Cuando Quieras, Donde Quieras – (When You Want It, Where You Want It)

Co-written in Spanish by the lovely MaryFelix.  Check her out here.  Gracias mami.

I stretched my legs out on the poolside chair, enjoying the blissfulness surrounding my body and mind.  The sun was shining bright directly above me, warming every inch of me.  Every inch.  My mind wandered…

I imagined long, strong fingers oiling my back and my skin responded.  Despite the heat, I had goose bumps.  I ran my hands lightly over my chest, feeling the hardness of my nipples through my bikini top.

I opened my eyes and sat up and reached for my drink.  I’d only end up feeling hotter if I continued with these thoughts.  I shielded my eyes with my hand and looked around the pool area.  It was quiet.  A middle-aged couple lounged to my left, another couple was sitting at the swim-up bar, laughing and chatting amicably, an older man was talking to the bartender and his partner was sitting nearby at the patio table, reading her book.  There was no one in the pool.

I walked over to the pool and stepped on the first step.  The water was cool on my toes, sending a jolt of shivers up my body.  I debated diving in but opted instead to sit at the edge and let the coolness overcome me gradually.

I sat back on my arms and closed my eyes again and lifted my face up to the sun.  I heard the creak of the wooden steps leading into the pool area.  Someone had walked in.  I heard a male voice greeting the bartender in Spanish.  His voice was low, barely audible.

There was movement in the water.  Hmmm, I thought, no splashing came my way.  This man had a clean dive.  I listened as he swam one length of the pool and then another, pausing to take a breath at either side.  I tried to imagine him in my head, tried to picture his face, but all I could see in my imagination was arms.  I sighed out loud, almost embarrassed at making a sound in this serenity.  I listened again and didn’t hear any water movement.  I wanted so desperately to peek through one eye and sneak a look at this man but this mystery going in my head was just too delicious.

He was swimming again, reaching the sides faster this time.  His breaths were shorter and more frequent.  Dammit.  Strong arms no doubt.  I counted as he swam three, four, five pool lengths and then a deep intake of air and heavy breathing.  And then stillness.  Jesus.  The silence was killing me.

I opened one eye and immediately had to open the other to focus my gaze on him.

How do I describe him without sounding melodramatic?  The colour of his skin was a dark tan, like he’d spent many a day at the beach.  It was smooth, almost tight and porcelain-like.  And the arms?  My imagination didn’t compare to these arms and shoulders standing several feet across from me.  I looked at his face and almost got lost in his liquid-center dark eyes.  He had a wide mouth, his lips were slightly parted and water was dripping from his thick head of hair onto his face.

He had bad written all over him.  And I wanted to know his badness.

“Que miras?”, he spoke in Spanish.  And he was speaking to me.

“I don’t speak Spanish”, I said.

“Lo entiendes”.  It was a statement, not a question.

“Si”, I replied coolly.  “I understand”.

“Que miras?” he asked again.

“You.  I’m looking at you”.  My heart was already racing.

“Te gusta?”

“Do you speak English?” I asked, realizing I just answered his question with a question.

“No importa.  Me gusta lo que veo y estamos comunicandonos bien. Dime que te gusta de mi”.

“Your eyes.  I can’t read them.  And I’m good at reading eyes.  There’s an aura about you.  Something tells me I shouldn’t be talking to you”.

He threw his beautiful head back and laughed, causing the middle-aged couple to look over.  I smiled a nervous smile.

“Ven aca mami”, he said quietly.

I swallowed hard.  I got instant butterflies and there was a rollercoaster tingle in between my legs.  I was still sitting at the edge of the pool, swinging my legs in the water.  I jumped in, trying as hard as I could to be casual.

I saw a smile curve on his lips as he watched my body descend into the water.  He was amused and the butterflies fluttered even quicker.  He was making me nervous.

I walked over slowly, fully aware that his eyes were on me but I averted his gaze, wanting desperately to show him how strong I could be.  I felt like he could see right through me.  And at that moment, I was oozing with softness.

I approached him.  He reached for my hands and quickly pulled me towards him, immersing my body in the cool water.  I gasped and instinctively pulled away from his hands.  I stood up defiantly in the water, trying to regain some composure but I knew I was failing horribly.  He reached out again but this time he grazed the back of his hand on my hard nipple.

“Esto me encanta”, he whispered.  I didn’t move.  I wanted his hands on me, aware that my nipples were erect and fully attentive to his touch, wanting more.

“Como te llamas?”, he asked.

