Chapter 22 #2
“Like what?” I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.
“You’re very talkative tonight, Alora.” He peels my shirt off and throws it to the side, he turns me away from him and glides down the zipper on my skirt.
“Hmm.” He runs his fingers over my black lace G-string. “I like this.” He bends and kisses my behind.
Ha! My plan worked, I’ve been wearing sexy underwear to work all week on the off chance he would show up.
Diabolical.
He slides my skirt down my legs. “Step out.”
I step out and he turns me back to face him. “In.” He leads me into the shower.
“But my….”
“You will shower in that.”
“Oh.” Deviant wants to have sex while I’m in my lace underwear, my plan wasn’t diabolical, it was a complete home run. I adjust the water temperature as I watch the strip show.
His eyes hold mine as he undoes his shirt buttons and as his broad tanned chest comes into view my insides begin to ripple with excitement.
So fucking hot.
He kicks off his shoes and socks and next the fly on his suit pants comes down with a sharp snap. I stand back under the shower and let the hot water fall down over my head, my eyes locked on his every move. Every time I watch him undress feels like the first time. I will never tire of this.
He slides his pants down and his large erection springs free, and I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at it. Thick and long with veins pulsing down the length.
A weapon to behold.
With his dark eyes fixed on mine, he steps under the water and jumps. “Argh, why is the water so fucking hot? Are you preparing for hell?”
“Well, I’m here with the devil, so I guess I am,” I tease.
He cuts me off with a kiss as he pins me to the wall; his hands run up and down my body as if memorizing every inch of my skin. His hand reaches down the front of my panties and I smile against his lips, yes.
His fingers slide through my dripping flesh as he parts me wide open and he’s completely right, underwear left on somehow feels naughtier, more forbidden.
His teeth bite my neck as his fingers begin to ride me, one, then two, then three fingers. Deep and plunging. His teeth graze my jawline as I see stars, my eyes roll back in my head as my mouth hangs slack.
Oh god….
How is he so good at this?
The water echoes as my body sucks him in, and never have I craved being fucked by a hand so much before. It’s like he knows what I need more than I do.
He brings me to the edge, and just before I cry out: “Hold it,” he demands as his fingers slow.
“I….”
“Hold it,” he breathes into my ear, his fingers slide in and out of me slowly and even just hearing his deep English voice tell me to hold it is orgasm-inducing in itself.
“I can’t…” I whimper. “I need….”
“Alora,” he commands. “Look at me.”
I drag my eyes to meet his.
“Focus.” His fingers are slow and deep inside me. “Focus on me.”
“I….” I try to detach my emotions, I want to be able to do as he asks.
“Lift your leg, baby,” he breathes in my ear.
“What?” I pant. “I can’t, I’ll come.”
“Hold it and I’ll give you what you need.” His teeth graze my skin. “Lift your leg and clench for me.” He bites my ear harder. “I want to feel you contract.”
I wrap my leg around him, his fingers are deep inside me as we stare at each other in the steam-filled room.
“One,” he breathes.
I clench and he smiles darkly. “Good girl.”
“Oh….” My eyes close, I can’t do this and not orgasm, it’s impossible.
“Two.”
I clench again and he inhales sharply as he feels my body ripple around his fingers.
“So fucking hot,” he moans as his fingers ride me harder. “One more and you can have me.”
“Three.” I nearly pass out with the pleasure as I contract around his fingers.
“Yesssss.” He smiles. “Just like that.” He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist and he pulls my panties to the side and slides in to the hilt.
My body ripples around him and just from the sheer size I cry out as an orgasm steals the air from my lungs.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he moans as he lifts me and slams me back down onto his body.
He rides me with wild abandon, hard and up against the tiles. The sound of the water slapping echoes off the walls. My lace panties are burning me and I’m sure him, but I think that’s the point, he wants his pleasure wrapped in pain.
I grip his muscular shoulders and I watch his beautiful face as he comes undone.
Water beads over his skin and his big blue eyes are hooded.
“Yeah,” he begins to chant. “Fuck yeah.” He slams me hard, almost painful, and holds himself deep.
I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he ejaculates inside my body.
And then he kisses me, tenderly, loving…. And everything wonderful in between.
We stay like this for a long time, kissing up against the wall. Taking our time and drinking every last drop of each other in.
“Do you feel better now?” I whisper up at him.
“Still needy.” He smiles, and it’s a beautiful broad smile that melts my heart into a puddle.
“Lucky I’m here for the night, then, isn’t it?”
