Enchanted and Desired (3 page)

As soon as I open the door to my apartment, I pull her into my arms and pick her up, pressing her against the wall. I kick the door shut and drop my keys to the floor, freeing my hand to hold the back of her head as I lower my lips to hers. She tastes fucking divine, and she feels…fuck I can’t wait to sink balls deep into her tight, wet pussy.

“Oh God Simon, you feel so big. I want to see you.” We start clawing at each other’s clothes like animals. She rips open my shirt, the buttons scattering to the floor as I hold her with one arm, unzipping her dress with my free hand; all the while, kissing her anywhere and everywhere I can. There is
no
way I will get as far as the bedroom before I make her come, she’s just too fucking sexy; I can’t help myself.

I lay her down on the nearest surface I can find and slide her dress down and off, throwing it behind me as I take in the sight of her, sprawled out on my console table – fucking perfection. She’s not wearing a bra; her perfectly pert, puckered nipples screaming for my attention. I cup her breasts, and the sight of her arching off the table, pressing further into my hands is such a turn on. I rake my gaze down the rest of her amazing body, stopping to feast my eyes on the sexy scrap of material that
is
her panties – deep purple satin, already wet with anticipation of just how fucking good I’m going to make her feel. I want to kiss every last gorgeous inch of her…and I plan to.

Her eyes are hungry as she watches me unzip my fly, dropping my pants and boxers to the floor. That’s it baby, take a good…long…hard look. The fire burning in her eyes has just gone fucking supernova. That response never gets old!

“See something you like?” Her sexy grin turns dark and smoldering as she raises her eyebrows, moves her hand down onto her body, and starts to caress herself. Fucking…hell. She is a femme fatale. She has completely turned the tables on me, and that never happens.

“See something
you
like sailor?” I’m on her in an instant, ravishing her, licking her, biting, nibbling, fondling, caressing…I can’t get enough of this girl; she tastes fucking amazing – like cherries; warm and sweet; her skin soft as silk. It’s nice not to be overpowered by some pungent perfume for a change. She is a delight to the senses in every way. I’m looking forward to tasting the effect I have on her, but right now I need to fuck her…so hard. I quickly grab a condom from the drawer under the table and rip the foil wrapper with my teeth.

The surprised look on her face amuses me. “Don’t worry baby. Trust me…you are more than ready for me. These panties of yours are
drenched
. I’m going to slide into that tight pussy of yours; stretch you, fill you, and push you to your limits until you’re fucking screaming for me to let you come.”

I stand proud, letting her watch as I slide the condom down over myself. I’m not shy. I know I’ve got a cock that makes women beg; I’m fucking huge and I never get tired of the reaction I get when a woman sees me rock-hard and ready for her. You can see it in their eyes – lust, desire, and a hint of fear that I’m going to split them in two. It’s like a drug to me; I get such a high from it.

I revel in the desire I see in her eyes; she’s hungry for me, ready to let me do whatever the hell I want to her. It takes me a moment to realize what’s different about her…what sets her apart from any other woman I’ve slept with – there is no fear in her eyes; no uncertainty. This vixen laid bare before me knows exactly what she wants – my cock buried deep inside her while she’s screaming my name.

As she chews on her lip like a little temptress, I grab her slender thighs and roughly pull her towards me, impaling her on my cock in one swift move. Holy…Fucking…God…Almighty. She feels phenomenal. Her back arches off the table in response, taking every inch of me; a sexy as hell moan ripping from her chest.

“God, Simon…You feel so good. Take me; hard baby.” I don’t need to be told twice, although, I don’t think I would tire of hearing her shouting my name and begging me to take her.

I start pounding into her as she wraps her legs around my waist in a vice-like grip. I need to taste her, kiss her; touch her all over. I pull her up and into my arms in one swift movement, never breaking my punishing rhythm. When her breasts press against my chest and her lips collide with mine, I have to think of anything other than the woman in my arms. I swear I could shoot my load just from kissing her. Add that to the fact that she has the tightest little pussy I have ever had the pleasure to fuck, and I’m going to seriously embarrass myself if I don’t try to calm-the-fuck-down.

She wraps her arms around my neck and twists her fingers into my hair; frantic; grabbing my head and forcing me to take every lick of pure fire that her tongue bestows on mine. My God she is a phenomenal kisser, and she tastes divine. A hint of alcohol, fruity and sweet and downright addictive.

She is so responsive; her pussy clenching around me as I slam into her, pushing us both higher and higher towards that sweet fucking release. I spin us around and push her back up against the wall, my dick drilling into her as I slip my hand between us and flick my thumb over her clit. She is so wet for me and within seconds she’s screaming my name, clawing at my back; riding out her orgasm.

“Oh my God…Yes…SIMON!” As soon as my name rips from her chest I can’t hold back any longer.

“FUCK…Jess...Fucking Hell.” My orgasm is so intense, I feel like my legs are about to give way underneath me. I’m crushing her against the wall to keep myself standing, but she’s loving it, milking me for all I’m worth; it has to be one of the sexiest moments of my life and that’s saying something.

I carry her over to the sofa; my cock still nestled snuggly inside her.