“Does it matter?”, I replied, immediately regretting my answer with a question, yet again.

“Quiero saber como llamarte cuando este gimiendo tu nombre, mami”.

Christ.

“And what makes you think you’ll…..?” I trailed off, unable to complete my question.

He took a step towards me and bent his head into my ear.  “Mmmmm, mami, si mami, damelo, asi mismo”, he moaned, mimicking fake lovemaking into my ear.  I pulled away, trying to shake this desire building in my bones.

He tightened his grip on my arms, his eyes dark and brooding, warning me not to move.  He pulled me closer to his body.  He reached underwater and put his hands on my ass.

With one swift movement, he pushed my bikini bottom to the side and slid his middle finger inside me.  I drew in a breath of air, feeling a mix of emotions at this man’s dauntless ways, excitement and fear both running through my veins, the appetite building in between my legs.

“Tu cuerpo esta frio”, he breathed into my hair and dug his finger deeper into me.  “Tus entrañas estan ardiente senorita”.

I dug my nails into his shoulders.  He didn’t flinch.

“Do you want it?”, I asked, scratching my nails down his back.  The fervor in my body had overcome the fear I was feeling just seconds earlier.  Something had to be done about it.

“Lo quiero. Y lo hare mio”, he replied in a hushed tone.

He pulled at my bottom with one hand and kept the other on my ass, as if securing my position.  I had the feeling that if I tried to pull away, he would have been forceful.  This excited me even further.

He pulled my swimsuit bottom completely off and I felt him move underwater.  I knew what he was doing.  I looked around anxiously, making sure no one was watching.  Everyone was absorbed in their own activities.  I needed this man inside me now and fast before anyone realized what was happening in the pool.

He looked me directly in my eyes, hunger written all over his face.  I wanted so bad to have his mouth on mine but all he did was stare into my eyes.  I moved in closer, pressing my breasts on his chest, making sure he felt the hardness of my nipples.

He positioned my legs on either side of him and guiding me on top, he pushed himself inside.  I felt every beautiful inch of his length inside me.  Fuck.  He closed his eyes and whispered something I didn’t understand.  I bit my lip to prevent crying out.  I grabbed his shoulders and watched him.  I wanted to move on him, to ride him out of control but I couldn’t draw any attention to us.  If I got out of control, this would be over sooner than it started.

I felt his heart pounding against mine.  His cock was deep inside me, but it was still and unmoving.  This was torture.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Sabes lo rico que se siente esto?” he whispered.  “Esta tomando todas mis fuerzas para no dartelo duro en tu concha caliente”.  Something about controlling himself from pounding me.  I didn’t care what he said at this point.  I needed him.

His eyes darted around the pool.  He pushed up inside as far as he could go.  I moaned slightly and he pressed his lips up against my face.

“Callate.  Piensas que te puedo coger callado?”  I turned my face so my mouth was against his.

“No”, I said.  “I can’t.  I can’t stay quiet if you keep torturing me like this.  Fuck it please.  Fuck me”, I said.

He kissed me then, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me as close to him until we were almost one.  His mouth was fresh and cold and his tongue was hard and probing against mine.  He was demanding, sucking on my tongue deep and biting on my lips.  He thrust up into me once, twice, three times and my pussy responded well around his cock.

I swayed my hips against his, feeling him deep inside my walls.  He was filling me perfectly and his mouth against mine was adding to the intensity.

Dear God, this man was blowing my mind.

He grabbed my waist forcefully and with his mouth still on mine, he moved me up and down on his cock, slamming into me as hard as the water would allow.  I sucked on his tongue hard, unable to express myself any other way.  My arms were tightly wound around his neck, my body wanting his hands all over me.  Every inch of my being wanted him inside.

He pulled away and stopped moving.  “Mami, si te sigues moviendo asi, me haces venir”, he whispered into my mouth.

My orgasm was building and I couldn’t stop now.

“No papi, please, I can’t stop now.  I need you.  I need you to fuck me”, I said.

I looked around quickly and noticed the middle-aged man lounging with his wife.  He was sitting up in his chair and he was watching us.  I licked my lips nervously and winked at him.  He was spellbound, a dazed look on his face.  His wife lay quietly on the chair next to him, unaware of her surroundings.  “We have a voyeur”, I whispered into my sexy lover’s ear, not removing my eyes from the man on the chair.

I moved on my mystery man’s cock again, my mouth open in desire.  I threw my head back purposely, suddenly enjoying the attention.  I bit my lover’s ear gently and licked his earlobe ever so slowly.  I heard my new lover gasp in my ear and the man in the chair shifted in his seat.

