Serve His Needs - Encounter (6 page)

Alexander allowed Amanda to pleasure him for a few more minutes before his hand moved from her head to her hair, gaining a large handful and pulling her away from him.  He moved her slowly, watching her lips pull against him as he exited her mouth.

Amanda remained on her knees, licking her lips, swallowing, feeling a tender burn from her mouth being open in such a way for so long.

“Now stand up, Mandy,” Alexander said.

He let go of her hair.

She stood up and stood before him.

“Pick up my pants,” he said.

Amanda leaned down and did as she was told, coming up to his erection and stopping.  Alexander’s hands reached over hers and moved her away.  He literally tucked himself back into his pants, his eyes still not moving from Amanda’s.

He put a hand to her cheek once again and gently caressed her face, his thumb moving across her sweet lips.

“You’re wild under that shell, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I hope so,” Amanda replied.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

Alexander removed his hand from her face and turned, walking from the large kitchen.  After taking three steps, Amanda started to follow, understanding that knowing what he wanted was better than waiting for him to command it.

Alexander led the way back up the dark color carpeted steps and down the wide hall to the master suite.  It had double doors with gold door handles and he threw both doors open, showing off a large bed with silk sheets laid across it.

On the first tour of the condo, Alexander had simply tapped his fingers on the door and told Amanda her experience would come soon enough.

It had come and Alexander led the way.

He paused in the middle of the room and pointed to the bed.  “Make yourself at home.”

Amanda walked past him to the bed.  She touched the sheets and they were like cool butter, so soft.  She imagined it must be erotic to be wrapped in those sheets, hot and sweaty after sex.

Alexander stepped up behind Amanda and put his hands to her hips.  He thrust hard against her backside, making sure she knew he still had an erection.  One hand moved up to the middle of Amanda’s back and forced her to bend over, her chest resting against the bed.

Then both of Alexander’s large hands came to the button of her jeans, unhooking it, and then one hand unzipped her pants.  That same hand then moved into her panties, rubbing her soft, bare skin, the tips of his fingers teasing along the line where her moisture – and true pleasure – began.  His other hand soon joined and with a fierce grip, Alexander began to pull, working Amanda’s jeans and panties off her sexy hips.  She wiggled as needed to help, and once her pants and panties were at her ankles, she hurried and kicked everything off again.  Being naked from the waist down again felt just as hot as the first time, if not more so because Amanda had an idea of what Alexander was going to do to her. 

His hands crawled up the back of her legs, starting just behind her knees, moving so slow and sensual that Amanda’s skin broke out in goosebumps yet an erotic heat poured from her skin and a moisture collected between her legs. 

She opened her legs as he continued up and when he gripped her backside with both hands, she groaned and felt herself starting to grind, hinting that she wanted him to enter her.

Alexander squeezed harder than he had to command control.  He then leaned against Amanda’s body and kissed the back of her neck.

“Aren’t we eager?” he whispered on her neck.

Amanda moaned and nodded.

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?”

Amanda continued to nod.

“Look at that shell cracking.  You’re so desperate for me…”

“Yes,” Amanda managed to say in a gasp of breath.  Alexander’s weight and position had started to crush her, leaving her dangling between pleasure and a worry of pain.  “Yes… Alexander… yes…”

Alexander eased back up.

His left hand move to Amanda’s left hip, gripping her tight while his right hand slid under, between her backside.  His finger grazed a super sensitive spot and Amanda jumped.  He kept going until he touched her wet spot, his finger massaging in small circles, feeling her tight bud but never penetrating it.

Amanda wanted to move and force his finger into her but she waited.  She didn’t want to upset Alexander Porter. 

Then in a swift motion Alexander moved his hand from her warmth and with the hand on her left hip, he spun her around.  Her hair flew across her face and she suddenly looked and felt like a dirty, used woman. 

