“Then, take me to your room,” she says. And I do.
11
This time there is no preamble of drinks or her collection of scarves. Just two people who want to touch each other. I move the robe off her shoulder and finger the thin strap of the modest, silky and sexy nightgown she added once her friends arrived. “I want to take this off of you,” I say, and she smiles running a hand up my forearm before tugging at the sleeve of the white robe I am wearing.
“And I want this off you. But first, kiss me. Please.”
The woman who made demands in her bedroom earlier tonight is gone and replaced by what I believe is the real Lila. Not that she doesn’t want control of things, as she is a powerful woman with multiple world-renowned organizations to run and a fortune to manage. People come to her with needs, and she fills them whenever she can. Still, she always does so with kindness and compassion. This is the woman I see now. Loving. It is my honor to kiss her.
As I dip my head to meet her lips, they are soft and tender, but still, an underlying hunger feeds our caress. A gentle touch does not mean there is no passion to it. Quite the opposite as a whisper of wanting can be as erotic as any scream of release. When she parts her lips to invite me in, I tease her with my tongue before going deeper. Moving my hands to her shoulders, I slip my fingers further under her robe to the straps of her nightgown to lower them, and she lets the clothing fall to the floor. As she stands in front of me naked, a moan escapes my throat, and our kiss becomes more heated. Tongues colliding, hungry, I cannot get enough of her mouth, and it makes me want more of her.
Sliding my hand down, I cup her breast and rub my thumb over the hard tip. She shivers with anticipation. The need in me to take her to the bed, to put my mouth everywhere, battles with my resolve to go slow. To cherish her and this moment. Knowing if I keep touching her, I will not be able to contain myself, I step back. Slowly, I untie the belt of my robe before slipping it off, leaving me in nothing but the trousers I put on earlier. I watch her eyes drink me in before I reach for the button of my pants to remove them. “Let me,” she says moving closer again, gently pushing my hands aside to take over. It is a sensual movement, not aggressive or meant to control. I tingle with excitement as her fingers unfasten me, and she slides her hands inside my waistband to push them down. Before I step out to free my legs, Lila kneels in front of me. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs, and I clench my jaw forcing myself to be still.
Patience, usually my strength, is torture now, and I nearly come at the sight of her, so willing, so wanting, down on her knees before me. “I want that, too,” is all I can say, and then her mouth is on me. Her tongue parts my lips, and she finds my throbbing clit. Tantalizing circles caress me, and I cannot fight the instinct to put my hands in her hair to pull her closer. Her hands slide around my thighs, grabbing my backside, and she starts to suck on my clit. The pleasure is so intense I feel my legs shake. Hundreds of reps on the leg press in the weight room, and at this moment, I can barely stay standing. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come already,” I growl from deep in my throat. Gentle, slow, long pulls with her mouth, and then it is too much. I arch my hips into her and let the roll of an orgasm take me over. “Lila, Jesus,” is all I can mutter in the intensity of the moment, and as the waves wash over me, there will be no more waiting to take Lila to the bed. I must have her, ravish her.
Even while my muscles still quiver from release, I scoop her into my arms. She lets out a small cry of surprise, but her eyes twinkle with excitement. In only a few of my long strides, I am at the bedside and setting her on the covers where I take a moment to savor her nakedness. Locking eyes with me, she trails her hand down her breast to a tight nipple. I lick my lips, watching her squeeze and tickle herself. Her confidence with her body is so sexy, and any resolve I may have held is gone.
Lowering myself, letting my body cover hers, we intertwine until my thigh is between her legs, and hers is between mine. The touch of hot skin on skin makes me moan, and she gasps. “You're so wet,” she whispers. “I love I can do that to you.”
I kiss her neck sliding my lips along her chin. “I have wanted you from the minute I first saw you in the lobby,” I murmur, only to feel her body stiffen ever so slightly.
“No,” she whispers. “Don’t say that.” Her words from earlier play through my mind again. That this cannot go on past tonight, but I won’t let the thought of what tomorrow might bring distract me. Not now. Instead, I kiss her harder. She responds with more urgency as if she is thinking exactly what I am. Time is short.
The desire to possess her takes me over, and as I break the kiss to slide down her body to take a nipple in my mouth, I let my hand keep going. As she arches her back to press against my hungry mouth, I shift to slide my hand down and find her swollen and ready. She is as excited as I am, and even if we can’t continue past tonight, knowing she wants me now is all I care about. Parting her lips, I move inside with two fingers. She is tight but yields with a small cry of pleasure.
Lifting my head from her breast to look into her eyes, I start to slowly fuck her. “I love filling you, spreading you,” I growl, and she closes her eyes. After a pause, Lila answers so quietly I almost can’t hear it.
“I love it, too.”
Gently, she raises her hips to match my stroke. In response, I press my body against her thigh. Using the push of my movements to drive my fingers deeper inside with each thrust, her breath grows ragged. Her hands grab at my back, the light rake of her fingernails making me groan. Every thrust of my body moves me closer to coming, but I need it to be with her. If we don’t get more, if this is all we have, I want it to be enough.
Again, I kiss her neck nipping at the racing pulse, and Lila quivers. “How are you doing this to me?” she whispers. “I can’t let it feel like this—”
Before she can ask me to stop, I move faster increasing the pace of my fingers sliding in and out of her. “Yes, you can,” I respond. “Give in.”
“No. You don’t understand—” She isn’t able to finish before I feel her contract around my fingers. Her entire body shakes, and she rolls from side to side as if she is trying to escape from the intensity of the pleasure. “Oh God, I'm coming so hard,” she says in a long cry, and at the passion of these words, I tip over the edge into my own orgasm.
Together we continue to move for another minute keeping the intensity while we milk the climax until we are both spent and stop, still intertwined and gasping. Sweat makes her skin glisten, as I know mine does, and the smell of sex fills the room. Gently, I lift enough to kiss her on the lips. She sighs from the contact but does not return it. That is when I notice her cheeks are wet from tears. Furrowing my brow, I worry for a moment I hurt her. “Are you all right?”
She shakes her head. “No. I am not.” Now I raise up on my elbow, concern making my stomach clench. Before I can ask more questions, she looks at me and puts a hand on my cheek. “What am I going to do with you?” I am not sure how to answer, so wait. This makes her smile, and she slips her hand around the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss. “My strong, silent lover.” She sighs. “Everything I could want.” The kiss is passionate, and I realize we are not finished. As she pushes at my shoulder to slide me onto my back, I relish the sight of her suddenly straddling me. “If this is all I get of you, I hope you don’t mind if I take full advantage.”