He made no effort to move but rather he stood transfixed by me and my body. I moved my fingers in and out, watching him as he enjoyed watching me play with myself. Before he could tell me to stop I reach out my fingers and brought them up for him to taste. He smiled as he took my hand and eagerly licked my fingers clean.
“You are a bad little girl.” He breathed. “At least you know that only I can make you cum.” He pulled me down onto the floor and mounted me.
This man, my Suit, owned me completely and I gladly gave him the right to. I felt him slide in with ease, my pussy eagerly pulling him in. There were times that Lukas made love to me but most of the time the man fucked me, sometimes hard, sometimes fast but every time he did I loved it all the more. I felt my body being pushed to the edge as my climax was nearing. He watched me as I climbed higher, waiting for the sweet moment that my body would fall apart. He drove harder till I felt myself fall. He continued to fuck me as I withered under him. The very look he gave me only made my orgasm last longer as I gave him everything he wanted and more.
“Fuck Alexia!” He roared as he gyrated one more time inside me. He came hard. He continued to fuck me until all of his hot seed was deep inside me. He lowered himself down and lied on my chest.
“This is my favorite part.” He said, out of breath.
“What is?” I asked, trying to regain myself.
“This. Holding you. Lying on top of you. Listening to what I do to your heart and how it beats for me.” He said to me as I began to play with his hair.
“So this is your favorite part?” I acted coy.
“One of my favorite parts.” He corrected. I could hear him smiling which made me happy. This was my life with Lukas, I was happy and content and nothing was going to change that. Or so I thought.
I Got a Guy
It was already late into the night. Time usually flies by very quickly when I was with Lukas. He put on some soft jazz music and opened a bottle of wine for us to share. We had both changed into our house clothes. He wore a pair of expensive jogging pants, the type you don’t jog in but rather wear carefully, while he chose what I wore which was a silk teddy with lace. He said it made him happy when I wore the lingerie he bought me. I never complained only because I loved it too.
Ella Fitzgerald began to sing her song I Got a Guy. Her voice was always so melancholy. It was my second glass of wine; the rich earthy tones of the merlot hit the right spot.
“Let’s dance.” Lukas stood up from the plush Italian leather couch and extended his hand and waited. I looked up through my half drunken eyes to see a man that took my breath away. Sometimes I pinched myself to see if it was all true.
“Come woman. I want to dance with you.” I reached out and took his hand as he helped me up and pulled me to the middle of the room.
The lights were low and a soft fire was crackling behind us. He took my hand and held it while his other gently held the small of my back. We began to dance as Ella sang for us. The city lights glowed through the large floor to ceiling windows only adding to the moment we were sharing. I placed my head onto his shoulder and just let the moment seep in.
“I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.” I said happily.
“You better.” He challenged.
“It depends” I joked.
“Really? On what?” He stopped dancing and looked down at me.
“On how you treat me, sexually that is!” I laughed.
“Well let’s just see how much you’ll love me in the morning.” He lowered himself down and threw me over his shoulder.
“Let’s go to bed.” He said slapping my butt.
“Lukas!” I giggled.
Sufficed to say I woke up very sore and very much still in love with my Suit. Lukas had to leave early today something about having to go to Toronto. I was a bit disappointed because I would have loved to have seen my sister but I had to work and couldn’t leave.
There was nothing better than sleeping in when the one you lived with left first. The bed was cold and it felt nice stretching out. I pressed the button on the nightstand and the curtains drew back to let in the morning light. I finally made my way to the shower feeling all the soreness of where Lukas had marked me. God the man knew how I liked it. Sex with him was everything I had ever wanted and more. The man seriously knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I picked out my clothes for the day and was ready to head downstairs to see Mrs. Thatcher when my phone rang. I looked down to see the words My Suit sprawled on my Iphone screen.
“Yes Dave, thank god you called, Lukas is finally out of town.” I laughed, but there was only silence.
After a few seconds Lukas exhaled, “not funny.” I laughed again.