Nothing had ever felt so sexy.  She was completely Alexander’s… any way he wanted, any time he wanted…

His hands moved to her shirt, finding the top shirt and then reaching for the under shirt.  He lifted both of them over her head and let them fall to the thick carpet under their feet.  He leaned in and began to kiss Amanda’s chest as one hand unclipped her white laced bra.  When it unsnapped the weight of Amanda’s breasts came forward, pushing out toward Alexander.  He licked down her chest, between her engorged breasts, and using his teeth, he bit at her bra and took it off.

Amanda could only stare.  She watched her bra fall to floor as if it happened in slow motion.  Alexander’s hands cupped her heavy breasts and his tongue quickly introduced itself to her throbbing nipples, suckling them and licking circles around.  Amanda put her hands to the bed to hold herself up.  She felt as if she could pass out.  Living in a fantasy like this just didn’t feel real.  But the lust within and the pleasure and moisture all colliding reminded Amanda that this was real, and it wasn’t going to stop, yet.

Alexander moved away from her breasts but not before letting his thumbs run across her erect nipples, flicking them, causing Amanda to groan again.

He stepped back once and used just his thumb and forefinger to unclip his pants.  He pushed his pants and boxer briefs down and stepped out of them, along with his socks and shoes.

Alexander Porter was finally naked for Amanda’s eyes to enjoy.

She couldn’t focus on one thing, her eyes raced everywhere.  Up and down his chiseled body, his stone like face, his hard eyes, and of course, the hardest part of it all… the best part…

Alexander took his penis into his hand and stepped back to Amanda.

“Move onto the bed,” he said.

Amanda slid her naked skin against the silk sheets and onto the bed.  She almost instinctively moved to her back and brought her feet to the bed, opening her legs wide for Alexander.  She knew her sweet smell flooded his senses because it did her own.

“You’re perfect,” Alexander said.  “Simply perfect.  Top to bottom, and everything in between…”

With one finger, Alexander cut between Amanda’s wet labia, spreading her for himself to enjoy.  He admired the way she looked and finally came forward, lining himself up with her hole. 

Amanda gripped the silky sheets for good measure, preparing for the coming pleasure.

Alexander slid elegantly to Amanda, pressing enough to open her, entering her with just the thick tip of his erection.  His hands cupped around her knees and without the slightest hesitation, Alexander thrust himself – once and hard – fully entering Amanda again. 

Her back arched in pleasure and her cry was from the pressure. 

Alexander began to love her body, moving in and out of her as his hands slid up her legs to her hips, gripping her and holding her in place.  He also used her hips to brace himself for harder thrusts, digging deeper into Amanda, guiding to the cliff of climax. 

Amanda was already there as she started to come.  The more Alexander touched her insides and the more his tip dug at her, the more she came.  She couldn’t contain herself as she thrust.  She lifted her backside off the bed and moved with speed, working herself just as much as Alexander worked her. 

He fucked her through the intense orgasm but she had no chance to recover as Alexander’s sexy body and perfect motion continued to bring her orgasm.  Another round of multiples were in place and Alexander knew it.

He started to pump her harder, bucking so her body jumped on the bed.  His hands moved up to her ribs and his strength and grip tightened again.  The pressure on Amanda’s ribs made her lose her breath.  He lifted Amanda and pushed her back further on the bed, allowing himself to climb up.  As he did, he remained inside of Amanda and the different movement caused new pressure in her body. 

“Touch yourself,” Alexander said as he fucked Amanda with deep, hard thrusts. 

His speed lessened a little, enough to allow him to enjoy the scene in front of his eyes. 

Amanda looked at him, knowing he was serious. 

Alexander Porter was always serious.

And he always got what he wanted.

Amanda’s hands slid up the bed to her stomach.  She thought about moving down but decided not to interfere with Alexander’s amazing abilities.  Her hands climbed up her body and she cupped her breasts.  She spread her fingers and moved along the bottom of her breasts before coming up and cupping her entire breast, letting her nipples touch the palms of her hands.

“Yes,” Alexander said, watching Amanda moving her hands with her breasts as he continued to offer himself to her.

