Caught Inside (12 page)

The strength of his body on top of me
felt safe and secure. This is a feeling I had never gotten from
another man before. As we broke our kiss slowly with soft nips and
kisses to each other's lips and face, I felt an elation build in
me. A pivotal moment, that told me that nothing else mattered than
us, now, being here together.

I felt my heart squeeze with the love
I felt for this man that I did not know I missed so much. I heard
my voice moan softly as his hand gently stroked the skin on my
face, and his eyes went searching in mine to read me, to see if I
felt the same way he was feeling. I could tell we had been lying to
each other with our coy game of, I don't need it. It was evident in
the way we ferociously desired each other at this moment. I finally
found the voice to speak in a whisper.

"You're here. Trey you're actually
here, for me. I can't believe you came."

"You ok? That I came? I didn't see any
other choice." His voice held resistance as if maybe the passion
was a temporary thing, and he was worried that I might actually be
mad.

"No. I mean yes. It's ok that you're
here. But better..." I took a deep breath while looking up into his
beautiful green eyes, admiring his new cut with some added dark
color to make him seem every bit the perfect looking businessman
that I need, but more so, desired. "I wanted to tell you sorry in
person. You don't know how much this means to me that you are
here."

"I'm glad to hear that." Then I
watched his mouth lower back down to mine as his slow progressive
kiss teased me with his tongue. The weight of his body felt divine
as if I had a security net that was keeping me from falling. I
wanted so badly to do what I had always done, take control. Flip
him over to his backside so that I can look down into his face, his
beautiful green eyes, his sexy smile, his attractive new haircut
and watch the expression come over his face as I bring him to the
brink. I wanted so badly to do that, but something deep inside me,
told me to let him lead the moment. We had plenty of time before I
had to be at our first meeting, and I was not going to be sated at
once.

Just as quickly as he had me wound up
thinking about our upcoming moments of sexual satisfaction, with my
body humming like a string quartet, and the warmth between my legs
was my own excitement of moisture just waiting, wanting, in plain
dire need of him being inside me, he stopped and stood
up.

He stood there looking just as
sexually frazzled as I felt. We had worked ourselves up, and he
stopped. For what?

"Jen? I didn't come here to seduce
you. I understand you have rules and guidelines with your escorts.
However, this week, I want to be more. I want to be your real
boyfriend. I can play the escort, but I can tell we both plan on
crossing those professional lines you like to draw. I came
prepared. I guess what I'm saying is, you hold the key that starts
the engine and stops it."

I sat up on my elbows, while still
laying back in bed, examining at how incredibly sexy he looked at
that moment. His suit was a bit disheveled; nothing a good steamer
could take care of. His eyes roamed my body with need, and I could
tell the strain in his pants did not want to end this. And neither
did I.

"Take off your clothes Trey." It came
out as a sexual demand. I had to rein in the part of me that just
wanted to take control.

I lowered my voice and whispered.
"Show me that incredibly sexy body of yours and that friend you
have between your legs that is praying I won't say no. Then undress
me with your hands slowly. Kiss me everywhere. Make me crumple into
a wet heated mess into your arms tonight."

I guess he took my controlling
suggestion quite well, because his clothes were off and tossed
randomly to the corner chair in the room, not far from the bed.
Then he put a hand out and pulled me up to him. He kissed me
slowly, while his hands caressed areas of my body as he took my
zipper in the back of my dress and lowered it. He pulled away from
the kiss, turned me around so my back was to him, lowered my dress
to the ground and helped me to step to the side of it. I heard the
sound of fabric land somewhere behind us; I could only imagine it
was my silk dress being tossed over to the chair with his clothes.
That image brought a huge smile to my face.

I felt his hand brush my hair aside
and hold it as he began kissing the side of my neck. I heard a
whisper into my ear. Something about 'so gorgeous' then a 'so
sexy'. It lifted my heart to know I was his heated attraction
tonight. That his desire for me was coming out in ways only an
accomplished man knew how. His kisses moved toward the back of my
neck then I felt the release of my hair as his kisses began to
trail down my back. I felt the release of my dark-blue bra as it
loosened around my breasts. Breasts that were firm with excitement.
Just the release of material that was holding them brought a
shutter of a moan from my lips. If I did not know better, he was
going to make me come without even going down there yet.

I wanted to turn around and take
control. However, I knew that could ruin the moment of him being
the one to control of what was to happen next. I knew he liked
control as much as I did, and I knew letting him be the one in
charged only contributed to me showing my desire for him. A strong
desire to make this all work out. Right now, either I was fooling
myself with passion or letting my true feelings show through,
neither mattered. What mattered was the moment and losing myself to
it.

I felt the soft sensual way his hands
were exploring my body from behind. The soft gentle glide of his
hand as it caressed down the side of my waist. The way his fingers
slid under the band of my dark-blue lace underwear and rubbed
gently back and forth under the band then dived in, to slide my
underwear all the way down until they were on the floor. Then his
lips started at the back of my calves as sweet gently wet brushes
of imagination. I thought it and said it at the same time. "Have
mercy on me."

A light chuckle of deep manly laughter
filled the room as I said it then I heard his voice from behind
between his kisses. "Not tonight darling. Tonight you're mine. I'm
taking my time."

That comment. That thought. It sent
shivers to my wet dripping core, and I felt myself tighten and
flinch with what could easily have been considered a mini orgasm.
I'm sure it was more of a kegel type reaction to what was going to
happen yet I could feel my body tense in places that wanted to
explode with fireworks.

With my four inch black heels still
on, I felt his hands wandering up between my legs and slowly guide
my feet apart a few inches. I felt myself standing there,
completely naked not only in the physical sense but the mental
sense as well. I had always been in charge, in the bedroom and out.
However, right now and maybe after, I would let this man take
charge... sometimes. I laughed internally to myself and smiled wide
as his fingers finally reached the top of the inside of my
thighs.

