DC Affairs (12 page)

I
f two people were made for one another then Russell and I were pretty damn close to perfection. I certainly wasn’t talking about love but pure sexual chemistry.

I would have been lying if I hadn’t thought a man as clever as he outside of the sack would be a dud when I got him naked but my sex life—or lack thereof—called for desperate measures to be taken. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years and I must have been revirginized by this point in my life. If I didn’t get any bone in my body soon, I would shrivel up and waste the best years of my twenties an asexual bitter woman.

I had to admit he was the perfect gentleman until we reached our suite. My heart thudded in my chest as we held hands. Once he slid the keycard in the slot and opened the door, I stepped inside with trepidation. The sex wouldn’t be too bad just as long as he wasn’t a jack-rabbit lover.

Please God, let him know where my clit is,
I silently prayed.

Russell grabbed my upper right arm and spun me around to face him as soon as the door closed. His arms pulled me by the waist to him and once our lips met, it was sexy and erotic. I needed this so badly, the taste of his lips and tongue invaded my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I couldn’t believe this was the same mild-mannered guy I worked with every day. Hell, I’d come on to him in L.A. and he almost made me feel like I was a cheap floozy but not now. I felt empowered and in the arms of the ultimate alpha male. How the hell did this happen when I doubted his sexuality days previously to this encounter?

Russell broke off our kiss and stared deeply into my eyes, his completely blue with only the faintest hint of green. “Are you sure you want to do this? The last thing I want to do is pressure you into a situation you’re not ready for.”

“Yeah, I want to do this, sweetie. I haven’t…it’s been a long time and I’m tired of waiting. I think you’re a really great guy and if this changes everything then so be it. I need a change in my life—hell, I welcome it. I have to stop living in the past.”

He nodded his head before he slowly led me toward the bed. I couldn’t help as my mouth sought his out again and when our lips met, the whole room seemed to spin and I felt primal and sexy. What the hell was this man doing to me?

We slowly fell onto the bed together but he was a gentleman and allowed me to roll us over until I was on top of him. I wondered if he would let me take the lead all night and then I realized this wasn’t something I had to think too hard about. I needed to let everything happen and let the chips fall where they may.

Russell was a delicious force of nature as he slowly inched the spaghetti straps from my shoulders and down my arms. Soon, my breasts were exposed to him and I watched as he sat up and caressed the flesh around my ribcage softly before gentle fingers worked their way up higher. His fingers teased my nipples and pinched them between his forefingers and thumbs. I arched my back as his mouth replaced talented fingers.

My hands tangled in his silky golden hair. “Whoa, that feels so amazing.”

“I aim to please,” he teased before his mouth tackled my other nipple and I pressed my body as close to him as I could get.

This was beyond my wildest dreams and I knew he felt similar as the hardness I sat on began to grow. It turned out having sex was like riding a bike, I knew where to touch and caress my lover to turn him on.

Russell made it easy as he slowly slid my dress off my body and left only a black pair of La Perla lace panties. I felt completely exposed but he was still fully clothed. Somehow this didn’t seem fair at all.

I rolled us over again and now he was on top of me but it made it much easier for me to unbutton his dress shirt. He stared down at me, his eyes lust filled and drinking in me as I peeled off his shirt. Who knew hidden beneath his conservative clothes lay the treasure of a firm chest, washboard abs and a gorgeous torso with that sexy line of body hair from his belly button to delights below his pants?

It didn’t take much for me to be tickled pink but the deep blush suffused on my face gave me room for pause. I wanted to drink in the sight of his beautiful body as my hands explored his exposed skin.

He smiled as my fingers reached the button and undid his pants before I slowly dragged the zipper downward and reached inside for his cock. It jerked in the palm of my hand before I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed gently, careful not to apply too much pressure. His breath came out in ragged exhalations, and while my eyes watched his hard dick, I ran my hand up and down the shaft.

“I was wrong about you,” he whispered. “You’re not shy at all and I like that. There’s nothing more exciting than a woman who isn’t afraid of her own sexuality.”

“You have no idea.” I dragged his pants down past his hips before he took over, rolled onto his back and slid his pants off.

I crawled on top of Russell again as he shed his shirt and he grabbed me by the back of the neck before he brought me closer for a soul-destroying kiss. Our mouths fused together, all soft lips and insistent tongues swirling around one another in heated desire. We were literally on the verge of combusting together and being bad had never felt so good.

My mind felt like we’d been transported into a Lana Del Rey song about gods and monsters, lazy intoxicated days and summertime sadness. My body lay on a funeral pyre of my own making and my lover was the perfect person to explore every fantasy I’d ever had. I’d deeply underestimated how wildly out of control my crush on Russell had become and it had never felt so wonderful to be proven wrong.

We stopped kissing reluctantly as I allowed my mouth to leave his, forging a trail of passion down his chin and neck. I tasted his flesh with my tongue and he smelled like a delectable morsel meant for consuming completely. My hands helped with a wild exploration of firm flesh while I teased his erogenous zones, the ones that led me straight to his hard cock.

I licked the tip of his mushroom head, tasting pre-cum and desire as he moaned out loud.

“Babe, you don’t have to do that,” he said in a voice that dripped pleasure and ached satisfaction.

“Oh but I do,” I purred, my mouth closing in on the head of his cock. We hadn’t finished dinner but I certainly was getting my money’s worth now. My tongue licked the underside of his hard length as I inched more of him into my mouth.

This is what it felt like to have good sex, I thought. There was the tease and intense desire to satisfy my partner before he did anything remotely pleasing to me beneath the waist. The taste and the texture of his gorgeous cock, which I slowly allowed more of into my mouth. The anticipation of us joined together, metamorphosing into an ache, which burned brightly. Good things came to those who waited and I could be a very patient woman.

