ordered, proceeding to strip off the denim but then taking a moment to put my heels back on my feet. Now I was standing in nothing but a lacy green bra and panties, with my surprisingly comfortable Manolo Blahnik hot-pink high heels. My lucky shoes, ones I always wore on the first day of rehearsals, no matter how impractical.
Then he pinned my arms over my head, against the wall by his front door. He pressed his hardened cock against my stomach as I moaned under the delicious pressure.
“You wet for me already, honey?” he asked while moving away from my mouth and gliding his perfect lips along my jawline, down my thrumming pulse. As he was working the sensitive skin on my neck, his hand ran down my belly, his fingertips skimming along the fringe of my lace underwear then dipping right into the pooling wetness between my thighs. His long fingers rubbed between my lips, giving my clit a couple of circular strokes right on the tip. A guttural moan escaped me, and I closed my eyes, soaking in his touch, reveling in the feel of him. I knew I was being played like a fine instrument, by a man who had spent years perfecting his skills with Lord knew how many women. And in that moment, I honestly didn’t care one bit. I was just thrilled to be played by a master.
“You like that? The way I touch you? Fingering that hot, wet pussy?”
I could barely nod a response, already beyond the point of being able to talk.
Then he removed his hand from my panties, making my body immediately bereft. I slowly opened my eyes to find his immediately lock with mine. The charming guy was gone, replaced with this intense, dominating man who was hell-bent on claiming every whimper and moan I had to give. Kyle then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking hard while staring at me the whole time.
“Just knew you were gonna taste good.” He gave me one of those wicked smiles of his, part Cheshire-grinning devil and part good ol’ boy. Still smiling, he bit his bottom lip in between his teeth, a habit I’d seen him do when he was amused or thought I was being particularly adorable. I couldn’t help but feel my heart
He tore his mouth from mine, still holding me in his arms. “I can’t wait anymore, and Vienna’s too far away. You’re coming to my place.” With that command, he led me to his waiting car and drove me to his apartment.
Chapter Four
I wish I could tell you what my first impressions of his apartment were when I walked in. I remember nothing of the drive over or the ride in his elevator. That was because I was ensconced in all that was Kyle. His scent, the feel of his tongue on my skin, the grip of his fingers into my flesh.
I could tell you that underneath the smell of clean linens and soap, I caught a hint of his natural musk, so earthy and male that I wanted to claw myself right into his body. I recall in perfect detail how tantalizing his golden tan skin was, especially juxtaposed with the crisp white of his dress shirt.
I loved that he had only the lightest dusting of chest hair that darkened as it trailed down his abdomen to his sex. As soon as we walked into his apartment, he shoved me against the wall, tearing open my blouse, the buttons scattering and pinging against the hard marble floors, rolling in an array of directions. Just like the neuron connections in my head: zapped and all over the place.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised, all the while peeling it off, unbuttoning my jeans. They were skinny jeans so they were fairly tight and he had to jerk them down. I started to move toward my ankles and, as I leaned down to get them and my heels off, he stopped me, grasping my hand then taking me by both wrists.
“Don’t do a thing. I got this,” he ordered, proceeding to strip off the denim but then taking a moment to put my heels back on my feet. Now I was standing in nothing but a lacy green bra and panties, with my surprisingly comfortable Manolo Blahnik hot-pink high heels. My lucky shoes, ones I always wore on the first day of rehearsals, no matter how impractical.
Then he pinned my arms over my head, against the wall by his front door. He pressed his hardened cock against my stomach as I moaned under the delicious pressure.
“You wet for me already, honey?” he asked while moving away from my mouth and gliding his perfect lips along my jawline, down my thrumming pulse. As he was working the sensitive skin on my neck, his hand ran down my belly, his fingertips skimming along the fringe of my lace underwear then dipping right into the pooling wetness between my thighs. His long fingers rubbed between my lips, giving my clit a couple of circular strokes right on the tip. A guttural moan escaped me, and I closed my eyes, soaking in his touch, reveling in the feel of him. I knew I was being played like a fine instrument, by a man who had spent years perfecting his skills with Lord knew how many women. And in that moment, I honestly didn’t care one bit. I was just thrilled to be played by a master.
“You like that? The way I touch you? Fingering that hot, wet pussy?”
I could barely nod a response, already beyond the point of being able to talk.
Then he removed his hand from my panties, making my body immediately bereft. I slowly opened my eyes to find his immediately lock with mine. The charming guy was gone, replaced with this intense, dominating man who was hell-bent on claiming every whimper and moan I had to give. Kyle then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking hard while staring at me the whole time.
“Just knew you were gonna taste good.” He gave me one of those wicked smiles of his, part Cheshire-grinning devil and part good ol’ boy. Still smiling, he bit his bottom lip in between his teeth, a habit I’d seen him do when he was amused or thought I was being particularly adorable. I couldn’t help but feel my heart
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