Their sex poured into the room; their aura of passion and mix of sound and smell.  The intensity grew by the second.  Amanda’s body had lost complete control, the orgasmic rushes within were like a raging storm, leaving a constant source of heat and wetness for Alexander’s body to enjoy.

His eyes were wide and intent on her hands and face, switching every few seconds.

“Touch your hair,” he commanded.

Amanda listened, letting her breasts go.  She felt them gently bounce on her chest in rhythm with Alexander’s movements in her.

Amanda touched her hair, running her fingers up, spreading it along the bed.  She gently held her head, feeling her breasts pulling up, knowing that it was exactly what Alexander wanted to see as he climaxed.

She could feel his penis thickening and he started to become harder and faster again.  Her walls throbbed and thrust herself back at him, her body working before his eyes.

“Oh Mandy,” Alexander said.  “Yes…”

The word lingered and his breath crawled along her body as he started to release.  He came forward with a hard thrust, so hard that he lifted her body off the bed. 

Amanda felt the rush of him inside of her, the swarm of his own warmth mixing with hers.  She could only cry out as he continued to come, their bodies in a unique moment pleasuring each other and themselves.

When Alexander finally relaxed, his eased himself from Amanda and stepped from the bed.

She lay in state of pleasure and strange relaxation, almost like living the effects of a powerful drug.  Her heart still raced and her body still ached for more, but she felt satisfied. 

For the first time in her life, she felt sexually alive and well.

Turning her head, Amanda watched Alexander walking around the bed to the side.  He stood at the edge, his amazing body and penis before her.

He put his arms out and reached for Amanda, placing one arm under her head and the other under her legs.  He lifted her with ease and guided her up the bed, to the pillows, and rest her down with his left arm.  With her legs still up, Alexander pulled the sheets down and then climbed into the bed with her.  A simple flick of a switch on the nightstand turned off the main lights in the bedroom and turned on a small light on the nightstand.

Amanda had no idea what time it was, nor did she care.  If anything, she wanted time to stop and have this moment to live endlessly.

Alexander didn’t speak for a few minutes as he lay next to Amanda, one hand caressing her face, their eyes locked again.

“Amazing,” he whispered.

“Yes,” Amanda said.

“You’re opening for me,” Alexander said.

“I think I already did,” Amanda said and smiled.  She suddenly felt sexy, erotic, and in charge of her own body.

Alexander leaned in and kissed Amanda’s forehead.  Then he whispered, “You haven’t seen anything yet…”

With that, Alexander closed his eyes and Amanda soon followed.

A night with Alexander Porter… it had been everything Amanda had fantasized about and then some.

Amanda opened her eyes and it took a few seconds for her to realize where she lay. 

In Alexander Porter’s silk sheet bed…

She touched the sheets and then slowly pushed them down until her breasts became exposed. 

She was still naked.

Naked from last night.

Amanda rolled to her left and found she was alone.

The other half where Alexander had been was empty.  The pillow had a faint imprint telling Amanda he couldn’t have gone too far.  Then again, he was the billionaire with cars, limos, and private jets.  He could be going across the Atlantic Ocean right then.

The notion turned Amanda on again.  She touched his pillow and then slid across the bed to it.  She put her nose to the silk cover and inhaled, smelling him.  The deep smell of his cologne along with his powerful man smell overwhelmed her body.  After all that happened last night, Amanda couldn’t believe it when she felt the slight tickle between her legs as she grew moist again.

Her hand moved under Alexander’s pillow because she wanted to hold it and smell him.

Her fingers felt something and when she lifted the pillow she saw an envelope with her name on it.  She opened it, finding a handwritten note from Alexander Porter himself. 

Her first reaction was that it would be a letter of regret and that he left money on the kitchen for the night of pleasure.  Instead, it read something much different…

Dear sweet Mandy –

Business calls, as it always does.  Your skin and desire linger on me, even after a shower.  I can taste your lips when I taste mine.  You’re forever burned into my memory.

But I’m not done.

You’re mine, Mandy, and you know it.

I’ve cracked your shell, forced you to expose yourself.  And you’re not done yet.  You can feel it, and I can sense it.