Looking up with misty hazed eyes, he spoke roughly, “Let’s not do this here,” it pained him to say, but the expression on his face suggested he had other plans in mind.
She sat up straight as he backed away from her, kissing her lips before inhaling deeply. “We can go to my place.” He suggested. “It’s closer.”
Amber nodded, too high on the rush of hormones to care about anything at the moment. Her head was in a daze. Condensation clung to the windows until the defrost setting kicked in. And as he turned the car on and drove off, she wondered what other wicked little tastes were in store for her.
*
Slowly stirring her drink, Amber lifted the enticing margarita to her lips. The rim of her glass was lined with salt, which positively delighted her. Charles stood at the mini bar in his penthouse shaking up another drink for himself. The place was massive, or at least way larger than she was used to. Picture frames clung to the wall containing extravagant paintings of all styles. He liked to call them his gallery, because he spent thousands on them. They were exquisite and beautiful. She almost drowned in their depths as she sipped the fruity beverage he had so kindly prepared for her.
She had accepted the fact a bit ago that tonight, there would be no sleep. It was late, but that wasn’t the problem. She trusted Sasha in Melanie’s care, so that wasn’t the issue either. After the whole hype of her friend had died down and the walls of the hospital had disappeared for good, she could relax. But Charles would get in the way of everything tonight. He stood tall and proud, having changed into a more comfortable pair of black shorts and T-shirt with his shirtsleeves draping quite nicely over his bulging biceps. Even his pectoral muscles showed themselves dominantly through the fitting material.
Flipping the remote that sat upon the kitchen counter-top, he flashed it towards the fireplace. Immediately it lit, enveloping the room in the warm light. Music started to play in the background until the whole atmosphere of the place had changed. There was a small coffee table, two leather couches, and a mantle above the fireplace. On one side of the room, large maroon curtains covered the length of tall windows, which faced a beautiful lake. The bedroom branched right off of the living room, while the kitchen faced the open area. It was lavishly furnished from the marble counter-tops to the magnificent plush carpet in the bedroom. The floor plan itself was simple, which seemed to reflect Charles standards, straightforward but luxuriant.
“Do you mind,” He gestured to the music playing.
“Course not,” she smiled. Her mind was loosening even further, making the unbearable urge to rip his clothes off even harder to contain. What was it about him that urged her in so strong a direction?
Earlier, he had to talk her in a comforting manner. On the drive here he conveyed to her how important it was that she quit fretting over her friend and take care of herself as well. Amber just had a way of feeling guilty over things she couldn’t control. After all, Sasha was her best friend, and she felt somewhat responsible for what was going on with her.
“Some things can’t be helped,” he had explained to her. “She has family, and will be alright if you aren’t brooding over her twenty-four, seven. Relax, things will be alright. She is being well taken care of. I made sure of it.” The glint in his eye proved his point. He had paid for her security in full whether she had approved or not. A man with money wouldn’t take no for answer.
Now, he poured out his drink into a tiny glass over rocks, took one look at it and gulped it down. Making a face, he turned to her and walked towards her with long strides. “We can chat later.” He decided out loud, and then scooped her up from off the couch. To her dismay she dropped the margarita on the floor. The glass went everywhere, but he didn’t seem to care. It was in the heat of the moment. She stared at him apologetically, stretching her neck to see the damage she had done to his plush carpet.
“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, kissing her neck as he hurried towards the room. He kicked the door open, and then leaned against it to make sure it was shut. “God, I had planned this out differently, but I can’t stand it anymore.” He placed her softly on the bed, tossing off his shirt like a rag.
He stood there in all of his magnificence, letting her feast her beautiful large brown eyes on his rippling body. Purposefully, he didn’t move for a few seconds as she drank it in. His rock hard abs egotistically displayed, curving down to the sexy V line disappearing within the folds of his pants. She shuddered. Could he be any more alluring in such marvelous splendor? To his surprise, she rose to her knees, ripping off her own blouse with one solid movement. She liked to match her underwear. Her bra was magenta with a pretty white bow in-between her breasts. They were a decent size C cup, matching the rest of her curvy body. But instead of kissing his succulent mouth, she kissed his broad chest, playfully biting him with every whimpering moan of surprise. Descending in increments of a few inches, she licked his smooth skin. He tasted so good. His hands drifted to her hair, curling his fingers in it as the anticipation between the two heightened. Sticking her tongue in his navel, she twirled it softly. Her hands trailed around his pants to find his hard ass, clutching at the pockets tightly. She pressed him against her, his body growing hot and his pulse becoming audible as it quickened pace.