He chuckles. “It is.”
The scent of aftershave lingers in the air and I stretch while sitting up.
I’ve woken up alone.
The bedroom is in semidarkness and I can hear muffled talking in the distance.
I go to the bathroom and wrap myself in the bathrobe that is hanging on the back of the door and go in search of my Mr. Doe.
His voice is coming from the last room down the hall and I tentatively walk down and stand at the door.
He’s fully dressed in his suit and sitting behind a desk on a Zoom call. He’s speaking in another language…. Is it German?
What time is it?
He glances up at me and flicks the camera off and mic off and pats his lap, I go and sit across him. “Good morning, Miss Sorenson.” He kisses me softly, his aftershave dances around me, inciting memories of the heaven he took me to last night.
“Hi.” I swoon.
I can hear the voice on the other end of the Zoom still going through his headphones.
“I have back-to-back meetings this morning,” he tells me.
“That’s okay.” I think for a moment. “I have to get back to Nice, I have to open the shop.”
“Philippe can drive you now or I can drive you around eleven.”
“I’ll go with Philippe soon if that’s okay.”
“Of course.” He kisses me again, our lips linger over each other’s. The voice continues to talk through the headphones.
“Can I cook you dinner tonight?”
“Um.” His eyes hold mine and I can almost see his mind ticking a million miles per minute.
“It’s just dinner.” I pull a whiny face.
“Edward,” the voice calls, realizing he isn’t answering.
“Okay.” He nods, with another quick kiss he pushes me off his lap. “I’ll see you tonight,” he mouths. “I’ll pick you up from work.”
“Okay.” I act cool but what I really want to do is jump in the air.
Dinner…like a real date.
I make my way back into the bedroom and quickly dress and make the bed. I take one last look around, have I got everything?
I go back down to Edward’s office and wave from the door, he frowns and points to his cheek.
He wants a kiss.
Ahh, things are going very well indeed. I walk in and kiss him and he slides his hand up my thigh as he keeps talking and honestly, seeing him in work mode is a major fucking turn-on.
Who am I kidding, everything this man does is a major turn-on.
“Philippe is waiting downstairs for you,” he mouths.
“See you tonight.” With one last kiss I make my way to the elevator and once the doors close I break into a goofy smile.
I think the night was a success.
5 P.M.
“He’s here,” Helene squeaks as she peers out the window.
“Okay, then.” I try to play it cool as I finish up with the cash register and eventually we all make our way out the front to lock up.
“Seriously?” Helene whispers as she looks up the street. “I fucking hate your guts right now.”
I giggle and look up to see such a beautiful sight that I nearly gasp out loud.
His dark green sports car is parked and Edward is leaning up against it.
He must have finished work a little early because he’s wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt.
His skin is tanned and he’s wearing aviator sunglasses.
Dear lord, he looks so gorgeous that I can hardly stand it.
Eeeeek!
A broad smile covers my face and I want to run to him and jump into his arms like some lovesick fool. But I won’t, I’ll pretend that cool stuff like this happens to me every day.
Philippe and Stefan are already in their car waiting and honestly, how is this real?
I make my way over to the car and he smiles warmly. “Hello, Miss Sorenson.”
“Hi.”
Don’t get carried away, I remind myself to bring me back to earth. This is just one night and maybe it means nothing. He opens the car door and I slink in.
He pulls out and we drive in silence and suddenly I’m nervous.
What if tonight doesn’t go well?
“Everything alright?” Edward glances over.
“Yes.” I fidget with my fingers, nervous for what’s about to happen. He reaches over and takes my hand into his and holds it on his thick quad muscle.
“How was your day?” He glances over at me.
Long without you.
“Good. What about you?”
“Much of the same.” We pull into my street and suddenly the nerves really hit home.
This is weird having him here, he comes from so much money.
I have no idea what he’s going to think of my humble abode.
“You can park in my garage if you want? It’s usually filled with furniture, but thankfully it got emptied out last week. ”
“Good timing.”
I rattle through my purse, take out the remote and hold it tightly in my hand. He looks around. “You have a water view?”
“I do.”
“I didn’t notice it when I dropped you home.” He glances around the tree-lined street. “This is actually really nice.”
“You were expecting a dump?” I tease.
“I never said that.”
“It’s the place with the sandstone on the right.”
“Yes, I know.”
I push the remote and the garage door slowly goes up, we pull into the driveway and it’s then I see the car of guards pull in behind us. Damn it, I thought I had him to myself for a while.