For His Desire(2)

“You travel often?” she asked.



“For work, generally,” he replied. “It does keep me busy. Tonight was a good break from work.”



Elena smiled at him as though to remind him that the evening was not over. Indeed it was a good break for her, too. She was distracted, not by the house itself – though it was very distracting and she could have spent hours wandering through the various rooms admiring his décor – but by his hands. She watched as he uncorked the bottle, her gaze transfixed by each action he performed. She realized how much she wanted those hands on her body.



Michael looked up then, as though reading her mind, and she blushed as their eyes met. He handed her the glass of wine and she tasted, her unsophisticated palate unable to discern the variety of wine.



“It’s good,” she murmured.



“I’m glad you like it.” He was standing close enough to her that she would swear that she could feel his body heat. He leaned in and kissed her, parting her lips and tasting her. She returned his kiss eagerly, her arms wrapping around him. She pressed her body against him, tasting him and letting him taste her. It was better than she had hoped.



Reluctantly he pulled back, breaking the kiss. He had other plans that did not involve making out in the library all evening. Elena was obviously disappointed that he pulled away. She was breathing hard, wanting more.



“Tease,” she said.



“It’s only a tease if I don’t intend to follow through.” His hand cupped her breast, his fingertip brushing her nipple as he kissed her again. Heat shot through her body directly to her pussy. He led her toward his bedroom, still kissing her. He carried the bottle of wine with him, though Elena wasn’t certain that they were going to have a chance to drink it. Consuming the wine wasn’t even in her thoughts, as there were other things she wished to consume.



With each touch, each kiss, Elena felt her pussy growing wetter; she felt a concentrated heat directly between her legs. Michael had that effect on her and it thrilled her. She could feel his cock growing hard within his pants and she was pleased to discover that she was having on him.



The room was enormous, but the focal point was definitely the bed. It was a large bed with an elaborate wooden frame and wooden, carved headboard. Elena barely had a chance to admire it before she and Michael were kissing again, moving on to the bed. Elena melted into him, melted into the bed as he continued touching her. His touches were gentle, but quickly became more urgent.



Michael fondled the bottom of Elena’s dress, slowly pulling it up her body. His hands caressed every inch of her as he removed her dress and Elena shivered. With deft movements, he removed her bra and panties, tossing the matching black lacy undergarments onto his floor.



“Lie down,” he said, his voice firm as his lips brushed her earlobe.



Elena lay back on the large bed, aware that he was looking at her and admiring her body. She felt on display for him, felt lewd lying back with her legs spread. She closed them, but he placed his hands to her thighs, pushing her legs apart.



“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he said and something about the words excited her. “Beautiful,” he said as his lips pressed to her neck and Elena rose up to greet him, hungrily. “You should never hide this, any of this.” He kissed Elena more voraciously and she wanted him to devour her.



She wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him down to her. Instead, he broke free of her hold. It had started very subtly, this power play between them but Elena felt her heart race more each time he assumed control. She tried to read the expression on his face, but Michael held his emotions carefully in check.



“Hands down,” he told her, curious as to how she would respond. His voice was still low and his tone was not unkind, but something about it made Elena want to submit.



Her hands curled into fists as she clutched the sheets, keeping her hands down. His words and tone aroused her and made her more curious about him, made her want to know him as she was getting to know her. Keeping her hands off of him was frustrating and difficult but she felt her arousal and wetness spread. She knew he could see how wet she had become and the thought brought a blush to her cheeks.



Michael removed his tie and rubbed its silkiness against Elena’s nipples, teasing them into hard points. The silk against her skin felt amazing and she gasped. Her first instinct was to reach for him, but she tried to keep her hands where he wanted them. He bent down and kissed her, his lips touching every place that his silky tie had touched.



“Put your hands up over your head,” Michael said and Elena moaned with excitement. Her heart was beating wildly as she placed her hands up over her head. Michael encircled her right wrist with the silky tie, binding her wrist to the heavy headboard. His movements were confident and effortless and Elena had to test the binding. She discovered it held firm.