Invitation Only and Grand Farewells

Chapter: 3

The mattress was firm against her back. His weight pressing warmly against her. The kisses between them now were becoming more intense with each stroke of the tongue. Even more amazing than the one kiss they had shared at the Red Lantern.

All thoughts had ceased. They were letting their bodies guide them. However dangerous that was. They were being controlled by something much more powerful than either one of them.

He maneuvered them so they were facing each other. The need to look into her eyes was becoming as overwhelming as his need to touch her. His thumb swept across her full bottom lip. "Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are? How much I want you?"

She stroked his cheek and then drew him to her and kissed him. "I've wanted this for a very long time. Maybe even before the first time you kissed me." she thought that he was a wonderful and amazing man. And she wanted to explore him. Completely.

"I remember. I didn't think you felt the same way. Until I kissed you the second time. Then I knew. I just didn't know how to go about it. That's why I don't want to rush." he told her. "I want this to last. I want you to know how I feel about you every time I touch you."

"Lou." there was a seriousness in her voice. A need. One much greater than just physical.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

His hands on her face guided her to him and his mouth practically devoured hers. His fingertips skimmed lazily down her neck until his hand covered the, still clothed, swell of her breast. His touch was thorough and greedy.

Lou was more than pleased when he elicited a small moan from her. And like a drug he had to have more. And what he wanted was the sound of his name escaping her swollen red lips. Nothing else would satisfy him.

He wanted her. Badly. Very badly. His lips were sliding down her neck, plying her with warm, wet, kisses. His hand grazed up and down her thigh, pushing the red material of her dress out of the way as he went.

His touch was becoming increasingly bold and Mary did nothing to stop his exploration. Instead she encouraged him. She moved into him tighter. Giving him much better access to the curve of her neck. Much better access to touch her. His fingertips danced along her inner thigh, caressing inward. The sound of lace crackled under his touch. "God. I want to touch you so badly." his tongue glided across her throat. "Can I?"

"Yes." she rasped. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I promise."

The lace barrier was removed. And he slowly he started caressing his way back down the smoothness of her thighs. Her hand reached for his, guiding him to exactly where she needed to be touched. "Like this." her voice was full of need.

He found her warm and silky wet. And he worked masterfully to meet the growing need inside of her. Stroking her with a knowing touch, one that made her breath quicken and her heart pound. "Oh, Lou." she managed.

"Let it build." he coaxed. "There's no need to rush."

"I need you."

His breath was hot in her ear. "You have me."

"All of you."

"Patience."

Her hips rose to meet the sensations he was creating inside of her. But it wasn't enough. She need something more. Something even more intimate. The answer came in his kiss. His lips and tongue entangling with hers.

And that was just what she needed. She cried out, her body gave in, and release washed over her like a wave. But the need in her only grew. The need to be touched and pleased. And by him.

Lou placed a kiss against her lips. "Better?"

"Mmm, much." her breathing was slowly returning to normal. She was certain she had never been brought to satisfaction so quickly. And she knew that he knew this. The look on his face told her so. He was smiling. Very pleased with himself.

"Good." he said. "Why don't you go change into your pyjamas."

"Pyjamas?" she looked up at him. "That's it?" she was perplexed. "You're leaving?"

Lou simply nodded. Mary thought he was joking. He had to be. She reached for his tie. "Get undressed."

"I have to go get a room." he said, sitting up. "You have a seminar bright and early tomorrow morning. You need to get some rest."

"You're really going?" she sat up.

"Mmm hmm." he exhaled. "I'd be far too tempted if I stayed."

"Tempted?"

"Yes." he replied. "I can't sleep in the same bed with you without touching you. It's impossible." and it was impossible. The longer he stayed in the room the more his willpower would dissolve. And that's the last thing he wanted.

He wanted a slow burn. The kind that started on the inside. The kind that took days to build. The reward was so much more explosive that way.

"Don't go." she raised to her knees to be somewhat eye level with him. "I don't want you to go."

A smile crept across his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow after your seminar." he picked the black lace up off the floor and handed it to her. "Very sexy, by the way." he said. "I always thought white would be your color. Innocent and pure."

"Think about my choice in lingerie often?"

"Crossed my mind." he admitted. He kissed her on the lips. "Sweet dreams."

She caught his tie in her hand, holding him to her. "What are you doing to me?" she was completely enamored by him. And his actions.

"Enjoying you." his voice was deep and low. "One sense at a time." it was a hell of a statement.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah." he smiled. "Tonight we explored touch. And that worked very well, didn't it?"

Her entire body was still flushed with the sensations he had created within her. "You know it did."

Lou took his tie from her hand and smoothed it down against his shirt. "Good." he said. "Tomorrow night we'll explore taste."

Her breath audibly caught in her throat. He was definitely trying to kill her. This wasn't something she expected from Lou Grant. He was a man determined and forthright. But she rather liked it she decided. This sexy, sensuous, mysterious side of him.

"Goodnight, Mary."

tbc...

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