A Taste of Pleasure (8 page)

“No need for us to sit here. Are you ready to go to our room?” she asked.

He nodded yes. He got up from his chair and slipped his arm around her waist as they headed to the private elevator. Approaching their room, he turned and pulled her face toward
him. Her eyes looked up into his as he kissed her with that mouth that she had been dreaming of for nearly a year. She closed her eyes as their soft lips met, her tongue touched his, and the jolt was electrifying.

Heated and blinded with passion, they entered the suite. He pulled her toward him, kissing her neck and sliding her dress down over her shoulder. He worked his way across to the other shoulder and slid her dress down, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She took a few steps toward the master bedroom with her come-hither look, but he grabbed her again and unfastened her bra, which joined her dress in the trail of clothing that was forming on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed her nipples and tugged at them with his teeth. Her smell again affected him as she felt a hardness growing in front of her legs, and she felt stirrings deep within her. She pulled away, luring him into the luxurious lair she had waiting for him. She felt giddy, as if it were their first time all over again.

As he followed her, he stripped off his tie, adding it to the trail that led to the bedroom. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as their kisses became deeper and wilder. He laid her down, kissing her hard as he slid her into the middle of the bed. His body brushed over hers, not pressing on her, not yet. Their magic was all in the foreplay, the wonderful foreplay—in person, not by way of a computer screen.

He paused to study her lying there waiting for him. Her body blending with the cream satin sheets, her hair spread like feathers on the satin.

“You are so gorgeous,” he whispered in his husky voice. “I've missed you so much.”

She could hear the pain of a loveless marriage in his voice and
she ached to hold him. He would be hers tonight and in her heart for the rest of her life. She watched him undress. She watched him with her pleading eyes, and when he took the last of his clothes off, she knew he would be hers once more. His maleness was unbelievably long, thick, and ready for mounting, which would take as long as he wanted it to. He slid on the bed and knelt beside her, his feet by her head, kissing her body with his warm lips. His mustache tickled her as it made trails down her body. She moved toward him but he pulled back. She would have to wait for him, as he waited for her.

His hands fondled her breasts, his lips kissing her neck and all the way down to her nipples, where he licked them to hardness and sucked on them till they were pointed and hard. He smiled down at her as he licked her, slowly moving lower on her body. He was almost where she wanted him to be and she squirmed and arched her back, urging him to speed up the process. He looked over at her and narrowed his eyes as he continued his way down.

The lower he went down on her, the closer his erection came to her face. She took her tongue and touched it. He moaned and moved over on top of her so she could access it fully. She wiggled between his legs so his sex hung over her face. She slowly slid her lips over his throbbing head as his fingers slid deep into the most intimate part of her, his thumb moving over her aroused button. He rubbed it as she moaned, moving her body and trying to help him. He ran his tongue teasingly over her sex, then sucked and nibbled. She swallowed his manhood, taking him deep into her throat, pulling him toward her, in and out. He moaned and nibbled at her thighs. She pulled back and teasingly nibbled at his thighs too.
Two can play at this game
, she thought. She licked and sucked all
around his manhood, teasing him with her teeth, teasing his head with her tongue, then taking him deep into her throat again and again.

He was rock hard now and the intensity was more than he could stand. He was pulsing to be inside of her. He eased around her and came up to kiss her neck again. He was ravenous now, and with such lust in his eyes that they burned all the way down to the lower part of her body. He pulled her toward him and she knew that soon she would be his again. His body pressed tightly against her and her juices flowed more than ever before, but he pulled away once more.

He sat on the side of the bed to put on his protection. The package was not cooperating with him and he forgot it as he watched her, waiting for her to move. She was at his mercy. He smiled, knowing it was when he decided to take her, and only then would he release her from her sexual torment. Only he could do that, but she knew she had increased his anxiety a bit more this time.

