Passion Unleashed (Masquerade Part I) (5 page)

Ryan listened patiently. 
Gaining confidence
, Heather went on. “I just want to start over. Get off on the right foot. I’m looking forward to creating the painting for you. I have some very good ideas already and I’m sure I can put my heart into it.”

Heather sighed and looked down at the table between them. “I want to say something and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. You’re a very attractive man.”  That wasn’t the way she’d planned to start, she thought a little panicked.

“What I mean is that I know you are a top male star and women are swooning over you. It’s obvious why. I don’t have to tell you that you’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met.” It was only getting worse, she thought ruefully. This is not the right direction for this conversation, or monologue, as it had become. She better change course, and quickly.

“Ryan, I know I’m not like the women you date.”

Ryan’s face softened. He finally spoke and took her out of her misery. “That’s exactly what I like about you, Heather. You are real. You feel. You have passion, whether you’ll admit it or not.

I know why you fled the room the other day. I’m smart enough to figure that out. You felt I used you, that I’d take what I want and be done with you. I admit I have a reputation for that.

But reputations aren’t the whole man. I’m hoping you’ll be willing to see another side of me.”

Heather’s defenses were easily shattered. She couldn’t sweep aside the sincerity in his voice. Maybe he was feeding her a line and he probably was. She wondered if she could trust him.

She stood and paced a few steps away from the sofa. A soft smile played over her face. “I came to see the room where you plan to hang the painting. Would you like to show it to me now?”

Ryan stood and moved close
r.  There was no more than an inch between them. Heather felt suddenly weak. Ryan placed his hand at her back and gently guided her toward the door. “Yes, let’s have a look.”

Ryan felt his cock harden. Just being that clo
se to her caused a feeling
he hadn’t experienced before. It was sexual blended with something else. Something he couldn’t put into words.

He took her out to a small wooden spiral stairwell and she followed him down to a wine cellar that was as large as most bedrooms. She looked around like a child, in awe of the design of the room. Wine bottles were stored from floor to ceiling behind glass doors. She assumed it was all temperature controlled inside the cabinets because the room was not chilly as would be expected in a cellar. It felt quite comfortable, even though she
still wore only her satin blouse
.

She walked around the room and touched the smooth glossy wood top of the long table. It could easily seat 10 people.

“We have private parties down here. I’ll have to invite you sometime. You do like wine, don’t you?”

She nodde
d, still looking around
. She found the room
warm and masculine
.

Ryan walked over to h
er, across the deep, plush earth-
tone carpet that seemed to cushion every step. He pointed to the one blank wall. “I’ve reserved this wall for the painting. I feel good when I come down here. It’s the one room where I feel I belong. “

He stood next to her. She noticed the hard muscles of his chest. Even through the thin sweater she could see the strength of them. Standing so near, she smelled his cologne and imagined she could feel his breath on her when he spoke. It seemed that
everything about him was sexy
to her.

“I’m glad you brought me down here,” she whispered. “It seems very private. It’s a masculine room. It suits you.”

“Heather.” She loved hearing him say her name. He reached out and touched her cheek. She knew, even before the first touch, that she wouldn’t resist him. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to.

Heather reached out to touch his hard chest, rubbing her hand across it. Ryan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her toward him. He looked into her bright green eyes, feeling an uncontrollable desire t
o have her, to have all of her.

Heather’s clit was already hard. Her panties had gotten wet the moment they entered the room. It was all so sensual. In a passionate embrace, Ryan kissed her hard. He seemed to want to eat her alive. His tongue found hers, stroking it, loving it. Her core tightened and she reached down in response to touch the hardness under his tight pants, wondering if he wore anything under them.

Ryan showered her neck with kisses, moaning softly with pleasure. She acquiesced, enjoying every moment. There was no denying she wanted and craved more.

Quickly, he pulled his soft sweater over his head and a little gasp escaped Heather’s lips as she saw his muscled chest, lightly tanned and exposed to her. She reached out again to his bare skin and rubbed her hand over his chest, lightly tweaking each nipple as her hand came close to it.

Ryan put both his hands behind her head and pulled her close to him. He kissed her with such emotion that Heather felt the urge to whimper from the joy of it. She lost track of herself or any inhibition. She wanted everything he had to give. Willingly, she would give what he wanted of her. He was all that mattered right now.

Ryan moved back just a little, panting deeply. There was fire in his eyes. He rea
ched out slowly taking off her blouse, gazing
unashamed at her lovely breasts. The only jewelry she wore were two diamond studs in her ear lobes. Ryan saw her incredible beauty. Standing there in her
ivory-colored
pushup
bra with her golden curls framing her fine features, she was a sight to behold.

He undid the
lacy bra and held the weight of her breasts in his hands. The nipples were hard as little pebbles. He sucked each dark pink nipple alternately and Heather writhed seductively back and forth.

“Please,” he said. And she understood. “Turn around for me, baby.” She did as he commanded. She was facing a small ledge in front of one of the wine cupboards. He began to lightly stroke her back. She enjoyed his admiration and felt sweetly calm.

He reached to the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, exposing her buttocks. Ryan looked at the little round bottom in the muted light
and thought she looked like an a
ngel.
Heather reached out with both hands to hold onto the small ledge for support, her excitement mounting.

