I lean over and kiss him.
I cradle Dante’s face in my hands and kiss him over and over again. I feel the sharpness of his jaw, the harshness and the straightness of his nose.
I kiss his neck and he tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and I run my fingers up and down. I start to go down his hard body, running my fingers all the way down to his belly button. Instead of a six pack, there's an eight pack, each muscle clearly defined.
He has smooth, soft olive skin almost caramel in color. He gathers my hair into a ponytail again and pulls tightly, knowing instinctively that this will ignite and excite every cell in my body.
I can’t help but moan.
"You like that?" he asks.
I nod.
We don't know each other and that's why there's the rule about the safe word. You're supposed to say a word or phrase when you start to feel uncomfortable. It basically means no, that's too far.
I wait for him to ask me what mine is again, but he doesn't. He just runs his hands up and down my back as I pull down his pants and look at his big substantial bulge.
Right before I can reach for it, Dante flips me over on my back. He sits me up briefly, unzips my dress, and pulls it over my head. I'm wearing a strapless bra, but he flicks it off with one quick movement. My breasts fall before him and seem almost as surprised about what just happened as the rest of me.
Cupping one and kissing the other, he lays me back down and reaches down between my legs.
He teases me.
He kisses me right above my hip bones and then on the inside of my thighs.
And I want him to pull off my panties already and get inside but he doesn't. He takes his time and he makes me moan and then finally thrusts his fingers and I can't hold on anymore.
"No, no, no." He pulls away. "You're not getting away that easy."
“Please," I beg.
Every part of me wants him. Even just a little bit and I'm ready, ready to go over the edge.
But he likes to play games.
I can see that now.
"How do you touch yourself?" he asks.
My eyes get big. "What do you mean?" No one has ever asked me that before.
"That's what I'm asking. Do you do it when you’re on your back?”
I nod.
"Oh, that's why it was such a quick thing for you. You're used to it. What if we do it some way that’s not predictable?”
"Do something, do anything but I need you inside of me," I plead.
"Okay, I like that.” He looks around the room. “There. Take off your panties and wait."
This makes me even more aroused than I was before. But I do as he asks. He walks over, takes off his briefs, and I finally see his beautiful cock, big and thick, smooth to the touch without a single hair.
I reach for it, but he shakes his head no.
"You don't want to give me anything I want," I say.
"That's the point.” He smiles and I smile with him.
Dante kisses my neck and then reaches over my legs and spreads them wider. He pushes me, my head onto the desk, and the cool surface feels good against my hot skin. I hear the sound of latex behind me as he puts on the condom.
Before I know it, he thrusts himself into me. I grab onto the desk and I let it happen because it feels so good.
He's impaling me and my body is wrapping tightly around his, taking him further and further inside. After a few moments, we start to move just like we did on the dance floor, grinding against one another. I raise up to my elbows and he pulls on my hair as if it were the mane of a horse.
He runs his fingers down my neck, and then makes his way around my breasts, squeezing my nipples in between his index and middle finger just a little, so that it feels both good and a little painful.
He moves at a steady rate until he starts to speed up faster and faster, and then a wave, an explosion rushes through my body. Every part of me convulses and I can’t help but point my toes even though they are still strapped into these awful heels.
Just as the waves slow down a bit, Dante speeds up harder and harder and I wait for him to reach his climax and then he kisses my neck sloppily and mumbles something into my shoulder.
"What was that?" I ask, trying to catch my breath.
"That was wonderful." He clears his throat. "You're so sexy."
He kisses me again and again.
4
Jacqueline
Afterward, Dante sits on the edge of the bed. He watches me get dressed. I suddenly feel very self-conscious about my body. It's by no means perfect. No toned stomach or shoulders. I'm about thirty pounds heavier than where I'd like to be, but he still admires me as if I'm the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"What? I'm looking at the girl that I just had mind-blowing sex with."
"Okay, but you're making me feel uncomfortable."
"I can't look at you?"
"No.” I shake my head.
"So I can fuck you but I can't look at you?"
"Yes.” I nod and he laughs. "Aren't you going to get dressed?"
"Yeah, just taking my time."
He sits back against the headboard naked, except for tight black briefs and I watch the way his muscular body moves with each breath. I finally manage to slip on my dress and zip it up halfway and I feel a little bit better. This has a nice shape to it, covering all of the parts that I feel uncomfortable about. I walk over to him to zip me up all the way.
"So this is your first time here, huh?" Dante asks.
I nod.
"How was it?"
"Much better than I thought it would go."
"Good, I like that."
"Do you come here often?" I ask.
He laughs.
"Okay, I'm not asking in that way that people ask at bars when they pick you up. I mean, is this something that you do often?"
He nods. "Yes."
“Really?" I gasp.
"Judgmental much?" He furrows his brow with disapproval.
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I just ..."
"Why are you here?” He points his finger at me, only half joking.
My face falls, I can feel it. I swallow hard. "No, we're not going to talk about that. Rules, remember?”
He nods.
“So, how long have you been coming here?"
"Well, like I said, I travel a lot. There are a number of these clubs all around the country and abroad. It's so much more honest than trying to get a girl who's looking for a relationship to have a one-night stand with you, don't you think?"
I nod. "I'm not looking for a relationship," I clarify.
"Good, because most people here are already in committed relationships and looking to expand their horizons sexually or single."
"And which one are you?" I ask.
"Which one do you think?" He gives me a smirk.
This conversation starts to feel like it’s veering off course.
"Well, it was nice to meet you.” I extend my hand, clearing my throat, bringing it to an end. "I'll be going now."
"Just back to the bar or going, going? We can get a few more drinks, talk, or you can meet someone else."