"You're so wet already." He
practically growled with accomplishment.

No shit, I wanted to scream, instead I
moaned in agreement to what he was doing. He was kissing the curve
of my ass with his lips, dipping his fingers into my wet folds. His
lips began moving upwards to the lower of my back, then moved
quickly to my shoulder. A hand came around and cusped my breast.
His fingers toyed with my nipple as he let his tongue ever so
lightly lick the side of my neck. Then he pulled me into the space
of his body, letting our naked skin lay against each other. My back
to his front. His hard cock settled at the top of my ass; his
fingers were now in front, dipping into my wet folds again, but not
affording me the pleasure of sticking themselves deep inside of me.
Which I wanted. Badly. I wanted to beg for it. However, I found my
control and would wait for him to do as he pleased.

Why? I asked myself. Why was I willing
to let this man take total control over this sexual situation? Was
it because I felt so bad for turning him away in the shower? Was it
that I knew, deep down, he had the power to bring me to my knees,
both physically and mentally as well? Asking myself why, slowly
disappeared as he whispered against my ear.

"I want you Jennifer. First, I am
going to make you cum in my hand, and then I am going to taste you
until you beg me to stop. Then I am going to bend you over this
bed, putting your sweet round ass in the air, and I am going to
slide in you with the wetness you will provide. I'm going to fuck
you, and as soon as I'm done, I am going to wash you up in the
shower, clean your..."

His voice faded off as his fingers
dipped inside me. Maybe he was still talking, but I had lost mental
control to my impulses. I pushed hard back against him, wiggling my
ass against his hard cock, letting my hands reach back and touch
any naked skin he would afford me, moaning so loud I knew someone
walking the hall could easily speculate as to what we were doing. I
wanted to speak, yet the control in me knew he had to do this. He
had put thought into what he wanted to do to me, while waiting on
me to return from eating with my employees. If I had known he was
up here waiting, I would have worked myself into my own mental
dialogue of frenzy. Instead, I was going to let him be in control
of this fantasy, and this was hard for me. I knew I might freak out
any moment and try to take control, if not now, possibly later. For
now, I just wanted to let my body react to this man and what he was
doing to me, let the rest of the world be damned.

His deep growl filled my ear as his
fingers slid in and out of me, letting the palm of his hand brush
my swollen clitoris, his other hand cupping my breast as his mouth
kissed and licked at my neck, that sensual spot right below my ear
that drove me wild, he knew it without me begging for it. I could
feel my body grow weak with resolve; I was going to cum in his hand
with just a few more strokes. I could feel it. The pleasure he gave
my body. I felt it with inhibition as I let my hand reach up and
hold his head in place against my neck, and my legs clamped around
his hand and my body shook with quick quivering bouts of desire.
"Oh God!" I yelled out, filling the room with my pleasurable gasp
of joy.

He held me close to him for a second.
I could feel the twitch of his cock behind me. I would normally
command him to fuck me while I bent over with my ass in the air and
looked back at him with desire. However, this was his night, his
ball game; he was to call all the shots.

His heavy breathing told me he wanted
to do what I had just wanted to command, but for some reason, he
was going to hold off sticking his hard cock in my wetness. For
some reason, he wanted to make me cum again with his mouth. He
seemed to have an internal fantasy of what he wanted to do to me,
and I was going to let him finish it. Even if it killed
me.

With my body still humming and
dripping wet, he led me to the bed and guided me to lie on my back.
I felt my arms go up above my head and lay against the bed, as I
let out a soft purr of appreciation. He was glorious to look at.
His muscles appeared pumped from his exertion; his smile told me he
was going to enjoy himself. His eyes lit up as I slowly spread my
legs, showing him the freshly waxed portrait he only felt with his
hands. Although it was only the other night that he so devilishly
devoured me down there as well.

Then I had to speak up. I could not
remain entirely submissive. With my legs open, my canvas exposed,
my breasts perky with excitement and a fat cat smile on my face, I
teased. "This doesn't have to be about pleasuring me. You look like
you could burst. Let's just jump straight to the home
run?"

He shook his head no as he took a step
forward, let his hands guide my legs further apart and bent at the
knee. He lowered his face down as he pushed my bent legs back to
spread me open wider. The first lash of his tongue, I moaned with
intense pleasure. His tongue was strong, his mouth hot, and he had
a way of doing things to me down there that made my hands that were
above my head, slap down to the bed sheet, and grasp hold for dear
life.

My heavy breathing and moaning only
encouraged him on. He had a competitive nature about him that I
could truly admire. He knew I was close, so very close with my
heavy moans and pleas, my wiggling, and then it hit me so fast, I
could do only one thing. I let go of the bed sheet I had been
grasping for dear life; I grabbed his head with both hands and
slammed it into to my body as I raised and spread myself. I felt
him latch on and suck hard as I shivered and quickened through
quick electric pulses my body was producing.

Moments later, a whisper of air passed
down there, and I opened my eyes in time to see him triumphantly
slide his hard cock in me with eyes darkened and wide; his chest
puffed, and his muscular body started to position itself over my
body. Then I watched the pleasure I gave him as he slid into me
slowly, tight with my second orgasm, still pulsing with pleasure.
He slid in slow and moaned. Then my hands went up to his arms and
stroked his muscles. I looked into his eyes as he slid in and out
slowly. I wrapped my legs around his back and lifted my hips up
just so, enough so that he could glide against my swollen clit and
lead me to that third round of overtime. I knew I was going to cum
again. This time it would be while his cock was sliding in and out
of me. This time it was more than just him bringing me pleasure; it
was about us being together as lovers. How it just felt so very
right.