I couldn’t wait.  I needed to bounce on this man.  I had to have him hard and fast.  “Come with me papi”, I said, my eyes still on the other man.  I leaned into my lover and kissed him hard, making sure to keep my eyes open so the man could watch me.  I ground my pussy on him as much as I possibly could, feeling the pressure build on my clit.  I was seconds away.

“Papi, do you feel it?  Do you feel this pussy throbbing?  I’m going to come all over your dick papi, I’m going to scream”, I said, louder than I’d wanted to, maintaining eye contact with the man.

“Callate la boca mujer”, he moaned into my ear.

“I can’t”, I muttered.  “I can’t take this anymore”.  I returned my gaze back to my new lover and thrust my pussy on his cock over and over again.

“Kiss me papi”, I said.  “Kiss me hard”.  He sucked on my lips, my tongue, my chin.  He licked my ear and right at that moment, the waves started rushing over me.  “Look at me”, I said.  “I want you to watch me come”.   I pushed down hard on his cock, aware of the other man’s eyes on me.  I dug my nails into my lover’s back again, this time in desperation and I bit my lip hard to silence my screams.

Oh.  My.  God.  My pussy throbbed and ached around his hardness and I came hard.  I dipped my head back into the refreshing water and looked up at the man on the chair.  His expression and position hadn’t changed except for the bulge in between his legs now.  The woman laying beside him was now peering over her sunglasses, her mouth slightly open, watching me and my lover in the pool.  I smiled.

Then, with both hands on my ass again, my lover lifted me and turned us around to face the couple.  He took my arms and pinned them behind my back as he settled his cock inside me from behind.  I watched the look on the woman’s face as her eyes widened at the sight of my lover.  My bikini top had slid off and my breast was slightly exposed but my lover had me motionless and I was enjoying the way the other man was eyeing it.

My lover proceeded to fuck me very slowly from behind, exaggerating every move for our audience.  I licked my lips at the woman and bent over further to feel my lover deeper inside.

“Ay mami”, he said, loud enough for the couple to hear now.  I smiled again, enjoying every second of his cock inside.  “Tomalo mami, toma esta verga dura dentro de ti.  Te gusta?” he repeated it over and over.  “Tomalo mami.  Tomalo todo.”

He put his hand around my throat and I could tell from his movements he was on the brink of his orgasm.

“Give it to me”, I said, directing my words to the man on the chair.  “Give me what you got baby”.

My lover pounded into me, my breasts now fully exposed and bouncing in the water. I looked around to see who else was watching and realized now that the bartender had his eyes on us.  I’d never felt so carefree and sexy, enjoying the mini audience nearby.  I could tell the arousal in the woman’s eyes now and there was no mistaking how turned on the man was.  I turned to look at my lover over my shoulder and we locked eyes, desire and lust evident between us.  He pressed his face against mine and fucked my pussy with short and quick thrusts over and over again.  He groaned quietly and bit my cheek hard in passion, his dick now throbbing inside me.

I felt the rush of liquid in my already wet pussy.  He let go of my throat and put both his hands on my breasts, squeezing them together for the couple to see.  He kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear and then, quite unexpectedly, he turned to the man on the chair and in perfect English said,

“Would you like to trade?”

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 3 – Michael: There Goes My Baby

Damn that ass.  I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress.  It hugged her in all the right places.

I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy.  She took it like a real woman.  I almost screamed out that damn L-word when I nut.  The woman drove me crazy.

I don’t know what it is about her.  This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long.  That’s what she deserves.  A full day of my tongue action on her pussy.  Her words melt me.  And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either.  Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her.  Why’d she have to look at me like that for?

She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian.  She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive.  I’m sure Damian had something to do with it.  I’m damn sure of it.

He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks.  I ain’t even gonna lie.  Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…

I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so.  I don’t think I’m her only one.  And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that.  She’s always so eager to please.  Which is why I keep coming back to her.  Savannah knows how to hit my spots.  No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has.  Among other things.  Damn.   And the thought of letting her have Damian?  For her own pleasure?  It crossed my mind.  Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.

Men talk.  And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home.  Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club.”  This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.

He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.

“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time.  Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right?  You’re not in a committed relationship.  And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”

I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night.”  I know Damian.  What he wants, he gets.   I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.

But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman.  I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me.  I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement.  I like what we’ve got.  Naw, I more than like what we’ve got.  I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.

