Amira Read online

  The rain hadn't let up before they reached his hotel. Serena started to open her door, but he stopped her and rushed around to open it for her. He sheltered her again inside his coat and under the umbrella. They entered the hotel lobby and shook the rain off, and he said he needed to get her warmed up. Serena said she was fine, but he protested and said he didn’t want to see her getting sick. He ushered her quickly into the elevator, which for some reason stopped at every floor, whether people entered or not.

  Serena had to step closer to him as a plump woman with a baby stroller pushed her way in. She mumbled “Sorry” as she was pressed against him, but he said nothing, just slipped his arm around her and pulled her closer. Serena was sure that she must look a mess after running through the rain with him twice, but if she did, he didn’t seem to notice. He only kept her close to him, and the warmth of his body against her damp skin felt cozy and warm like coming home. Being near him felt comfortable and he didn’t feel like someone she had only just met an hour before.

  He opened the door to the suite and apologized for it not being the best, but his company was paying for it, so he took what they gave him. Serena didn’t see anything wrong with it and didn’t understand why he was apologizing because it looked more like a small apartment than a hotel room. It was very nicely furnished and had a distinctly masculine feel about it as if it had been decorated specifically for a man with discerning tastes. There was a lot of dark cherry wood, rich browns and burgundies, and all of the brass fixtures shined like gold. The furniture was all modern looking and not at all institutional or outdated like some hotels she had been in. She looked around at everything and thought to herself how she had never been in a place as nice as this.

  He said he was planning to only stay in and relax with some wine and good book that evening but was happy to have some company. Being in a new city and a new country was a bit lonely, and he still hadn’t met many people other than at the office, and he preferred to leave work at work. Serena agreed that was a good idea. He rustled through the shopping bags and took out the candle that he had bought.

  “Ambiance,” he announced with a bright smile and a wink.

  He said that he hoped she didn’t think it was feminine of him, but lighting a candle made it feel more like “home away from home”. He placed it on the side table and lit the wick, and he was right. The glow of the flame suddenly made everything seem cozier and cast a warm glow into the room. Serena hadn’t seen the label on the candle when he bought it, but she could see now that it read “Brown Sugar & Fig”, and it smelled delicious.

  She stood at the door, afraid to touch anything but also afraid to get everything wet. She carefully removed her shoes and placed them to the side, while he had tossed his wet coat and suit jacket carelessly on a chair like he was at home. He walked ahead to the small kitchen with an island bar and offered to put water on for tea. She thanked him but said the espresso drink that she had in the car was enough. He then walked into the bedroom and called out to her saying he was sorry that he didn't have much, but he would find something dry for her to change into.

  He returned a few moments later, carrying some folded clothes that looked like a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Serena loved wearing men's clothes that were oversized on her, so she said that would be fine. He saw that she was shivering, so he vigorously rubbed her arms and back to warm her. She wondered how he could feel so warm when she was so chilly and they had both just been in the same rain together. She wished he would pull her into his arms and wrap her in his warmth, and she looked up at him tentatively.

  “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” he said quickly, removing his hands and seeming to not respond at all to her eyes that were begging for his touch.

  Serena was sure from his tone that he meant for her to go to the bathroom and change, but he stayed in front of her. He reached out and began to undress her, lifting her wet t-shirt and peeling it off of her. She raised her arms, never taking her eyes off of his, and he pulled her shirt up and over her head then tossed it on the floor. She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her bare skin, but he gently pushed them away, and she let her hands fall to her side.

  His eyes danced around her face and wandered down onto her pale creamy skin, and her heart pounded in her chest like it would explode. He smiled a gentle and sweet smile and licked his lips as he gazed upon her. She quivered when she felt his hands touch her belly as he unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. They fit her like a second skin and hugged her curves, but being wet, they were practically glued to her. He slid them down and tugged them over her hips, carefully leaving her panties in place. He lowered her wet jeans to the floor and offered his hand to her for balance as she stepped out of them.

  He was still fully dressed while Serena stood mere inches from him wearing only tiny lace bikini panties and a sheer lace bra that stretched around her breasts and offered little support or modesty. He again slipped his arms around her and reached to unhook her bra. Other guys she had been with hadn’t yet mastered the technique, but he effortlessly released the hooks. One…two…three. The straps slipped off of her shoulders, and he gently removed it completely. It fell to the floor as she was faintly aware that she was being undressed by a stranger.

  Her breasts were now fully exposed, not that the flimsy fabric had given much modesty to begin with. His dark eyes entranced her, and she felt as if she could not breathe. Her heart raced, and she felt a rush of heat spread over her body followed by goosebumps erupting over her delicate ivory skin. Her nipples were again fully erect and tightened as they were exposed and lengthened as if magnetically drawn to him. They were like two rosy arrowhead tips in the center of her pale pink areolas, aimed toward her target.

