Possessed by a Stranger (4 page)

He strolled to the side of the pillow-laden
king sized bed with an air of confidence. His suit jacket slipped
off his broad shoulders. He tossed the jacket on an upholstered
chair. She nervously ran her finger over her lips. Her eyes rolled
toward the door, then the huge bed before resting back on him. His
eyes remained on her, still standing at the door, as he unbuttoned
the sleeves of his shirt, pulled the shirttail out of his pants and
started on the buttons down the front.

“I’m not a patient man. I suggest you follow
suit unless you want that dress ripped off. If you do… I have no
problem obliging.” There was a tease in his voice and seriousness
in his gaze. His shirt joined the jacket with a toss of his hand.
The muscles in his rock hard, well-defined chest flexed from the
casual action, weakening her knees. She bit her lower lip to keep
her mouth from dropping open. Her courage faltered with the
realization she wasn’t just an observer but an active participant.
Her gaze fell into his. She couldn’t resist the wolfish gleam in
those gorgeous eyes. Not with the fire raging through body his gaze
invoked. He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt. Hannah
stood there frozen in an almost hypnotic state and watched him
strip. As much as she wanted to see him nude she didn’t want to
look like an idiot when she did. She slipped out of her sandals,
pulled her purse strap over her head, dropping her purse to join
her sandals. She walked to the other side of the bed, while she
nervously unbuttoned her dress. After all, she needed to wear
something out of the hotel when she left.

With her back to him, she slipped her dress
straps over her shoulders. The cotton fabric titillated her skin,
tickling over her before it crumbled to the floor. With only a
thong separating her from total nudity, she crossed her arms over
her breast, turning to face her sexy stranger. His hand reached to
her right shoulder, coaxing her to face him from his shocking new
location, on her side of the bed. Her breath retreated sharply into
her chest. She trembled under the weight of his sturdy grip.

“I’m a visual person. I like to admire
beautiful things and see their reaction to what I’m doing to them.
I plan on doing a hell of lot of things to you.” That must have
been his way of saying the lights stayed on. After seeing him stark
naked she wanted them on. Any trepidation of him seeing her
intimate exposure vanished as the sight of his manliness filled her
mind. He was the vision that would forever be imprinted in her
memory, listed under perfection. The ripples of his muscular body,
the tuft of hair on his chest that pointed an arrow to his engorged
column, the Special Forces tattoo on his upper arm, all combined to
consume her with a heedless need. Her hands wanted, needed and did,
touch the hair on his solid chest before she knew what they were
doing, all on their own volition.

He cupped her face in his hands. With a
slight tilt of her head, he captured her gaze, locking theirs eyes
together.

The soft touch of his hands on her neck
smoothed slow and meticulously down her neck to her shoulders
leaving her quivering inside. His penetrating gaze caressed her
body, stopping on her thong. His thumbs hooked under the thin
strips of white lace on her sides. Her heart rate quickened as his
fingers slid over her hips pulling the skimpy lace band over her
rounded curvature. He watched the lacey swatch fall down her legs
settling around her ankles. She slightly raised each foot to step
out of her last article of clothing, separating her past from her
future. Her nakedness and vulnerability starkly screamed this was
really happening. The appreciative gleam that shown in the gaze he
directed into her eyes soothed her shadowed fears.

“You are beautiful and all mine tonight.”
With one hand, he grasped a wad of the comforter. He tossed the
comforter to the end of the bed. Both his lengthy hands, gripping
tightly, enslaved her waist. He lifted her weightlessly off her
feet, crushing her against him. “I am definitely going to enjoy
you, over and over again.”

In the space of a second her arms and legs
entwined around his heated rock solid body. Nothing she had ever
experienced felt more natural than their bodies welded together.
Her flesh ignited being held tightly against his, sparking every
nerve. She gasped to breathe with her heart pounding haphazardly
inside her chest.

Her mind left her body, watching her from
above, as she plunged into, whatever in the hell she was doing. He
controlled her body with the severed marionette strings dangling
from her common sense helplessly hovering overhead.