My mind wandered to that damn dress again.  Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch.  I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress.  That’s my Savannah.  Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.

Fuck.  Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms pushed back into my mind.  I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me.  He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?

I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat.  Man, I love that throat.  She always looks so demure and sweet when she does that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be.  My mind was reeling.  I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that is mine.  I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness.  I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath.  I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger.  I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.

Dammit.  I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head.  I couldn’t be jealous.  “I’m not jealous,” I told myself.  “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away.”

A sudden surge of anger shot through me.  I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them.  I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her.  There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house.  I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.

What I heard from around the corner was no mistake.  It was Savannah’s soft whisper.  I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.

Why was I acting this way?  What did I expect to find?  Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art.  How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson?  What would she think?  She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me.  I didn’t want to risk losing her…

And this was my boss.  I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.

“You know what she’s doing Michael,” a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen.  Think about it.  She‘s not really your woman, is she?”  I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.

What if…?  Fuck this.  What if…?  Damn.  What’ll I do?

I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me.  I held onto the wall and peered inside.

There she was.

Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.

And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.

I froze.  Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.  I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.

I didn’t know what to do.  My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..

…but at the same time, I voyeuristic-ally wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.

Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.  She moaned.  It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nonetheless.  I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy.  She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure.  I couldn’t help but smile.  “That’s my girl,” I thought.

There was no mistaking my cock this time.  It was hard.  Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me.  I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth.  This was some bullshit.

“I want you,” she panted.  “I want you so bad, Damian,” I heard her say.  Fuck.  These were words I’d heard.  I did this to her.  I made her moan and groan like this.  I should be there.  Not him.

I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see.  And she smiled.  I saw her smile.

There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now.  I was entranced at this show.  This was definitely a guilty pleasure.

Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him.  And then her voice again.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time.  Please just fuck me.”

She wanted to get fucked.  She was filled with desire for this other man.

He pushed into her and she moaned again.  I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.

I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit.  I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come.  I wanted to be that guy.  My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.

She was going to come.  I knew this.  I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm.  I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…

…fuck.  Fucking hell.  I swear my heart fell to the ground…..

Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.

“Michael.”

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 2 – Damian

We walked into the mansion and my eyes widened at the sight. The house looked like it belonged on an exotic island.

The bank president’s home was situated on a hill, just outside the city, overlooking a small, man-made lake that connected to the outdoor pool. Guests were already gathering around the bar outside on the patio.

I stood back and admired the decor.

Red velvet curtains. Dark brown walls. There were erotic paintings hanging from the walls, what looked like figures in different sexual positions. It was very Kama Sutra. I shot Michael a look. He was in awe just as much as I was.

Michael came to my side. “Wine?”, he asked. I smiled, admiring the smug look on his face, his satisfaction in knowing my drink preference.

I watched him make his way to the bar on the patio, loving the way the linen pants fell from his hips. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and imagined his hips on top…

“You like the artwork?” A man’s deep voice behind me. I started to turn around to look and then, “Don’t turn around. Let’s observe this together.”

His voice was deep, deeper than Michael’s. I didn’t think that was even possible. My heart skipped a beat in anticipation to hear what he’d say next…

“You notice the figures in this artwork? Can you see the position the female is in?”

I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on the female figure in the painting. This man’s voice felt like warm, melted chocolate on my body.

“You can tell the female is in lust with her lover. You see how her lips are parted? She needs to be pleased. She wants to take him in her mouth. See that?”

I shifted my stance, not feeling uneasy with this man’s words. The fact that he didn’t make me uneasy is what made me uneasy. Dammit. Where was Michael??

He took a step forward, making my heart beat even faster. I didn’t move.

I could feel the heat exuding from his body, the scent of him wafting through the air. I stared straight ahead at the painting in front of me, forgetting what I was looking at.

“You’re so sexy Savannah”, he whispered in my ear. I straightened my back. How did he know my name? I tried to turn around to see who this mystery man was when suddenly I felt his tight grip on my elbows, preventing me from moving any further.

I got the sudden urge to fall back into his arms, to press my back onto his chest. This was so inappropriate. Why was I even pondering this with this mystery man who smelled like heaven and sounded like ecstasy? I didn’t even know what he looked like!

“I’ve heard so much about you”, he continued. “He speaks very highly of you. And speaking of which, there he is now.” He dropped his hands and my body felt…bare almost. Fuck.

“Ahh, Michael, I was wondering why you left this sexy woman here all by herself. I wouldn’t trust her alone, you know,” and then he laughed, a sexy, rough, hearty laughter.