Russell moaned again when my mouth reached the base of his dick and I remembered why I loved giving head to someone who I completely enjoyed sharing my body with. Love didn’t exist between the two of us but lust did and it could be infinitely better than the best insta-love ever in existence.

There was no part of his body I wanted to leave unexplored yet as I took my time to turn him on, I knew he’d slowly lost the battle to keep his cool resolve. It crumbled around me as he touched my shoulders and lost himself in the moment. I wanted him to come yet I didn’t but a man could only take so much.

I found where his limit was when he grabbed me and I found myself on my back, my legs only partly spread.

“My turn,” he murmured as he slid my panties down my legs.

My eyes never left his own as his tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked my clit. The feeling tore through my body and my legs fell completely open without an ounce of shame as he slid two fingers inside of me in search of the mighty G-spot.

I felt the heat in my belly, lost to my own desire and want, I breathed hard as his mouth surrounded my nub, licking, biting, and tasting my need to be satisfied. His fingers worked in and out of me, caressing hello and good bye to the spot that held all the answers to a woman’s heart or perhaps maybe the ultimate pleasure zone—I couldn’t possibly decide which one.

Russell’s eyes were gorgeous, intoxicating and crushing me into submission I didn’t possibly want to surrender but happened, as I was swept away to Never land with an orgasm so intense, I mewled out my pleasure.

He approached me with the quiet stealth of a predator successfully stalking its prey. “Was it good for you?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Good. Now, let’s really get down to business before we both explode. I need to be inside of you.”

“I want you to be inside of me.”

He reached over onto the bedside bureau and opened the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms. I grabbed it from his fingers as soon as he’d taken one out and placed it between my teeth. After he’d tossed the box on the bureau again, he removed the condom wrapper from my teeth, tore it open and tossed the wrapper next to the box.

I watched with heavy lidded fascination as he rolled it over the head of his cock and down the shaft before spreading my legs again. I couldn’t be any more ready for what was about to happen between us. I needed him like I needed the sun and wind, the rain and clouds. I wanted him to help me forget about my silly infatuation with Peter, and aid me in getting excited about someone else—him in particular.

Russell’s eyes held a shred of something—regret perhaps?—and I couldn’t reason or wish it away.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I held his face in my hands and studied those beautiful blue-green orbs.

“It’s not too late to back out now. I don’t want you to do something you’d regret.”

I shook my head, my lips kissing his own deeply, passionately. “I wouldn’t have come this far if I
didn’t
want to do this with you.”

“I know but…it would break me if you felt like I’d forced you to do this. I don’t mean we have to be in love the first time we have sex with each other but I certainly don’t want you to think you weren’t ready for all of this either.”

“No, that’s not the case at all. I’ve never felt more ready in my life. Fuck me, babe,” I whispered and silenced his fears again by covering his mouth with my own.

Russell lay between my legs as I grabbed his cock and guided the head toward my moist entrance. He only needed a little push before he’d buried himself in the warm embrace from below. I wrapped my legs around his waist, reassuring him of my want and need for his body.

He continued to look into my eyes and the heat between us both was enough to scorch. The feel of his dick, working in and out of me, couldn’t be described. I’d physically needed the relief but I also craved a connection with my lover, regardless how shallow. Neither one of us could be in love yet but that didn’t matter to me. We did feel something for one another and that was better than apathy, and infinitely better than a random one-night stand.

I couldn’t resist wanting some of the power between us for myself. I turned us and began to ride him as he looked at me with intense blue-green eyes. They were magnetic, undeniably gorgeous and I could get lost in them so very easily. I gripped his strong thighs and it allowed me to control the movement along his shaft. We were suspended in time with one another and although I wanted to kiss him badly, I enjoyed watching the look on his face as I teased him with slow strokes. I wasn’t quite yet for this to be over between us.

He ached to have control of the situation again—it was in his eyes as he flipped us over. We teetered dangerously close to the edge of the bed, causing me to laugh out loud.

“Are you trying to kill us?” I whispered before my hands roamed through his silky golden strands. The colors of sand, flaxen and stray platinum streaks mixed together in a strange harmony framing a body on the verge of being more golden than peaches and cream thanks to the generous California sun. I traced his firm pecs and the muscles beneath the skin flexed and firm underneath my touch.

“No, of course not. I want to be close to you and I can see the edge of the bed.” His voice vibrated against my neck and his breath felt warm against my ear. The feeling of him buried inside of me was more than I could take. I needed to feel him move with me, inside of me.

“Fuck me.” My eyes searched his own. He kissed me deeply and passionately, our tongues swirling together and all I tasted was him, inhaled his masculine scent surrounding me and appreciate the length of his cock inside of me.

What was it about this man that made me forget how much I liked and felt attracted to another? No one existed for me at this moment except Russell. My sweet guy who allowed me to be myself even during sex and embraced me for the wacky wild girl I happened to be.

His strokes became deeper, faster and ultimately more satisfying as I felt myself connecting to him like no other. Russell kissed my neck, my jaw and held on to me like a long lost lover, not a woman he was having casual sex with and that felt good. I felt a little guilty for not waiting longer before we jumped in the sack but I wasn’t looking for my future husband, just a nice guy who wouldn’t judge me and could be a little bit crazy and bad, just like me.

I’d found him and he was just as promised. The way he took control and owned my body told me more than enough. He was absolutely perfect for me and I wanted him. Maybe more than I was willing to admit to myself but was that so wrong?

Chapter Twelve