But tonight has been almost magical up to the final point. And she doesn’t want it to end, even though she knows it will.
“OK,” she replies.
“Shannon, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she says with more confidence than she feels. Her stomach is all fluttery again, as though batwings are brushing its lining.
“Great. Then let’s go.”
He leads her to a row of elevators. The doors hiss open and a staid elderly couple gets out. They both favor the attractive young pair with an approving glance.
Once the elevator doors have closed behind them and they are alone, Lucien grabs her waist.
“Luc – ” she begins, but he cuts her off with a kiss that takes her breath completely away.
His lips are supple and soft and hard and pliant all at the same time, and she is transported to a higher plane of existence where the clouds are soft and white and bad things never happen to beautiful people. His tongue thrusts between her lips, seeking entry. She opens her mouth and lets him in. The thrill of the contact tumbles from her abdomen to her toes and back again.
With their intimacy raised to another level, his hands move around her waist to stroke her back. And down, further down, until he is cupping her buttocks. He is so tall compared to her, and he has to bend down to envelop her entire body.
She does not protest. Her heart is slamming against her ribs in thunderous applause until it jars her entire body and reverberates in her skull. Her loins are on fire and her core suddenly goes moist. Her entire body is heated up by several notches.
God, I want him so badly. It has been so long . . . so long.
The elevator doors hiss open again. They are on the top floor, and corridor opens up before them en route to his suite.
He breaks off the kiss.
“This way,” he says huskily.
“Yes,” she says, her hand grasped in his larger one.
Together, they make their way to his suite.
NIGHT
One night.
If I can have this one night, I’ll be satisfied for a long, long time.
That thought traverses her brain as once inside his suite, she falls into his strong, strong arms. Swiftly, they undress each other – shucking off shoes, jackets, shirts, belts, dresses. He fumbles at the clasp of her lacy white brassiere. She fumbles at his pants.
Off comes their underwear. Their clothes fall into a crumpled heap on the floor. She is seized by lust. Their lips voraciously devour each other’s, and the kisses become more frantic.
He has such a beautiful, amazing body. She scarcely has enough time to pause and admire him. But in coming up for air between kisses, she manages to note his sculptured torso – every muscle a work of art. Her hands roam all over his smooth flesh. There is not a blemish she can feel, not a scar in sight. How is it that a man can be so perfect?
His erection is even larger in proportion to the rest of him. He scoops her up in his arms as if she is a toy and carries her to his bedroom. She barely has time to register her surroundings – yellow lamps, masculine décor with lots of clean lines and wood furniture, wood paneling on the walls interspersed by wall panel lights. Art pieces depict scenes from the forest and hills of the Pacific Northwest with its stormy coastal waters and streaked sky.
He throws her onto the bed. She is a little frightened of his size, and he catches her gazing at his penis.
“Don’t worry.” His breathing is coming out in sharp, ragged bursts. “I’ll be gentle.”
His eyes are dilated with desire and his nostrils flare. She can’t take her eyes off this magnificent Nordic god.
“You’re so beautiful, Shannon,” he murmurs. “So beautiful.”
It is amazing that he too finds her beautiful. Her medium-sized breasts are heaving. He slips on a condom. It sheaths his cock like a glistening glove. Her entire focus is on him – his glorious body, his upright cock which is about to penetrate her, his lustrous blue eyes fringed by long golden lashes.
“Relax,” he tells her as he straddles her. He puts his cock between her legs. “Don’t tense up. Just look into my eyes.”
Those eyes. She remembers what she has seen in those eyes very well. So many questions about this man. So little time.
“It’s OK,” she says. “Do it.”
“I can’t stop even if I tried.”
His cock nudges her open pussy, already dripping with her juices. He cleaves her tunnel with one swift stroke.
She cries out with the pain of his size.
“You OK?” He holds her in concern.
“Y-yes.”
“You want me to pull out?”