I stepped away from the mystery man, reaching out to Michael. I turned around, anticipation knotted in my stomach waiting to see what this man looked like.

My knees went instantly weak. My palms got sweaty. And my heart was thudding out of control. Dear God.

I held onto Michael’s hand for stability.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Williams,” Michael said to me.

I turned to Michael. Then to the mystery man.

“You’re Michael’s boss?”, I stammered.

Mr. Williams held out his hand and took mine into his. He lifted it up to his lips and kissed my hand ever so seductively, his lips lingering a second longer than they should have. I could have sworn something stirred inside me…

Mr. Williams had dark, shining, mesmerizing eyes. He seemed to know what I was thinking. This was NOT what I expected the bank manager to look like…

“I’m not Michael’s boss today. Please,” he said, “call me Damian,” and he smiled.

I turned to Michael again, secretly cursing Damian’s smile and his perfect set of white teeth. I took the glass of wine from Michael’s hand and tried not to gulp it.

Michael was tall but Damian was taller. Michael’s skin was hot chocolate. Damian’s was dark chocolate. Michael had eyes I could stare into all night. Damian’s eyes shone like a star in the night.

I blinked hard and cursed myself for comparing my lover to this mystery man. What a man he was…

“I was showing Savannah my collection of erotic art,” explained Damian with an air of smug confidence, as if he knew, yet again, what I was thinking, “And I was just about to show her the pieces around my home. Do you mind if I borrow her Michael?” My body jerked slightly when he said “borrow”.

I quickly prayed that Michael wouldn’t mind. Something about this man made me want to hear him talk. Damian could talk to me all night. Dammit. Michael.

Michael bent down and kissed my mouth. “Go ahead,” he said, taking a sip of his beer and glancing at his boss. “And you,” he directed this to me, “behave.” I saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

I stood there speechless, my heart feeling warm from Michael’s presence and my body tingling from standing in between these two creatures. A wicked thought snuck into my head and I quickly pushed it back into the corners of my mind.

Damian didn’t waste one minute. He took my hand and led me across the living area. I turned back to see Michael watching me, a smile on his lips.

I followed Damian slowly around his home, hearing but not listening to the facts on his erotic art paintings. I couldn’t help but watch him.

Damian had long. slender fingers, the kind of hand that would cup my breast perfectly. His lips were just right, enough to cover mine with sweet kisses. I looked at his legs. They were clad in flawlessly pressed dress slacks. A designer belt held his pants pleasantly in place. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying the perfect amount of soft hair on his forearms.

And his arms. His muscular arms were noticeable under his shirt, aching for my fingertips to caress them.

“You’re having a hard time concentrating, aren’t you?” he asked, obviously amused at my reaction. I almost melted when I realized how sexy his dimples were.

I looked up and stared intently into his eyes, making sure he could read the seriousness in my eyes. “What makes you think so Mister, um, Damian?” For some odd reason, I wanted to continue calling him Mr. Williams. There was an air of authority about him.

“For starters, your nipples are hard,” he said, reaching out to touch my breasts lightly with the back of his hand. I didn’t flinch. Damian looked down at me, no reaction on his pretty face.

“And secondly, I know for a fact you’re moist underneath this dress,” he almost whispered, dropping his hand from my breast. I almost groaned out loud thinking he would feel under my dress but he wouldn’t dare, would he?

I smiled and stood my ground. Damian didn’t touch me and I hated myself again for wanting him to.

What was wrong with me? My lover was more than enough for me. Why was I allowing these lustful feelings to overcome my awareness of what was really happening. This was my lover’s boss! Nothing about this situation was right!

“Are we done here?”, I tilted my head for emphasis, “because Michael might be getting lonely for me,” I said.

“Michael has told me about your freaky ways Savannah. The thoughts alone are enough to keep him company,” he replied.

“How do you know I’m not lonely for him?”, I challenged, wondering how much Michael told his boss about me.

Damian moved in closer, making me almost unable to look up at him any further.

“You?”, he laughed. “Oh, Savannah. You don’t get lonely.”

Damian reached down and picked a strand of hair from in front of my face. He held it in between his fingers, looking intently into my eyes.

“Can I share a secret with you?”, he asked.

I was intoxicated by this man. By his scent, his movements, his voice, his presence. This is wrong, I told myself. But my body didn’t seem to agree. My body was telling me this was so right.

Damian grabbed my hand and pulled me with him around the corner of the living room into another room, what looked like a walk-in closet. I consciously wanted to pull my hand away from him and run to Michael but physically, I wasn’t able to.

