Sin and Desire (42 page)

I could feel my walls constricting with each kiss as he neared the edge of my dress. His head went under as he proceeded to find my spot. My panties slid to the side as I gripped the ropes that bound me to the bed. I could feel myself entering into the dark world he had created for me.

Monroe found my button with his tongue. Pleasure crept up with such deliberate force, much like a glacier moving slowly through the ocean. Nothing could stop him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

His tongue slid inside, bringing a world of such intense pleasure with it. My hands, gripping tighter, felt the pull and burn of the rope around my wrists. God what I wouldn’t do to be able to grab his head and push him deeper between my legs.

I felt his hard cock against my leg as he slid up and down licking me. Sensations of lust and love filled my fingertips and exploded like fireworks down my arms and into my chest. My heart wouldn’t slow down. Adrenaline pumping, I pulled at the bindings with every motion he made with his tongue. He knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it.

His finger slid inside, one… followed by another. He played his game, taunting me into his lustful affair as he curled the tip just inside.

My mouth opened to scream as the pain and pleasure mixed into a swirling dark pot of emotion as he grabbed my breast with one hand and pulled my clit into his mouth. His tongue twitched and flicked in circles, pulling and nibbling at the very thing that made my body convulse with every touch.

Finally able to take a breath, I did, as he withdrew his mouth. I felt as if I hadn’t had one in ages.

His hands went to my dress. One on each side. He pulled – his perfectly toned muscles bulged with the force as he tore it down the center. My breasts and pussy were exposed for him. They were his.

I felt his mouth slide up my chest to mine. His cologne filled the air, mixing with the smell of sex and desire. Emotions and memories bubbled within me. He had always been there for me, but I was simply too stupid to notice… and yet he still was there.

Monroe’s thick cock slid up my chest as he straddled me. I felt my breasts press together as he firmly grabbed each one and slid his cock between. Moans echoed throughout the large room as I watched him tilt his head back in pure ecstasy.

My pussy wet, I felt him withdraw his cock and slide it down between my legs, leaving a trail of pre-cum the whole way. His cock flicked up and down, tensing in excitement. My eyes caught his. A devilish grin spread across his face as he placed his body over mine.

His skin touched and pressed against me. Two bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Then penetration. He pushed himself inside.

The glacial movement from earlier turned into a fiery inferno as he started to move faster and faster. Each thrust brought a new level of pleasure as I laid there with my body spread wide open for him to use. Pumping against my body, I felt the carnal desire he felt. He needed me, and I needed him. We were at one with each other. A synchronized force to be reckoned with.

Sounds of the bed slamming against the wall intensified as he hammered into me with his thick cock spreading my lips wide with each powerful push.

His hands gripped the front of the bed as his mouth pulled on my neck. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My walls clenched tight onto his cock and held him firmly deep within me. If there was ever a way to hold a man, this way the way.

He slowed his thrusting as I felt myself cum on his cock. I reached the pinnacle of the mountain. Groans of pleasure filled my ears as the world spun around me. His hand grabbed onto my neck and squeezed. The pain spiked the intensity to a level I had never experienced. Had I really been missing out this entire time?

Monroe smiled as he quickened his hips once again. His hand clenched tighter around my neck with his other hand holding the back of my head. Breathing heavily in my ear, I knew he was enjoying himself.

His shaft tensed once, twice, then finally exploded inside me. Pumping his hot cum inside, I could feel his entire body turn to rock in moments. Grunting with each slow thrust, he kept going till every drop was inside.

“Oh Jess… how you turn me on,” he whispered into my ear as he rolled to my side.

The stinging sensation in my wrists returned as I felt him unbind my hands then feet. It quickly disappeared as my sex high took over.

My words jumbled around in my head as my mouth opened to speak, “I… I… Wow, I’m sex stoned,” I barely managed to say as I rolled over and cupped the back of his head and pulled him towards me.

Monroe smiled as he turned his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. “Welcome to my world. Please stay with me here. We’ll figure something out.”

I watched him dress himself as he pulled his cock back inside his pants and button up his shirt, then finally wrap his jacket around himself.

“I’ll think about it,” I said in a foggy haze.

Without a doubt in my mind, I knew I wanted to stay. I just didn’t know if it was possible. Wouldn’t his bitch wife and mother-in-law have something to say? What if this affair caused a divorce and left him with nothing?

My mind suddenly clearing, a single question popped into my mind, “Why did the media say you were a swinger if you were always waiting and taking care of me?”

Monroe looked at me, “That’s just the media. I do bring women home with me from time to time, but it’s only to confuse them, my mother-in-law and my wife into thinking I’m a swinger. If they think I’m a swinger, then they will think no feelings are involved. I’ve always known who you were, and always tried to fill in the hole that was left when you said no. Finally I realized I had waited long enough and reached out to you. I’m glad you came.”

I could only imagine what my expression was at that time as I replied, “Me too. We’ll figure something out.”

Monroe nodded and opened the door to leave.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said with a devilish grin.

Amber – Part I

Another day of studying. It is raining outside and I am in the same coffee shop that I sit in almost every night, working on another paper for another class that makes me feel like a cog in a machine. But nevertheless, I had to finish my Master’s degree to get the promotion I wanted.

What I wouldn’t give for a little excitement…

I take a moment to stop and stretch. I also notice the lack of noise in the café. I look around and I see that the room is pretty much empty. There is a young woman with some incredible tattoos, reading a magazine behind the register. I bet she and I would get along.

