10. Public Figure #3
I tugged on the thin white ribbon covering the paper and slipped my finger under the peacock-blue paper to release the tape that kept it intact. Within seconds, I opened a long beige box and gasped. I pulled out one of the prettiest necklaces I’d ever seen.
The pavé diamond mask pendant rested on a sturdy gold chain. I rubbed the subtle lioness cutout with the pads of my fingers, amazed at the uniqueness and beauty of the piece.
Since Cairo was a man of purpose and great taste, I knew it had a deeper meaning than what appeared. I lifted my eyes to his, mesmerized by the blinding glory of his smile.
“This is gorgeous. A mask?”
He closed the distance between us and rested one hand on the small of my back. I dropped the necklace in his other open palm. He unfastened the clasp and moved behind me to place it on my neck.
With a husky voice that made me quiver, he turned me back toward him and said, “I want to remind you that when we are together, the only mask I want you to wear is this necklace. If you feel like hiding from me, touch the pendant and remember that I only want to see the real you. You don’t have to be anything but authentic, even behind closed doors. Will you be real with me right now?”
I nodded, knowing exactly what I wanted to do next.
“Thank you for such a beautiful gift. Yes, I will be real with you. That starts with you taking off your shirt and pants so I can give you a massage. You played hard tonight, so it’s my pleasure to help you relax. If that’s okay.”
Cairo lifted his shirt over his head before I could repeat myself.
“Say less. You can touch me anywhere.”
I boldly laid my hands on his chiseled pecs and smiled.
“Lena sells items in an online adult shop, so I have some warming oil you might enjoy.”
“I already said yes, so let’s get started. How naked do you want me to be again?”
This man moves fast.
I tried to gather myself so I wouldn’t say the wrong thing.
“Down to your underwear is fine.”
“Do you mind if I pull back these sheets to get comfortable?”
“Uh…sure.”
With quickness, Cairo lifted the gold satin pillows and pulled the thick duvet to the foot of the bed. He did the same to the caramel-colored top sheet and sat on the side of the bed.
“Before I do that, I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you get tired of having to bend down when you want to kiss shorter women?”
My question sounded naive, even to my ears, but as long as Cairo told me this was a safe space and he wanted me to reveal my true thoughts to him, I would ask what I wanted. He sat on the bed and opened his arms.
“I’ll show you how I make it work. Come here.”
I hesitated briefly but finally entered his arms, standing between his open legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. A whiff of his freshly showered, naked torso enveloped me.
“I can sit down and get eye-to-eye with my lady.”
“Oh.” My breath caught as his piercing eyes met mine.
He raised his body as if he was going to stand.
I tried to back up to give him room, but he kept me close and dropped his hands to the back of my thighs.
He bent and scooped me up as if I weighed nothing.
Despite my wanting to remain composed and unmoved by his sudden action, I squealed like a kid on a playground.
“What are you doing?” I wrapped my arms around him as he squeezed my body tighter.
Without speaking, he carried me to the closest empty wall and loosely pinned me to it.
He pushed his lower body into my pelvis to keep me in place, making me keenly aware of his hardness.
Eye level with his face, I felt his rapidly beating heart and the crevices of his body.
We locked eyes again as a wave of heat traveled from my head to my toes.
“You good?” His minty breath tickled my nose before I nodded.
He kissed the base of my throat and licked it lightly.
“I can also connect in bed.”
My hearing seemed to go in and out as he flicked his tongue across my collarbone.
“The bed?”
“Yes. The bed. There’s no real height difference there. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
Yes, my head said.
“No.” The word tumbled from my mouth, sounding much louder and abrasive than I expected.
Cairo chuckled and released me. As I slid to the ground, my hands traced his firm muscles.
“At least not dressed like this. I hate it when people wear outside clothes on beds.”
He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his chin.
“Well, well, well. Let me get you out of these clothes then.” He lifted the hem of my camisole and brushed his fingers next to my stomach.
I sucked in my breath as he raised my top higher and guided his thumbs quickly across my hardening nipples.
“If you were my woman, I wouldn’t let you wear little red bras like this in public. With your sexy ass titties looking like they want to come out and play.”
“If I were your woman, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. This bra and everything under it would be fully accessible to you. At all times.”
He removed his hands and stepped back.
“Good to know. Maybe I can explore more after that massage you promised.”
Although Cairo tried to be discreet when he covered his crotch with his hands, I didn’t have to drop my eyes to see his growing erection. As he readjusted himself, I walked to my suitcase and searched for my final outfit of the night.
Per Lena’s advice, everything I wore had a Torch red theme. With great flair, I pulled out a short, silky red caftan that matched the bra and panty set under my outfit. I shook the caftan near Cairo’s face so he could get a good view of what was to come.
“Let me put on something more comfortable and get back to you. Put on some music that relaxes you, then lie down on the bed and get ready for me to cater to you.”