“I want you. From the moment I stepped into the room and saw you in this red dress, standing seductively looking at my artwork, I wanted you. I’ve known for a while about yours and Michael’s sexual adventures and I‘m jealous. I want what Michael has.” He paused, just enough to stroke my face lightly. “Give me a taste. Give me a taste of what you’re about Savannah.”

I was engulfed by emotions. My Michael. I couldn’t do this. I loved Michael. I had never ending love for him. Michael pleased me in every which way possible. Michael was the perfect lover.

Why then, why then, dammit, was I feeling this way about a man I had never met before in my life? Damian was the epitome of sexy. His demeanor. His voice. His overbearing attitude. His over-the-top self-confidence. His eyes. His hands. Something about him made me want to bring him to his knees! I wanted to shut him up, I wanted to make him groan, I wanted to hear him call my name in mercy. How dare he talk to me this way? He was Michael’s boss, not mine!

I put my hands on his arms, confirming my thoughts about his muscles from earlier and pushed him back against the wall with all my might. I ran my hands up to his shoulders and then to his face. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled his face down to mine. I made sure he saw the hunger in my eyes before I pulled his mouth down onto mine. I sucked on his lips, kissing and biting his tongue. I moved deep into his mouth and sucked on his tongue hungrily. Oh God. He was kissing me perfectly, his mouth in sync with mine. My mind was whirling with thoughts and emotions and I realized how badly I wanted to wrap my legs around him.

Damian seemed to know, yet again, what I was thinking and with one swift movement, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up onto him. I put my hands around his shoulders and threw my legs around him, feeling his hardness under the silky material of my dress. Damian slid one hand under my dress and groaned sexily out loud when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Holy shit,” he moaned into me, his face in my hair, inhaling my neck. I threw my head back, urging him to kiss me there and he did. His mouth sucked on my neck, his tongue flicking in and out lightly.

I wasn’t feeling any guilt at having another man’s hands on my ass, pushing my dress higher and further away, trying to get to my treasure. I was wet. I could feel the wetness in between my legs and I wanted Damian to feel it too.

“Damian,” I muttered. “Damian, please.”

“This feels so right Savannah. You feel so right. I want you. I want all of you. Let me have all of you,” he whispered into my ear.

Damian brought me down to the carpeted floor and quickly unzipped his pants. I moved my hands quickly, trying to free him from his pants as fast as I could. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to have him in my mouth. I wanted to make him scream my name. I got up on my knees and then…

“No,” said Damian suddenly. “I want you my way,” he said, and dropped down to his knees. He placed me gently on my back and lifted my legs. My dress was scrunched up around my waist, my pussy anticipating his every move, getting wetter by the second.

Damian looked at me again, this time expressing his hunger. He delved swiftly into my pussy with his mouth, his tongue lapping at every bit of wetness in between my legs. “Mmm,” he moaned, “you taste so good.”  I moaned with him, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. I grabbed the back of his head and brought him in deeper. Dear. God. I brought my hips up higher, wanting desperately and anxiously to feel the thrusting inside my core. I grabbed his head again and this time brought it up to my face, kissing and licking his mouth, moaning again at the taste of me on him.

I was out of breath. “I want you,” I panted. “I want you so bad Damian.” I wanted him everywhere. I greedily and selfishly wanted my pleasure. And I wanted it everywhere. I wanted his mouth on my pussy and I wanted his dick in my pussy. I wanted his dick in my mouth, I wanted to please him. I don’t know which urge was stronger.

Damian pulled his pants down lower, giving himself freedom to move. I smiled when I saw his cock, my pussy now throbbing uncontrollably to have him inside me. Damian was well endowed and I wanted every inch of him inside me.

Damian positioned himself above me, teasing me lightly with the tip.  I thrust my hips up to meet his pleasure and he moved away.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time. Please, just fuck me.”

Damian entered me and thrust himself up inside. “Oh my,” he whispered. “Savannah.”

I closed my eyes, tears uncontrollably welling up from the sudden pain. Oh God, he felt so good…

“Move with me,” I said, adjusting my legs to meet his thrusts, enjoying the slam of his body against mine. I felt the beginning of my orgasm deep inside, wanting so much to have his dick inside my mouth.

“Damian,” I stammered, almost ready to come, “Dame…” I stopped suddenly. A movement from the door caught my eye…

I froze.

Damian froze. Slowly he turned around.

And there, at the doorway, stood Michael.

*See Michael’s reaction here*