Ryan knelt behind her, still holding her skirt up. He took one of her hands and guided it to the edge of the skirt, urging her to hold
it up for him. He gazed
at the smooth round bottom
covered only with a thin lace thong. He took his time and slowly licked up one side of her sexy ass and then down the other side. So sweet, she was so sweet.

He kissed her repeatedly and Heather’s clit tightened in response. She wondered if she’d come, standing right there, without him even touching her.

Then, he pulled down the lace thong, exposing her.  She thought of Ryan looking at her exposed bottom, a little waft of air touched it in its bareness and she lowered her
head, feeling the wetness
between her legs.

Ryan saw, just at the top of her right buttocks, a small tattoo of a red rose with two delicate green leaves attached. He traced it with his finger, then reached up to hold Heather’s slender waist with both hands.

He turned her to face him. He moved his head closer and she leaned back against the wine cabinet for support. Ryan’s cock pressed against his pants as he looked at her lovely cunt. There was a triangle of blond pubic hair, precisely groomed, which turned him on.

His head buried in her sex, he kissed and licked the sweet cream from between her soft smooth thighs and Heather moaned gradually louder. She felt his tongue enter her dripping cleft. Her body begged to come, but he held her off.  He took his fingers and probed inside her, stroking in and out. He was also moaning now.

Heather’s breath was coming in gasps. She wanted and needed release. Ryan’s thumb was now circling her clit in rhythmic motions. He was driving her crazy. He tapped the top of her clit ever so lightly and his cock bulged at hearing her whimper in pleasure. He moved his head back just a fraction and held her outer lips open. He blew a slow breath on the top of her hard clit. When Heather felt this teasing touch on her most sensitive part, she cried out. “Please Ryan. Please!”

He moved his thumb back to her tight clit and began rubbing with just the right pressure back and forth acr
oss it. T
he waves of orgasm rose within her
and seemed to pulse
without end. She rolled with them on a cloud of pleasure, seeking the full release she had to have.

Ryan did not stop but rubbed ever more gently as the crescendo of the orgasm began to relax. He stood and took Heather in his arms. She felt his hard cock pressed against her bare skin, feeling its full heat, even through the pants he still wore.

She kissed his neck and nuzzled against him. He picked her up in his arms, easily holding her and kissed her deeply. He walked to the back of the room and opened a door that Heather hadn’t noticed before. Inside was a small bedroom. He put her gently on the edge of the bed. She slipped her feet out of her
leather pumps
. Ryan stood, kicked off his
loafers
in a swift motion, undid his pants and dropped them to the floor.

His hard swollen erection stood high, asking for attention. He proudly stood there for a moment in the soft light, looking at her, still radiant from her orgasm. He moved to the bed and completely undressed her.

As they lay on the bed, her hand reached out and began to stroke his hard cock. It was so ready for her. Her fingers played lightly in the thatch of hair at the base of it.

She loved the male aroma he had when aroused. She leaned down to lick up and down his perfect cock. He touched the back of her head assisting her.

“Yes, yes,” he was saying over and over. Pre-cum flowed out of his hard member and she licked the tip to taste its wet sex.

Ryan pulled her up on top of him and kissed her over and over. Then, he rolled her to the side of him and almost without interruption reached inside the side table drawer for a condom. He smoothly put i
t over his strong erection. He raised his body
over Heather to look into
her eyes. She gazed at him dreamily.

“I want you,” he said in a course voice. “I want you so badly.” He took her hands and pressed them to her sides. His mouth slanted over hers and he kissed her and licked inside her mouth.
  He kissed her wildly all over her neck, her breasts and
her nipples
. He sucked with need at each hard nipple and Heather whispered “Ryan, oh, Ryan.” He could wait no more.

Heather was s
o wet she was leaking
onto the
beige satin
sheets. He spread her legs with his knee and probed her moist vagina with the tip of his cock. It felt so good. He wanted to fuck her. Just fuck her and fuck her.

His hard cock slid inside her, filling her with its hot throbbing. Heather spread her legs further to receive him. He slid in and out, gradually faster and faster. The tight grip of her sheath was sending him rapidly toward an orgasm of his own.

Heather’s sensitive clit was hard again. Her core tightened. Pleasure coursed through her.

“Come again for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear, continuing to plunge his stiff penis in and out. He put his hand under her ass to lift her slightly. Changing the angle rubbed the most sensitive spot inside her. She was panting and moving her hips up and down in a fluid motion with Ryan’s penetrations.

“Come, now.” he commanded.

She shouted and tightened, giving herself over to another wave of orgasm, more centered and intense than the first since her body was overly sensitive now. As she came, she felt Ryan’s cock inside her, bigger yet, rubbing, hot, growing. She heard his moan as he came without thought of embarrassment.

His stroking was harder and became faster, until her tight sheath sucked every drop of hot cum out of him. He sighed with loving satisfaction and collapsed next to her.

He released his cock from the condom, which he place
d
inside a small bin just by the bed. He buried his head in her neck and nibbled her ear, ever so gently and playfully, before rolling onto his back beside her.

They lay like that, not moving. Just being together, glowing from the fully satisfying sexual experience. There was no need for words. Between them, there was no distance. There was just that moment and being together.

At her leisure, she turned to look over at him. His cock was still erect, still excited. He’d be ready again soon.

She looked up at him. The look in Ryan’s eyes said more than words could possibly convey. Heather could have looked at him forever. She merely smiled.

Masquerade
Part I
– Passion Unleashed
by
Emily Jane Trent ©2012 All Rights Reserved