Chapter 5
"A Man and a Woman"
There are moments in time that will last forever. In the stream of one's life they may seem fleeting at best, but as the years pass they take on a timeless quality. Looking back the memories never lose their sharpness. Different details surface out of the whole, yet each fraction of the moment builds one on top of the other.
It starts with the anticipation.
The smoldering looks on the ride up in the elevator. The playful touch of her fingers against his. Arriving at their floor, she smiles and undoes his tie, pulling it slowly open, urging him to follow. She's a temptress, letting him know she is just beyond his grasp, at least until they reach the room. Where others would rush ahead, they linger, allowing the excitement to build. His eyes leisurely sweep over all of her, taking in every detail, every curve. With each step, the man can feel the excitement building inside him. He can't remember every wanting someone as much as he does this woman.
She stops in front of the door, biting her lower lip as she greedily looks at his handsome face. The feelings running through her are more than desire, they are a hunger, a hunger to possess and be possessed by him. She feels a heat spreading out from her core as she brushes her fingers down the front of him, feeling the hard muscles just under his shirt.
The promise of no limits, of truly being their selves with one another is a powerful aphrodisiac to both. His phone rings again, for the fourth time. He glances at it and then turns it off. There will be no interruptions this night. She turns to open the door, the anticipation creating goose bumps on her bare arms. He stands very close to her and she has never been more aware of another person in her life.
She has never felt more feminine that she does this night. There is something so intoxicating about it, the way his eyes seem to appreciate and see her as a woman.
Stepping into the room, she sets her handbag down on the table. The sound of the door clicking shut sends quivers over her body.
She feels him move up behind her and she gives a little gasp as his fingers skimmed over her bare shoulder. The man slowly begins to kiss her neck, moving the blonde hair to one side. The woman can feel his hand slowly start moving over her body, caressing her through the thin material of her dress. It is a very feminine feeling, which makes her feel weak with excitement. She stands there with her eyes closed, as the man gently caresses her. She shivers slightly as it all feels so wonderfully sensual.
She turns, gazing in his eyes. Her hands slip under his jacket pushing it from his shoulders. It falls to the ground a she kisses him deeply, her fingers already moving to the buttons on his shirt. In her haste and excitement, several buttons fly off. He chuckles and she blushes, but this doesn't stop her from pulling his shirt open and exposing his bare chest. His skin is warm under her touch. He gives a little gasp, as her fingers dance over his chest, her lips following, placing teasing little kisses in the spots her fingers have just been.
Playing the temptress, the seductress feels so enticing to her. Knowing she can have such a devastating affect on this man thrills her. It's a different sort of power than she's used to. It's a soft power, a velvet glove, yet no less potent. This is a power that has wrecked kingdoms, launched a thousand ships, and brought down Emperors and prophets. It's as quiet as a whisper; yet overwhelming to the ones that hear it's siren song. The intoxicating rush of understanding how truly powerful being a woman can be makes her a little giddy.
Her playful side comes out and she steps away just out of his reach. A tempting smile spreads across her full lush lips as she sees his face is flushed, his breathing faster. She slowly moves backwards, luring him deeper into the room. He takes a stride towards her, she laughs and turns to move further away. It's a deceptive attempt to escape, for she wants him to catch her.
He does.
His hand circles around her waist, pulling her back against him. She gives a little gasp, as his strong fingers spread over her flat stomach, his lips brushing against her shoulder. He is the hunter. The passion he feels is the one that wrecked those kingdoms, launched those ships, brought down those Emperors and prophets, all in the desire to possess the siren.
The man leisurely began to unzip the back of the woman's dress. It is a strangely titillating feeling of feminine vulnerability, as her dress slips slowly down her body to the floor, the luxurious material sending a wonderful shiver down her spine.
The man whispers appreciative words in her ear, wanting her to understand just how beautiful she is to him.
Her turns her around so they are facing one another. Her lip trembles as she sees the hunger in his eyes. A blush of vulnerability reddens her cheeks as he gazes over her uncovered body. Then his lips are pressing against hers and she is in his arms. Her hands pull him tighter to her, wanting him closer. His fingers skim down her slender back, sending ripples of excitement out from each spot he touches.