He massaged her legs as he worked his way up, opening them to see the glistening spot he had created. He knelt before her, teasing her button with his hardness, sliding it up and down. He slid inside of her just a little, then pulled away, pressing his head against her sex and watching her beg for more. Finally, he slid deep inside her. She gasped, but he didn't move. He stared devilishly as she moved her hips, trying to satisfy herself, but he did nothing to help her. She was almost in a fit.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, take me! Don't make me wait! We can play more games later, but right now I need you, Deacon.”

He smiled as he moved rhythmically inside her, slowly at first, then thrusting faster, forcing into the depths of her
body until both of them were moving together, moaning and breathless. He rolled over, still inside of her, pulling her on top of him. She mounted him, screaming his name, their hands intertwined as she rode him like a wild stallion, crashing into him over and over.

“Oh God, London! Oh, baby!” Deacon cried out. Through her own cries, she heard his voice and the sound of her name on his lips. It was magical. She felt his fire shooting inside of her and she came all around him. They climaxed together with such a force that it took the air right out of their lungs. She collapsed on top of him, her hair falling over his glistening body, and breathed a sigh of relief. She had never climaxed like that before and he held her close, wondering what happened. What was this carnal desire they had now? How could he ever let her go again?

They lay in bed touching each other, kissing and snuggling, feeling the effects of their ravenous lovemaking and knowing that more was due to come. They gazed at each other, both knowing what the other was thinking. He continued to kiss and hug her as they talked small talk. Their desire was mutual, and so close, yet so far away.

London reluctantly slid out of the bed and headed into the shower to rinse off. To her surprise, Deacon joined her and lovingly caressed her as he gently washed her clean for the next round. She savored this steamy moment, his hands touching every part of her body, gliding over her silky skin as the bubbles foamed. When he was through, she smiled and lathered up her hands with the fragrant body wash to return the favor.

She massaged his shoulders as she rubbed down his back, slowly working her way to his front. She kissed his neck as she cleansed his chest, running her fingers through his hair and pressing her fingertips into each muscle as she glided
slowly downward. She knelt before him, rubbing each leg up and down as he began to rise again, her eyes fixated on his, watching his yearning for her growing stronger with each gentle touch. She worked slowly up his thighs until she held his maleness in her hand. She stroked him gently at first, then tighter and quicker. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he groaned. She stopped abruptly, smirking with that come-hither look as they slowly stepped out of the shower and dried off. He followed closely behind.

They crawled back into the bed together and she snuggled deep into his arms, toying with his chest hair again. She never felt scared with Deacon in any way. She was so secure about her emotions with him. They had always been able to read each other's minds, but tonight, their souls were connecting more deeply than they ever had before. He rubbed her arms and nipples, which were already aroused again. Soon their mouths connected and they kissed deeply. He put his hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her.

He lifted her up and carried her to the dresser, placing her on the edge and opening her legs. He bent down and touched her tenderly with his lips, enjoying the pleasures she had waiting for him. She moaned softly at first, but soon she went wild as he quickened his pace. He took his masculinity and rubbed it against her, teasing her with it until she was begging for more. He entered her as she grabbed onto him, her arms around his neck and her wet silky walls holding him right where she wanted him. He took her slowly, deeply. He took his hardness back out and carried her to the bed, where he placed her legs on his shoulders and entered her again. She screamed at his talents, and his way of playing with her. She felt her insides building and soon the feeling was so powerful for her that she exploded into one orgasm after another,
like she never had before, as he emptied himself inside her. He kissed her again as he gently let her legs drop onto the bed. He collapsed on her, his heart beating right on top of hers. It was delightful.

After several more hours of lovemaking, they were famished. They dressed and went down to the hotel's restaurant.

“I am only going to be here one more day,” he said. “I would like to make dinner reservations for tomorrow night at Tom & Jerry's Steakhouse. They've been in business for years and they have the best steaks in the city. Or would you rather go someplace else?”

“That sounds like fun.”

“I can make reservations for seven-ish if that's okay?” he suggested.

“Tom & Jerry's sounds great, and you know I love steak. Maybe after dinner we could take one of the carriage rides through Central Park that Bruce was telling me about,” she asked, beaming and batting her lashes at him.

He smiled, enjoying a peek at London's rarely seen childlike nature. “That sounds perfect. Let's do it.”

