Chapter 9 #3
“I’m going to take off this dress that you probably wear to drive men crazy because today no one could stop looking at you,” I stated, but when I faced the task, I didn’t know where to begin.
Devon noticed my hesitation and raised her left arm and began to lower the zipper that was on that side of the dress. I immediately stopped her.
“Let me do it so I can fulfill my desire to take it off you. All night I’ve been dreaming of this moment.”
I did it, I fulfilled my dream of removing that beautiful dress, certain that what was underneath would be much more beautiful, and I wasn’t wrong. That woman was a goddess from any angle, her body was perfect.
“My God! You have a body to die for. You’re gorgeous.”
I tried to kiss her again, but she prevented me by putting a finger on my lips.
“Get undressed so I don’t feel so exposed,” she asked, confirming what I suspected about her shyness.
“You do it. Undress me,” I ordered.
She looked at me and, a bit hesitantly, began to remove my clothes with great delicacy.
Her hands were trembling and I didn’t know if it was from the desire she felt or from nerves, so I decided to help her and finished removing the last items. She looked at me with such desire that I had to make a great effort not to take her right then.
I stopped looking at her eyes and looked at her incredible breasts, and without waiting another second, I went for them, kissing and licking them eagerly.
“So soft and delicious,” I whispered, and began to push her gently toward the bed.
She was perfect, I had no doubt. I had never felt so attracted to or desired a woman as much as I desired Devon.
I wanted to caress, kiss, lick, and take possession of her entire body.
I hovered over her and again took possession of her mouth; her taste intoxicated me.
The kiss transformed into something wild and uninhibited.
My mouth began to explore her exquisite body while she writhed and moaned uncontrollably.
We were a tangle of arms and legs desperate to caress and touch while our mouths constantly sought each other.
Devon made me immersed in emotions I had never experienced before.
When I reached her sex and realized I was making what I had desired so much a reality, having her for myself and making her mine, I felt elated and more aroused than ever.
My mouth settled on her intimacy and I knew this woman was going to turn my world upside down.
I placed her legs over my shoulders and grabbed her buttocks to lift her up and surrender myself to her, giving her all the pleasure my tongue and body could provide.
I dedicated myself entirely to giving her the pleasure she deserved while I felt I had never experienced something so sublime, it seemed as if my past had only been preparation for this moment, and that scared me a little.
Her hands caressed my hair with delicacy, but with desperation, while she continued moaning and moving uncontrollably.
I noticed she was getting more tense, until the orgasm reached her and her sex contracted, making her convulse and scream.
“Aaah.”
“Say my name,” I ordered, while my fingers continued moving inside her and were trapped by her spasms.
“Willliam!”
Hearing my name at that moment was something that accelerated my heart and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.
Seeing her, feeling her and hearing her was too much for me; this woman was going to be the end of me.
I put on the condom and positioned myself for what I knew would be glorious.
“Do you trust me, ‘Sweet’?” I asked, because I wanted to be sure that she allowed me and wanted me inside her.
“I trust you,” she affirmed, breathing with difficulty.
I took her hands, interlaced her fingers with mine, and slowly and with a gentleness unusual for me, I entered her body.
Devon was very tight and the friction was killing me.
I couldn’t believe the sensations she was generating in me.
I sighed involuntarily. Nothing in my experience could compare to what I felt at that moment; it had never been like this.
It was glorious. She trapped me with her legs and matched my thrusts.
She was killing me slowly and pleasurably; I felt my mind and body were about to collapse.
When Devon took me by the shoulders and pulled me closer to kiss me, something exploded inside me, something exploded in my heart, a new sensation, my heart began to beat in a different way.
What had that been? What was happening to me?
“You drive me completely crazy, I think I’m going to burn in hell,” I expressed, panting, knowing I didn’t have much longer and that I was going to come at any moment.
“Williaaaam,” she screamed again when a second orgasm tore through her, which made mine arrive with the force of a hurricane.