She doesn't want to wait any longer.
In a flurry of motion, they strip each other completely and move onto the bed. Desire threatens to overwhelm them, the hunger burning hotter and hotter. They both want this to last, to endure this erotic torture until it finally breaks them. Rolling him onto his back, she moves up and kneels astride the man; so that the man's shaft is directly between she's stocking covered legs. Gently she continues to stroke him with her slender fingers, smiling at his response. Continuing the caresses, she wantonly begins to rub the shaft between her own open legs, gyrating her hips along it, letting him know she is burning for him to take her. She bites her lower lip and blushing with anticipation as the man slowly moves his strong hands over her lush body.
The feeling of the man's strong masculine hands on her soft supple skin is startling. It makes her feel utterly feminine and desired. She smiled wantonly, as the man's hands move up to caress her ample breasts. Slowly the man feels their full feminine shape beneath his gentle touch. They are very sensitive and erogenous under his caress, much more so than she had expects.
She closes her eyes, and continues to stroke his manhood, as he begins to tease her erect tips with his fingers. The man smiles and brings her own hands up to feel her body. His fingers intertwine with her, caressing her until she isn't sure it if is his fingers or her own. Utterly intoxicated, her fingers slowly moved over the top of her breasts. She is caressing her own breasts, when the man traces his fingers down her body to the point between her thighs. It takes all of her will not to cry out as the man teasingly begins to run a finger along the wetness of her womanhood, watching her to see her reaction. The man's other hand slowly caresses the skin inside her thigh, teasingly rubbing the lacy top of her stocking against her leg. She feels herself trembling, a desperate hunger burning through as she showers the man with passionate kisses. Slowly, one finger moves inside her, forcing an astonished gasp out of her body. She shudders as her mind explodes with the purely feminine feeling of having someone inside her. She can feel the man's finger moving slowly, caressing and slowly exploring the ridges and folds inside, experimenting to find the most sensitive areas. She can see the man smiling, watching her reaction. She knows that every noise she makes adds to his pleasure. She closed her eyes and tries to will herself to remain calm, yet with each passing second it becomes more difficult. The man knows how to affect the female body, and he slowly begins to move his finger over the small nub.
She is stunned by the level of feeling it caused, nothing has prepared her for this.
She wants more.
The woman shifts over the man, lifting her shapely hips and then lowering herself onto his manhood. Her gasp as he enters her is echoed by one of his own. Slowly she lowers herself further, feeling him filling her completely.
They are still for a moment, hovering over the edge. Their eyes lock as each relish this moment He looks glorious in her eyes and it only increases her desire for him. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, as he gazes up at her. This moment, as they look into each other's eyes, they will both remember for a lifetime.
Their mutual hunger demands more.
Slowly she begins to move her hips, sensually grinding on him. His breath seems to sputter under the feelings and this brings a wicked smile to her lips. He manages to return her smile and then begin to move.
"Ohm," she gasps, unable to suppress the cry as the man pushes deeper inside. She can feel the shaft deep inside her, penetrating to her innermost sanctum. The man begins to move, thrusting slowly at first, but then moving faster, bringing soft feminine gasps and whimpers, as her breath is stolen. She kneels astride the man, her mind utterly overwhelmed from the sensual feelings. Her body begins meeting each thrust with the timeless rhythm of lovers.
Her breaths come in pants, as the inferno builds higher and higher inside of her. She realizes she can hold back no longer. They are both experiencing this for the first time. Looking into his eyes again, an understanding seems to pass between them without words. This is how it is meant to be. All others before were just pale imitations. Here, with each other, there is no fear of staying in control or holding back. They can be all of themselves with each other. She has never felt so completely a woman, or he a man, as they do at this moment. It is an astonishing discovery.
Groaning with desire, she forcefully kisses him, her tongue penetrating his mouth even as she continues to buck and sway against his thrusts. They seem to be touching each other everywhere at once. His hands caress every inch of her spectacular body, multiplying the astonishing sensations she is feeling. Her lips devour him, urging him on, wanting more and more.