“Well…you didn’t disappoint sailor.” Her voice is slightly shaky, not the same confident woman from moments ago. I pull her close, taking in the scent of sex and Jess – fucking beautiful. As I caress her face with my hand and move her hair over her shoulder I can see a change in her eyes, the shutters going down and a steely exterior firmly in place.

“Right hot stuff, I better get going.” What the FUCK? She did not just blow me off after a quickie. And what the fuck is this pain in my chest right now? She is
not
leaving here before I’ve had my fill of her.

“Come on Jess. Are you bored of me already? You know you want to stay a while. I’m not done with you yet…not by a long shot.” I can see the cogs turning as she decides whether to bolt or give in to me……Yes.

“Show me what you’ve got then.” Without hesitation I’m up and moving towards my bedroom, Jess cradled in my arms, naked and panting as I kiss her with a passion I don’t even fucking understand.

I make her scream and beg for me into the small hours of the morning, enjoying every orgasm I wring from her delicious body, time after time. I haven’t even gone down on her yet and I’ve lost count of how many times her body has tightened underneath me. The slightest touch of my hands on her pussy and she convulses in a whirlwind of ecstasy. I could get used to this…to her.

We collapse in a sated heap of sweaty limbs around 4am and I feel a strange sense of calm with this girl I hardly know, lying in my bed, curled into my side as if she belongs there.

JESS

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shitty…Shitter! I can’t believe I let myself fall asleep.

I wake in the arms of the most amazing lover I have ever had. I mean he is like
crazy
skilled when it comes to my body. I felt like I had zero control over my own pleasure. I don’t like the feeling of having no control, and that’s just one of the many reasons I need to get the hell out of dodge before he wakes up. I’m not really an advocate of leaving like a coward, but I can’t face this guy again.

As I extricate myself from his strong, tight, gorgeously tan limbs, I can’t help but torture myself with the musky man smell, mixed with last night’s cologne and our sex. I take a deep, lingering breath, watching his striking face in peaceful slumber. He is a vision of male beauty, with a gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder that I would love to explore if I could bring myself to stay. With one last look, I creep from his bedroom, finding my way back to the lounge and my clothes. I dress as quickly and as quietly as possible, holding my shoes rather than putting them on in case I wake Simon.

I feel bad about ducking out on him like this. He was so amazing and sweet and rough at the same time last night. I already feel things that are
not
cool. As I make my way to the door, I spy a notepad on the kitchen island, and something in me just can’t leave without some sort of goodbye. I pick up the pen lying next to it and scribble a message.

Had a great time Sailor, thanks for the thrills.

You certainly know how to create waves.

Jess

I need it to sound detached but I don’t want him to think I didn’t enjoy myself. What I can’t say is that HE ROCKED MY FREAKING WORLD. I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, that Simon was the
best
sex I will
ever
have. Shit…I have to get out of here now before I go back into his room, crawl back into his arms and lose myself to the ecstasy he can bring me.

As I walk down the street towards my apartment, I am simultaneously elated and deflated by my predicament. My insides are churning at the realization that I won’t see him again, or feel the amazing connection I felt to him; but at the same time, I know I have a goofy grin on my face and a carefree swagger to my walk at the mere thought of our night together. I don’t even notice that I’m at my building until I see Lily and Brandon on the sidewalk close to a flashy as hell sports car, which I’m assuming is his. Why am I not surprised that billionaire boy is flaunting the wealth?

“Jess Foster. Doing the walk of shame.” Lily gives me a disapproving but loving look as I bite my lip and flash her a massive grin.

“Who said I’m ashamed? I had a fabulous night. Tell Simon I said Hi when you see him.” I don’t even know why I said that.

With a cocky grin Brandon responds.

“I will pass along your regards Jess.” He sobers, leans away from Lily, and quietly thanks me for helping him out with an overnight bag for my girl on Thursday in preparation for their date today. I give him a playful warning, but he knows that if he hurts her I will hunt him down and break his stupid chiseled face.

I grab Lily into a tight hug and give her some much needed advice. “Please try to enjoy yourself today, let go, don’t think, just feel, enjoy and go with the flow. Okay?” She nods her agreement and my job is done. I leave them to go on their date and head up to the apartment.

When I close the door behind me I feel a grey cloud descend upon me; acutely aware that Simon will probably have woken up by now and realized that I left without a word, and to add insult to injury I left a goddamn note talking about waves. Sometimes I really do hate myself for the dumb things I do.

I try to shake off my funk but it doesn’t really happen. I spend the day slumming around the apartment, unable to force myself to shower his smell from my body. I’m so freaking pathetic, it’s almost funny. I am a walking cliché of womanhood, kicking about in my PJs thinking about a guy. The only difference is that I
chose
to walk away instead of waiting around for him to show me the door.

The guys I usually go for are a sure thing, and I know that they will count their lucky stars to spend the night with me, but there was something about him; something about the way he took command of my body, as if it was his to do with as he pleased. It was an incredible turn on, but it scared the shit out of me. The last time I lost control was with Gavin, and look where that got me, fucked up beyond all recognition. I hide it well…I think, but I will NEVER let any man do that to me again.