Although they had the conference tomorrow, their night would be free and they agreed that they would spend it out of bed.

The next morning they had breakfast in the room and then made love before the meeting. The merger went smoothly and soon they were heading back to the suite for a quickie before dinner.

To London's surprise, Deacon had arranged for a limo to take them to dinner. They sipped champagne and the chauffeur took them for a spin around Broadway and Midtown before delivering them to Tom & Jerry's.

The rooms at the restaurant were medium-sized and each
different. They sat in the room with the fireplace, enjoying succulent filet mignon served with asparagus spears, hollandaise sauce, and red wine. For her dessert she chose chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge sauce drizzled over all. This was the best food she'd ever tasted. After dinner, the limo was still waiting outside to transport them to Central Park for the carriage ride. She snuggled deep into Deacon's arms, lost in the intoxicating romance of the evening. The ambience of the park and the skyscrapers that surrounded them was enchanting, and even if only for a short time, he was her prince and she was his royal princess.

When they returned to the hotel, they made love again. Each time was better than the last, and every time they were together was the best she'd ever had. Her orgasm was so intense, so emotional, that she cried a bit when they were through. He was so tender and loving, but soon he would be gone again. She knew deep in her heart that they would be together again someday, but she wished he could just stay. She tried unsuccessfully to muffle her cries and stifle her emotions. She wondered if his wife would ever find out about them, and part of her wished she would. Then maybe she could finally have him all to herself.

She knew her feelings for him would last a lifetime, and no matter what happened, she had her memories of him that would last forever. That weekend, the world seemed to stand still as two friends became true lovers. London was convinced that Deacon was her soul mate, and Deacon was overcome by the powerful feelings they had renewed together.

Deacon left for England the next morning. Bruce packed her things and chatted briefly with her. He seemed to sense her loss and brought her a single white rose to cheer her up. Her heart ached, but she smiled at his gesture and appreciated his
kindness. She tipped him generously and thanked him for all that he had done to make her stay so lavish and enjoyable. The valet brought her car around and she drove back to the château, her mind consumed by thoughts of Deacon. He was her most cherished lover. He always had been and always would be. She missed him already and she knew the cam sex simply wouldn't be enough anymore. She needed something to look forward to, something to take her mind off things.
A trip to England maybe
, she wondered as her smile returned. It was good to be home, even if she was alone. She settled in as her mind wandered, plotting her voyage overseas and hoping to see Deacon again very soon.

T
he Monday staff meeting felt especially long, in spite of the great report of a successful merger. She robotically made her presentation, sat down, and gazed out the window for the rest of the meeting, reflecting on La Fontaine and her weekend with Deacon. She daydreamed of crawling back into the warm bed beside him. She shook her head and redirected her thoughts to the tediousness of the meeting, as best she could.

She was relieved and famished when it was finally time for lunch. She tucked her laptop in its case, grabbed her purse, and hurried out. The sensation of cool, fresh air on her face brought her back to reality as she strutted down the main street looking for a bar and grill. She was in the mood to try something new today. The Rest Stop had intrigued her before and she decided to enter the dimly lit pub.

She selected a stool at a high-top table, perfect for displaying her sensuous, shapely legs and stylish stilettos. Her eyes swept the bar. Over in the opposite corner sitting in a booth alone was a man whose eyes were focused on her. He held up a goblet of wine and she nodded, holding up her glass of water.
Her heart skipped a beat as he signaled the waiter to bring her a glass of wine. She smiled and nodded at the stranger. She browsed the menu and ordered grilled shrimp. After several sips of wine, she slipped off her jacket, exposing her silvery blouse with the stand-up collar, a deep plunging button-down top that barely held her breasts in. Her cleavage was framed by a heart-shaped necklace with a diamond in the center, which glistened in the dark. His eyes were still fixated on her. She could feel his intense gaze and with it, she could almost feel his heated touch. Her moist lips lingered on the edge of the cold glass as she sipped her wine. She moved her legs back and forth, her muscles tightening to contain the desire that was already building between them.