  She could feel the moisture from her pussy soaking her panties. She felt the slick lubrication flow from her vagina, waiting for his penetration. As if he read her mind, he brought his hands to her voluptuous hips and slid her lace panties down, grazing his fingers against her cool skin and then gliding his hands fully over the curve of her shapely ass. Her panties fell to the floor with a whisper, and he drew her body closer to his, his intense dark eyes paralyzing her.

  He suddenly took a step back and said he would let her get dressed and he would put the things away that he had bought earlier. How could he strip me like that and leave me, Serena thought. She frowned and reached out and grabbed his silk tie, pulling him back to her. He looked surprised, but she pressed her naked body to his, and she could feel his impressive cock rock-hard against her. She let the curves of her body ease into his as she brought her hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him down to her.

  Her cool wet skin reacted to the heat of his body, and goose bumps erupted again over her shivering body. She felt her nipples pucker and tighten even more as they brushed against his shirt; it was crisp and white and had fine pinstripes. She could feel his breath on her face, and she pulled him closer, bringing his lips to hers. Their lips met softly as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt small and delicate in his arms as he pulled her closer still and kissed her more passionately. His kisses tingled down her spine and settled into the deepest part of her femininity where they glowed like burning embers.

  Serena broke free from his embrace and stepped away, taking his hand to guide him to the small living room to her right. They paused near the sofa, and he moved behind her and put his arms around her. He held her tightly for a moment, and she gasped as she felt his breath on her ear. She shivered, and he paused there as her body reacted to the sensation as he exhaled. He softly kissed the side of her neck, pushing her dark wet hair out of his way.

  As he moved from her neck to her shoulder, Serena could feel his hardness against her again, and he brought his hands to her full ripe breasts, scooping each one fully into his hands, and began to fondle and squeeze them gently and rhythmically. Her nipples swelled and ached to be touched, and just at that moment, he brushed his fingers against them, causing her to draw in a quick breat
h again.

  Serena closed her eyes and laid her head back on his shoulder as he massaged her breasts and pulled gently on her nipples. She raised her arms to give him better access to them and caressed the back of his neck, running her hands through his hair. She let him run his hands down her petite frame, tracing the curves of her hips, and finally one hand slipped down to her freshly waxed pussy. She felt one of his fingers push between the lips, and it felt ripe and juicy, like it just burst open with a warm wetness. She let out a quiet moan as he touched her swollen clit.

  He stayed that way, holding her from behind, caressing each of her breasts and teasing her nipples as he swirled his other fingers around her clit. He was a bit playful at first as he enjoyed the slick lubrication, gliding his fingers through it, but it was becoming more focused and intense, and it made her wetter to hear him breathing so heavily in her ear. She stood there wrapped in his arms and let him bring her closer to orgasm.

  “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered huskily into her ear.

  Feeling his breath on her sent waves of heat through her body, and his voice touched a place deep in her soul as he spoke. Serena couldn’t hold it in any longer, she had to cum. He sensed it and held her tighter in his arms and continued to slowly circle her clit and settled his other hand on one of her nipples and firmly pinched it. She relaxed into his arms and felt her pussy explode and flow over his fingers as she moaned into the emptiness of the room.

  He held Serena silently for a few moments, and when he relaxed his grip on her and set me free, she expected that he would guide her to the sofa. Instead she only heard a movement behind her, and she glanced behind her to see him going down on his knees. She wasn’t sure what he was doing and thought maybe he wanted to admire her heart-shaped bottom. He put his hands on her hips then she felt him begin to caress and squeeze the ripe flesh of her hips and buttocks, and finally he was slipping his fingers between her legs, dipping into the juices from her pussy.

  She felt one finger slide into her vagina as another fingertip reached up to her clit that was still throbbing from her first orgasm. She was still standing near the sofa, so she leaned against it for balance but also lifted one knee onto the side of the sofa. She bent forward slightly at the waist and pushed her ass out, making it easier for him to reach her pussy. She knew from his position he had a clear view, but she wanted that. She wanted him to look at her wet pink pussy, and she wanted him to desire her even more.

  He pulled his hand from between her legs, and Serena frowned in disappointment.

  Why is he stopping? she wondered.

  Then suddenly she felt a new sensation. He had brought his face to her pussy, and she felt his lips kissing and sucking the wet lips. She felt his hot breath on her as he buried his face in the warm stickiness. His tongue darted in and out, tasting and exploring all of her, and curled around her clit. One guy had done it to her before, but he didn’t really know what he was doing and slurped around like he was eating a melting ice cream cone and never hit the right spot, and she had lain only staring at the ceiling of his pickup truck until he had enough.

  He held her ass tightly and licked and sucked for several minutes, and it was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt. It was so delicate and precise, but at the same time not delicate at all and with intent. He thrust his wet tongue deep into her vagina as he stroked her throbbing clit. She felt a warm surge envelop her, and her pussy burst again, the ripe nectar flooding over his face, and he eagerly licked and sucked up the juices.

