He paused for a just a beat before pulling my body to his. William was tall- even with my three inch heels he was still a few inches taller than me. I lifted my head to meet his lips, reveling in their warmth and urgency. I could taste the champagne and a faint hint of salt water. My head was beginning to spin and it wasn’t from the alcohol. I was drunk on William after just one taste.
I could feel his warm fingers slide across the back of my neck, and our kissing deepened in intensity. William’s other arm was around my midsection, and he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped both legs around him and he hoisted me until I was straddling him. I could feel him pressing against my most sensitive areas, even through the fabric of our clothes.
He carried me into the bedroom with ease and set me back on the ground. My legs were a little shaky, but it didn’t matter because I was still desperately clutching him. I could feel the solid muscles moving beneath his white dress shirt as his hands explored my body. First the front, and then they moved to the zipper in the back.
While he made himself busy undressing me, I tugged gently on his tie while my lips traveled to his ear. I nipped at his earlobe gently, and he let out a moan of pleasure. His hands moved up to my shoulders and he slipped the straps of my dress down, his mouth trailing kisses along my collarbone. Now it was my turn to moan.
I felt the dress hit my feet and I stepped out of it and kicked it away. I was still wearing my heels and a pair of black lace panties. William didn’t seem to mind. His hands grazed lightly over my bare skin, exploring every inch of it. I yanked one last time on his tie, freeing it from his neck, and tossed it aside. I unbuttoned his dress shirt hastily and slid it off his shoulders. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt underneath and I tugged at it in frustration. William chuckled at my impetuousness, and slipped it easily over his head. His body was something to behold.
I’ve seen the statute of David in Florence, with his perfectly chiseled physique. David is a sight to see, definitely, but William’s perfectly sculpted body was even more impressive. I touched him gently, letting my fingers tease at the faint hairs on his chest. When I found his nipples, they were hard beneath my touch. I lowered my head and let my mouth and tongue take over for my fingers. William ran his fingers into my hair and held my head against him, The sigh that slipped through his lips came out more like a growl and it vibrated through his body.
I pushed away from him abruptly and scooted back on the bed. William stood by the bed staring at me. From his rapid breathing and burning eyes, it was apparent that he liked what he saw. He took off his shoes and socks and then his pants, moving slowly but purposefully. I enjoyed watching the smooth movements of his body. He stepped out of his pants, revealing straining boxer briefs. In one quick movement he eased them off, too.
He sat next to me on the bed at first, laying me down gently and his hand found my breast. I jerked slightly as his thumb caressed my nipple. He used his other arm to prop himself over me as his free hand slid from my breast down to my panties. He was all business as he hooked a thumb into them and yanked them down. Quickly, he slid them over my thighs and down my legs. When he got to my feet, he had a little trouble slipping them past the heels I still wore.
I made to slip them off, but he stopped me. “Leave them,” he said, his voice deeper than I thought possible. Triumphantly he held up my freed panties and then dropped them to the floor. There was nothing stopping us now. Reflexively, my legs slid apart as I anticipated him sliding between them. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Your body is even more beautiful than I expected,” he said with his mouth against my neck, our bodies pressed together at every possible point.
“I’m glad you like what you see,” I replied, my hand moving between us until I was holding him in my hand. I gripped his penis firmly and waited for him to lift his head and look at me. One look in his eyes said I had him right on the edge. “Let’s go,” I said for the second time that night.
I hadn’t even noticed, but in the process of undressing, William had tossed a condom onto the bed and now he reached for it. He tore open the wrapper and expertly rolled it on. “Remember when you asked me earlier what kind of guy I am?” he said, allowing himself to press against me but not actually penetrate.
“Yeah,” I gasped, feeling slightly desperate. William had me on the edge, too, and he knew it.
“Well I’m about to show you.” And with that, he was inside me. All the way.
The first thrust was powerful and mind-blowing. It had been a long time for me, and it took me a second to catch up to him. His rhythm was steady and unwavering, and I quickly found my pace. William’s hand never stopped exploring my body and his eyes never left mine. He was a passionate and attentive lover, and it was both unnerving and exhilarating. I found myself anxiously meeting every thrust of his body, and at just the right moment, the slightest shift of our bodies allowed him to press against me in just the right way and I climaxed just as he found his release. His body jerked and I shuddered beneath him, letting out a cry of pleasure.