“Oh, my Goddd,” I moaned, strongly, while my body shook and was transported by a devastating orgasm to a place I had never been before.
I collapsed on top of her completely undone.
“‘Sweet,’ are you okay?” I asked, when I could control my overwhelmed body a little.
“I am,” she responded, and it seemed that, once again, shyness had taken over her, which surprised me again.
“Sex with you was amazing. I wanted you so much. You’re the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“I also think it was amazing,” she said, looking at me with sweetness, and her words were like a blow to my chest that shook me to my soul and that disconcerted me; everything she made me feel disconcerted me because it was new to me.
With delicacy I withdrew from her, removed the condom, tied it and left it on the floor. Then I sat on the bed resting my back against the headboard.
“Would you like us to see each other again?” I asked, hoping her answer would be affirmative because I didn’t want to deprive myself of feeling again what I had felt with her.
I watched her as she got up. She had a natural elegance and her body was magnificent. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She put on her robe and came back to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“What are you proposing?” she asked, calmly.
“Do you feel the same as I do? Because I can’t contain myself when I’m in front of you. Never in my life had I done so many crazy things just to see you, hear you, and have you near.”
“So many crazy things?” she asked, and I realized I had given too much information, but I didn’t mind sharing with her everything I had done to see her.
“Personally bringing you the phone in the middle of the night, following you last night in my car, asking you for a dance even though you were dancing with someone else, and coming here after the party to wait for you to arrive. All those crazy things,” I confessed, and she looked at me with surprise reflected on her face, but my sincerity must have emboldened her because she also decided to confide in me what was happening to her with me, although to my disappointment she was very brief.
“I desire you, but I think you already know that,” she said.
It was time to tell her what I thought about relationships.
“I don’t offer sentimental relationships, yes a relationship, but leaving feelings aside.
Emotions have to stay out of it. I offer something very clear, a relationship between lovers without expectations, the only thing that should concern us is sex and pleasure, and I will strive for yours, you can be sure of that.
But you should be clear that I’m a very passionate man and I need to satisfy myself frequently, especially now that I’ve met you because just thinking about you keeps me aroused all the time. ”
“I have a complicated life, William. My work hours are extensive and...”
“We can take advantage of free hours, I can assure you that. I also have a complicated life, and not just in the professional field, but you can always find a moment to experience this sublime pleasure we just felt.”
After a few seconds of silence I said:
“You’re thinking about it too much and that’s destroying my ego.”
“You don’t seem like a person with a fragile ego,” she commented with a smile, and I was captivated by that beautiful, mischievous smile.
“That’s true, I’m not. So? What do you say?” I insisted.
“I accept your proposal,” she finally said, and my heart began to beat normally again and I started breathing once more, not even realizing I had been holding my breath.
“This is going to be fun and, above all, pleasurable,” I said, smiling, and slid the robe off her shoulders to kiss the curve of her bare shoulders, but her voice stopped the delicious path my lips were following.
“We’ll have a love affair where feelings aren’t involved. Falling in love is forbidden,” she stated.
“I can handle that because that’s what I’m looking for. I’m clear about what I want and what I expect from you, and I hope you are too,” I said without a hint of humor and looking into her eyes.
“I don’t want anything to do with love. Is that enough for you?” she asked, also looking at me seriously.
“It is, but may I ask why?” I asked, because I found it strange that such a young woman would be so adamant about that feeling.
“Divorce,” she stated, leaving me completely astonished.
“You’re divorced?”
“Why are you so surprised?” she asked, and she seemed uncomfortable with my surprise.
“I just didn’t picture you as having been married.”
“I was married for 5 years. I got married very young,” she replied, and I noticed she became defensive, a sign that this topic wasn’t something she felt comfortable with.
“How old are you?” I asked, though I imagined she would be close to 30 years old because her professional career wasn’t short.
“29 years old, and you?”