  Serena’s legs were beginning to tremble, so she turned and sat on the edge of the sofa. He moved to stand front of her, and she reached out and loosened his belt then lowered his zipper, brushing her hand against the rigid bulge in his pants. She stood up again and unknotted his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her hands shook slightly, and she wasn’t sure if her nerves were over-stimulated from the orgasms or if she was shaking from anticipation. She wanted this man like she had never wanted another. Before now she had only been with greedy, clumsy boys and never an elegant, sophisticated man. With every button that she opened, she placed a gentle kiss on his chest, unbuttoning and kissing all the way to his navel.

  She slipped his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor with his pants after a brief moment of fumbling with the French cuffs which she wasn’t familiar with. She had stripped him naked except for his tight microfiber briefs that stretched tightly across his prominent erection. She pulled him into her arms and held his body to hers for a few seconds, closing her eyes and deeply inhaling his scent. The feeling of his skin against hers caused ripples of electric heat to course through her body again. Her hands moved down to his waist, where her fingers found the elastic waistband. She slid his briefs down, sliding her hands over his firm, muscular ass and setting his hard cock finally free.

  Serena was impressed by the size of his manhood, and he smiled at her approval. She hoped that the expression on her face was one of sophisticated lust and not that of a giddy little girl who caught her first peek at an erection. She reached down and cradled his balls in her hand. They felt heavy and full of cum, and she noticed that they were shaved smooth. She had never felt shaved testicles before, but she liked the sensation and stroked and held them for a few moments.

  She wrapped her petite hand around the thickness of his cock then let it glide along the length of it. He smiled softly down at her as she explored and stroked him. His pre-cum streamed over the glans of his penis and lubricated his length in her hand. Still holding his cock and balls in her hands, she guided him gently to the sofa, and he sat back against the overstuffed cushions. She straddled his lap, but she ached to feel him inside her.

  Their eyes burned with desire as they sat and admired each other’s naked bodies for a moment. He caressed her cheek and hair, and she snuggled like a kitten into the warm palm of his hand. She felt like a delicate china doll in his hands, but her thoughts were anything but angelic as she leaned forward to kiss him, pressing her breasts to his chest. The sensation of the dark thatch of his chest hair brushing against her nipples sent shivery tingles through her body, and the muscles deep in her vagina quivered. He swept her into his arms and kissed her softly, his lips nibbling hers.

  She moaned as his tongue met hers. The sweet saltiness of her pussy lingered faintly on the scruff of his face, mingling with the taste of his kisses. His hands slid down her back, spreading his fingers as he grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to him. The lips of her wet pussy opened and glided against the hardness of his cock, and she felt an electric shock as the head touched her clit.

  She lifted her body slightly and moaned as he slid inside her. Their bodies moved together like they were old lovers and not two strangers who had just met that afternoon. It was smooth and comfortable as he thrust into her and she moved against him. Her breasts rose and fell against him as she rocked, and between kisses he would catch her nipple between his lips and suck it. She continued that way until she was breathless and their bodies were slick with sweat. Their breaths were in perfect rhythm, and they spoke no words, only communicated through the delicious sounds of lust spoken through their kisses and moans.

  Her hips ground against him, taking him deep inside her over and over again until she could feel that he was ready to fill her with his hot cum. Feeling him swell inside her, her pussy tightened as she rode him, sucking and milking him until he groaned and she felt his cock explode inside her like hot magma. Her body shook and burned with waves of pleasure, and she cried out as they came together. It seemed like an endless fountain of heat exploding inside her, and he kissed away the tear that rolled down her cheek.

  He held her tightly as their orgasms subsided and their breathing had slowed in sync together to a normal rhythm. They rested together on the sofa, and he smiled blissfully and kissed her gently on her forehead as he held her. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as she relaxed.

  Chapter 5

  They must have dozed in and out a
little as they lay together because Serena opened her eyes to see that it was getting dark. She pulled herself carefully from his embrace and quietly wandered through the candle glow to the bedroom and fumbled for the light switch. The room was illuminated warmly and decorated in the same elegant, masculine tone as the rest of the suite. She entered the marble bathroom and showered quickly, hoping the noise would not disturb him. Her body hummed inside, still thrilled from everything that just happened that afternoon.

  She left the bathroom in a plush white robe; she felt like a fuzzy polar bear. She peeked at him still resting on the sofa and saw he was holding a throw pillow in one arm and had pulled a chenille blanket over himself. How sweet, she thought. She found the clothes which had brought for her earlier and slipped them on. She padded to the kitchen and quietly opened the fridge to see if he had done any grocery shopping. She had expected it to be sparse and empty as a bachelor’s refrigerator usually is with only some random condiments and beer, but she was surprised to see that he seemed to be an efficient shopper and had bought enough for several meals.

  She hummed quietly as she sorted through the fridge to see what was there. She pulled out some fresh fruit that she thought she would cut up for a snack when he woke. She had her hands full with a few things when she heard his voice behind her.

  “Making yourself at home, I see,” he said.