Once I regained some semblance of composure, he released himself into his hand. Holy shit. He was very large there as well—thick, long, and incredibly swollen. I was not convinced he would fit. He pulled out a condom and ripped open the package with his teeth. As he slid it over his impressive penis, his fingers were, once again, sliding in and out of me. He placed the head of his cock into my entrance, and I moaned in pleasure. Slowly, he inched inside me. Just when I thought he couldn’t go any further, he grabbed my ass and lifted. After he fully seated himself, he held still for a moment. “You’re so damn tight,” he growled as his eyes closed.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even closer, which caused him to groan. Then, he began to move. It didn’t take long for me to catch on to his rhythm. As I predicted, he began thrusting harder and faster. His hips slammed into my butt with enough force to rock the sofa back. I worried someone could hear the thumping. But there was no way I would stop him. My climax was building, and I knew this one would be even more intense than the other two. He didn’t fail me. My eyes rolled back as the orgasm hit, and then with one more powerful thrust he followed.
As our breathing began to regulate, I stroked my hands across his expansive chest. “You are amazing.”
He pulled out and said, “You’re the astounding one.”
I watched as he removed the condom, tied it off, and put it in his pocket. Then, he stuffed his still semi-erect sex back into his pants. He handed me my panties and watched as I put them back on. Once we were back to rights, he hauled me into his hard body and kissed me senseless. When he pulled away, I was once again breathless. He held out his hand to me and walked over to the door. We stepped out of the room hand in hand.
I turned towards him and queried, “Are you going to tell me your name?”
He shook his head. “And ruin the mystery? Never.”
“But… if I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine, how will I see you again?”
He half-smiled. “I’ll find you, little one,” he promised.
“Mmm.” I pointed out the obvious. “You don’t even know what I look like.”
“Now that’s half the fun.”
Once we reached the ballroom, he pivoted towards me and drew my hand to his lips, where he kissed my knuckles. “Till we meet again.”
I stood there dumbfounded. Before I could say another word, he turned and left. The synapses finally fired in my brain. Oh, hell, no. He was not leaving here until I knew who he was. I searched frantically; however, I was unable to tell who was who in the sea of masks. I reached the door to the outside but couldn’t see in the dark. I slowly pivoted and then scanned the room urgently. It was useless. He was nowhere to be found. I noticed the song playing was “We’ll Meet Again” by Johnny Cash. How ironic. I shook my head to clear the fog and then stepped outside.
I walked to the line of limos. When I heard my name, I turned around to see a couple striding towards me. The woman stuck out her hand. “Hello, Aimee. I’m Ann. And this is Jack,” she introduced.
I shook hands with both of them. “How do you do?”
Jack asked, “Were you going to leave without speaking to us?”
Crap. I’d completely forgotten why I was here. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to locate you, and it has been a long night.” Okay, yes, I was lying. I hoped they didn’t figure that out.
Ann smiled, “No worries, my dear. We just wanted to welcome you.”
Well, now I really felt bad. “Thank you.” I smiled. “When would you like me to start?”
They both grinned. “We’ll be in touch,” Jack answered.
Ann replied, “Expect a call on Monday.” They turned to walk back inside. She looked over her shoulder and called, “Have a good night, Aimee.”
I responded, “You as well. Again, thank you.”
With that, I found my limo driver holding the door open for me. I crawled into the backseat and closed my eyes. On the drive back to my apartment, all I could think of was my mystery man. How would he ever find me? More importantly, that had been the best sex of my life, so, how was I supposed to go on like nothing had ever happened? I inhaled deeply and could still smell him on my dress. The memory of his hands, his mouth, on my body brought forth an ache deep inside my core. Ah, hell, I’m in serious trouble.
Chapter One
Aimee
Five years later.
Talk about a rock and a hard place. How had my life come down to this? I grabbed the note I received yesterday and, once again, read the ominous threat any fool could see.
Aimee darling,