Again the desire to be the temptress to him seems to possess her. Agonizingly slow, she lifts herself away from his lips and slows their rhythm. She wants him to see all of her, naked and unashamed. Grinding and working her hips up and down over him, she wants to see his eyes. Most of her life she had tried to avoid the looks men give her. The impersonal leers and crude comments have caused her to dress conservatively, to cover up in her daily life.
Not now, not with him.
He understands what it is like to hide one's true self from others, better than anyone else. Here, now, she wants his appreciative gaze. She wants to see the hunger her body creates in his eyes. She wants to be the sexual being she has always kept so tightly in control. She wants to be completely a woman. With him, at last, she can be and he in turn can be completely a man.
He seems to understand this as well.
He has spent his whole life learning to hide his true self from everyone. He'd become the master of blending in. It has become so apart of who he is he hardly notices it anymore. Being with her awakens feelings rare for him. He can feel her every touch against his skin. The sensual grind she is doing sends jolts through his entire body. She is pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He uses his considerable will to remain in control, wanting this to last. Wanting to add to her enjoyment, he continues to caress her body, mesmerized by her beauty and the feel of her against his fingers.
She continues the agonizingly alluring slow pace, reveling in all the sensations. She can actually feel his strong hands as they move erotically over her body. His touch brings little whimpers of joy from her lips. She leans forward, her ripe breasts dangling temptingly just above him. He leans up, licking and caressing them.
She is almost shocked at the strong sensual feeling this causes inside of her.
The woman writhes against the man, squirming around his shaft, luxuriating in the feeling.
The tempo increases, as desires begin to overwhelm them. The man rolls them over so he is on top. She opens her leg wider, wrapping them around his trim waist. She feels his hands on her body, highlighting every inch of her. Her slender hands move over the man's strong muscled back, down to his firm backside, feeling him thrust inside. The man kisses her again, his tongue moving inside the woman's mouth, tempting and teasing just as she has done to him. Woman moans with delight, as she feels the man interlace his fingers with hers and hold them above her head. She grips his fingers powerfully with her own, her body moving constantly, encouraging him on.
"Oh God," she gasped in rapture, as the man thrusts hard and deep inside her, penetrating her fully. She is experiencing the full delights that he can give her. She wraps her legs tighter around the man, rubbing them against him, wanting more. The man continues to kiss her, his tongue flicking inside the woman's mouth.
She cries out, unable to withstand the sheer ecstasy that washes over her.
Nothing had ever prepared her for the sheer sensuality of this moment. Every movement causes a luxurious rush of sensations to flood through her. The feeling of him possessing her, even as she hungers for more makes her moan with delight.
She wriggles and squirms against him, trying to get even closer to him, to become part of him, to increase their bliss.
The man is intoxicated with the feel the woman's body. The knowledge of that he is causing her so much enjoyment thrills him so much that he nearly peaks too soon. He tries to calm himself, and leans down and kisses the woman, savoring the taste of her soft full lips. He reaches down and takes her by her lush hips, moving her slowly. He can hear the woman moaning as he thrusts inside her.
The pace increases as both approach their zenith. Frantically they kiss and hold each other, riding the wave that will soon engulf them.
She moans as the ecstasy became too much, gasping helplessly, as the man's climax sends her over the edge. She has experienced orgasms, but they were short-lived peaks. This is a continuous wave that washes over her, leaving her gasping with utter rapture. It is almost too much, as he continues, caressing deep inside her, effortlessly breaching her innermost sanctum.
The woman can feel the man reach his release, which only triggers another of her own. They seem to hang suspended outside of time, their minds blank as they are overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of it all.
No words are needed, as they gaze deep into each other's eyes holding the moment just a bit longer.
She rolls him back over, as the wave begins to ebb. Sweat glistens off their skin, as they gasp for air.
A smoky, lustful look passes between them and they know this will not be the last time tonight. The woman leans over him and licked the hollow just at the base of his throat. She notices the man watching her with interest.
"I wanted to know what you taste like."
"And?"
"Tears."