His arm heated her naked flesh as it
supported her bare bottom. His other hand moved up her back
confining her in his steely strength. The warm moistness of his
parted lips touched hers sending a river of fire pulsating through
her veins. Hannah entangled her fingers in his hair pushing his
mouth closer, smashing her breasts against his granite chest. His
tongue glided in her mouth, probing teasingly. An urgent need swept
down her core on a heated path. With her legs spread open to
encompass his large width, his hot hard shaft pressed against her
intimate femininity. The sensation was unbearably exquisite,
exciting, and needy. Her muscles contracted pulling on her spine
allowing the center of pleasure to dance rhythmically against him.
His tongue probed, circling her tongue in a slow erotic dance. Oh
God, every ounce of her being gave in. He had rendered her helpless
to resist him even if she had wanted to.

He knelt on the bed one
knee at a time. He dipped to meet the bed. He released his hold and
she sunk into the overstuffed bed. His hands grasped her torso as
he
impelled her farther into the bed. His
bare flesh covered her in a blanket of sensual warmth. She felt the
heat from his body, smelled the musk of his desires as her body
trembled with yearning.

Her hands gingerly touched the thickness of
his neck. Her thumbs massaged the protruding veins as she reclaimed
his lips. Her uninhibited actions stunned her with her body
vehemently awakening to the mere sight of this man. His touch, his
kisses, his gorgeous presence drove her body to heights she wasn’t
aware existed. Every pore on her wanton body cried out for him.

His muscular frame hovered over her as he
controlled the pressure of his weight on his forearms. The hair on
his chest grazed over her breast tickling her perky buds. His body
smoothed over hers finding the perfect position to claim. Tremors
of anticipation antagonized her yearning body. Her hands hungrily
explored his back feeling his muscles constricting under her palms.
He leaned to one side. His arm slipped under her shoulders.

He cupped her face with his free hand tilting
her toward him with the other arm. The hunger in his grayish blue
eyes matched that of her body. Her stomach twitched viciously
tugging on her sweet spot. Her upper thigh pulsated with each throb
of his thick hard dick heatedly pressed into her flesh. The massive
size concerned, yet aroused her in waves of trepidation mixed with
desires. He touched her lips with his, which was the beginning of
the unbearable pleasure he was about to deliver. Hannah knew she
had left the land of common sense, entering a new excitingly
dangerous world, free of restraints or inhibitions. A hunger from
deep inside her craved his touch. Her body demanded it with wild
abandonment.

His hand encased her neck impressing his
fingertips in her skin as he slid down to her heaving mounds. The
urgency of his stern touch burned a pleasurable sensation into her
flesh. Her blood wildly pumped through her body spreading an
infectious need pooling between her legs.

He paid special attention
to her breast, stroking with his fingers and rolling her buds
between his finger and thumb, enticing her buds to flower with
desire. Her body involuntarily pressed
forward everywhere his hand freely roamed. Her breaths
sharply stuttered, in harmony with her trembling desire. His glazed
eyes had a mesmerizing effect as he admired the handiwork that his
caresses produced.

“I love the way you respond.” The sensual
tone in his voice pushed her off the cliff of reason.

His hand urgently followed a direct path down
her center, headed lower, adding fuel to the explosive fire he
ignited inside her. Her stomach contracted to her spine as if her
body wanted to assist him find his destination. His hand glided
between her legs, forcing her thighs to widen. A burst of
anticipation titillated the nerve endings beneath his touch. She
moved her knee to the side to accommodate his exploration. He
separated her lips hiding her womanhood. The thrill of his touch
enhanced her need. She inhaled slowly through her partially opened
lips, her fingertips dug into his back. One side of his mouth
cocked upwards displaying his approval of her reaction.

Her hips jerked as he touched her sensitive
nub. The unparalleled pleasure rocked her soul. A long appreciative
moan escaped her lips as she succumbed to the ecstasy of his touch.
His eyes bored into hers while he teasingly played between her
folds. Her eyes and body begged him to continue. His scrutiny of
her reactions was as arousing as his insistent touch. His expertise
coaxed pleasurable sensations to a torturous degree.