Across the room, a man sits quietly with a MacBook and briefcase. He looks to be in his early forties, with dark eyes and dark brown hair with a little bit of silver coming through on the side. Somehow, the silver suits him well. I’m seriously jealous of how men age so gracefully. His face has soft but masculine angles and is completely smooth, not even a hint of five o’clock shadow, and he is wearing black slacks and gray button up shirt with the top two buttons undone.

I probably wouldn’t have realized that I was staring at this guy, but for him raising his eyes and looking at me, meeting my gaze from across the room. I quickly look back down at my laptop and start typing away, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

I sit there, staring hard at my laptop and typing away at my paper, but I am not really doing anything. I am just thinking about the curve of the stranger’s jaw, the clean cut of his hair, and that momentary eye contact. I risk another glance at the man only to see him looking at me. I see his face break into a grin before I cuss at myself and look back down at my work. I can feel myself getting hot and moist so I quickly cross my legs, as if the stranger might notice my excitement.

I can hear the blood pumping in my ears and the warmth in my entire body; I want to fan myself, but I am afraid to move and embarrass myself. I think to myself that I wish he would just leave, but immediately after I think it, I feel myself hoping he won’t. I imagine myself touching the smoothness of his cheek when I hear a voice that makes me jump and hit the table in front of me.

“May I join you?” the stranger asks.

I look up and he is staring down at me, holding two cups and a pot of coffee. I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed he had moved.

He clears his throat and makes me realize I am just sort of looking at him with my mouth open. Damn, I am acting like a giddy teenager.

“Uh…” I clear my throat. “Um, yeah, sure.”

The stranger sits down and pours two cups of coffee, without asking if I wanted any. I feel like I should be indignant for his presumption, until I remember my cold, half cup of coffee sitting in front of me.
Smooth, Amber
, I think to myself.

“My name’s Matthew,” he says. He has a nice, friendly smile, but his eyes are fierce and piercing. This is a man who commands respect and attention. I wonder how long he had been there before I noticed him, and why it took me so long.

“I’m Amber,” I say with what I hope is a smooth recovery. “Do you come here often?”

He smiles with what appears to be approval. “No, no, I don’t usually come this close to the university. It’s too loud to work.”

“Oh yeah, it does get pretty loud. What type of work do you do?” I ask, while trying not to stare at the smoothness of his chest revealed through his unbuttoned shirt.

“I’m an investment banker. Nothing interesting, really, but it pays well and I have always enjoyed the status of success.” He says this while sipping his coffee and looking at me intently for a reaction.

I feel like I should be offended or irritated at his blatant statement of success and implication of wealth, but instead I feel a sense of appreciation at his honestly and relief that he isn’t just some sophomore punk who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.

“Do you enjoy your job?” I feel like I should keep him talking because I don’t want him to leave.

“Actually, I love my job. My office is great, I’m good at what I do, and I can enjoy the peace and quiet of working from home whenever I want.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “Although, meeting you makes me feel like I should come down here to work a little more often. How about you tell me what you do?”

I blush a little, but answer quickly enough to distract myself. “I’m a part-time student, going for my Master’s degree in HR.”

“What do you plan to do with it?” he asks with apparent interest.

“I’m hoping for a promotion at work, honestly.” I glance up at Matthew; he is watching me with polite interest. I decide to switch things up a bit. “Why did you come over to talk to me?” I ask abruptly.

I expect him to be taken aback, perhaps even get annoyed or embarrassed, but without missing a beat, he says, “Because you’re beautiful. If that’s too forward, I apologize, but you asked and I answered.”

This time, I blush from head to toe. I start to respond, but when I open my mouth, no words come out. I just stare at my coffee. Matthew just sits there, patiently waiting.

The waitress walks up to the table. “Hey guys, sorry to do this, but we are closing up.”

“Of course,” Matthew says. He leaves some money on the table and stands up. He looks at me and asks, “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll walk you to your car?”

“Sure,” I say, packing up my laptop and notes. I follow Matthew to his table where he packs up his stuff. We walk out the door together.

“Where are you parked?” Matthew asks me.

“Oh, well, I actually live in the apartments behind the café. I like to study here; my apartment can be too quiet sometimes.”

“Maybe I should come to the café more often. You were a delight to talk to, Amber.” He takes out his wallet and pulls out a business card with his name and information on it. He hands it to me. “Here’s my number. I’d love it if you gave me a call sometime.”

I look down at the card but I am not really reading it. Matthew is close enough that I can smell his cologne and the smell of his skin. I am so turned on, I can feel my panties getting damp. He turns to walk away.

“Wait,” I say, my voice a little rough from nerves. “Would you like to come with me to my apartment?”

Matthew turns and looks at me. He meets my eyes; then slowly, deliberately, he slowly moves his eyes down my body, taking in every curve of my body. He takes a deep a breath and sighs heavily. He takes two steps towards me, putting his body within inches of mine. He is about six inches taller than me and he leans down to my ear so that I can feel his warm breath on my neck. “Amber,” he whispers, “I don’t think I have enough self-control to resist you.”

He hesitates for just a moment, sighs again, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and turns very quickly to walk away. My nipples harden in response to that little show, I have goose bumps all over my body, and I can feel my moist pussy now swelling with excitement and desire. I realize he is walking away and I start to panic.

I look at him and as he turns slightly to walk around his car, and I can see that his pants are bulging so much that I can see the outline of his dick going up to his belt line. He isn’t looking back at me and I know that the whole situation must have ruined his cool, powerful demeanor. I can’t believe I was able to affect a man like that.