His finger moist from her flowing juices dove
into her tight hot tunnel. A dulled pain widened her eyes as her
inner walls reluctantly gave him access. She gasped and stiffened
feeling him press hard to deepen his probe. His body relaxed for a
brief second but his eye-locked gaze never wavered or changed.

“You are tight as hell. You have done this
before haven’t you?” His finger pressed harder searching inside
her.

She would shrivel and die if he stopped, or
worse, asked her to leave. Her body craved his caresses, his
kisses, his hard naked body pressing into her, more than air to
breathe.

“Not exactly.” She hedged her answer ready to
beg him to take her.

“The question required a yes or no answer.”
He stopped, staring deep into her eyes. “I’ll assume that’s a
no.”

She was inflamed to the core, her suppressed
libido was now awakened in full force. “No… Oh, please, God, don’t
let him stop.” The words had actually escaped from under her breath
before she knew it.

A confident animalistic fire glazed his eyes.
“I will allow you one last opportunity to postpone the inevitable.
This is your last chance to back out.” He offered her a window of
opportunity with a great deal of reluctance in his voice.

She declined his offer. “Please, I want
this.” His lips formed a devilish smile. His eyes danced a
predatory waltz. Her body celebrated with an intoxicating rush of
electrified shivers as she tightly wrapped her arms around his
neck.

“This puts a different spin on things. I will
have to stay controlled and slow. I want you to remember every
sensation of me being inside you for the first time.”

His lips brushed hers, allowing his breath to
enter her mouth. “You may have come in here a virgin but you won’t
leave here as one. I promise you won’t regret tonight.”

Every move he made was smoothly executed. She
was absolutely sure there would be no regrets, her mind was set.
Her past was left behind in Jay’s living room, along with her
reluctance to experience what she was experiencing now. She smiled,
thankful he hadn’t sent her packing, pressing her lips on his.

His hand tilted her head back. His lips left
hers then trailed over her chin to the hollow of her neck carving
his desires into her flesh. He moved his body lower down the middle
of her body. Her muscles contracted pulling her stomach toward her
breasts as he shifted to lay his head between her legs.

His arms entwined under her thighs, his hands
encircled her waist. The warmth of his wet mouth over her feminine
mound inflamed the area with pulsating sensations. She tried to
rise from the bed from the shock of heated escalating tremors
possessing her with delight. The steely pressure of his hands held
her immobilized. The pleasure was too magnificent to endure. Her
gasp of “oh, God” prompted him to raise his head and smile
devilishly as she stretched her arms out to clutch for anything.
She was drowning in her own bodily pleasures. Her body tightened
with every nerve electrifying her muscles.

His lips nibbled her yearning nub, pulling,
tugging, with exploding quakes of pleasure. His flattened tongue
assisted swirling slowly. Building vibrations from deep inside her
escalated into ecstasy as a sweet rush of tremors spiraled outward
convulsing every muscle in her body. Her guttural moan rose from
her stomach pushing up and out, singing to the immense
gratification of the explosive release. He groaned loudly in
unison.

Her body quaked with delight as she reveled
from the experience. Dizzy from hyperventilation and her blood flow
breaking the speed limit of her heart, she relaxed into the pillow
supporting her head. He soothed her oversensitive clit, pressing
softly with his magical tongue. All the symptoms of her near heart
attack experience jumped started back into action. He swirled
slowly encompassing every yearning nerve.

She surrendered willingly into the haze of
his euphoric caresses now knowing their glorious destination.
Dancing to music of her grateful moans, he led her near the edge of
another ecstatic abyss. He left her hanging, panting for more as he
trailed his kisses upwards. Knowing what would follow she felt
slightly apprehensive.

His fingers massaged then pushed inside her.
Pleasurable impulses infected her body, filling her with an
undeniable need. His fingers inside her incited her craving for
more. Her fingertips outlined his tense muscles then dug into his
back with her yearning becoming unbearable. The mixture of pleasure
and discomfort overwhelmed her. She craved them both.