Desire: Love and Passion (11 page)

             
“Yes, sir,” the driver replied.

             
“Thank you.”

             
James pressed the button again and turned his attention back to her. He lifted her easily off his lap, despite what his raging hormones wanted him to do.

             
“So the corset got you."

             
“Actually garters and laced top stockings on the day we met.”

             
"That was naughty," she whispered.

             
"I tried to be a gentleman."

             
Her right hand fell across his leg and she gave him a gentle squeeze
b
efore her hand slid higher up his thighs.

             
"Stop," he said. He put his left hand over hers and removed her hand.

             
"You don't want me to touch you?"

             
"Oh, I do, but I am considering your privacy. You certainly don't want me leaving the car with an open zipper, do you?"

             
"Okay, your way
it is then
."

             
"All the way?"
h
e asked.

             
"We'll see."

             
It was a good thing he stopped her because the car came to a halt within two minutes.  Willow was surprised to see a bodyguard
exiting the front of the car.
She hadn
’
t seen him at all, that was how dark the partition was inside the vehicle.

             
James took her hand and they went inside the house. He led her
directly
upstairs to the master bedroom. The lights came on automatically. He kicked the door closed and pulled her into his arms. Her hands went around his neck as she pulled him in close for the kiss. His left hand slipped through the strands of her pony tail while his right hand went around her waist.  He tilted her head as he explored her mouth.

             
She pressed up against him feeling the hard strain of him against her belly.

             
"I want you so badly," he whispered against her mouth.

             
He tugged the ruffled designer shirt from her skirt and started undoing the buttons. She pushed the jacket from his shoulders. He paused for a second to let the garment fall on
to
the floor. She tugged at his tie until it came loose. She was about to drop it on the floor when he reached out and stopped her.

             
"We might need that," he said.

             
He took the tie and put it around her neck. She giggled and started on the buttons of his shirt.

             
He finished unbuttoning her blouse and gently pushed it from her shoulders. He stepped back for a minute
to take a look
. She was in a satin smooth black corset. Her c-sized breasts looked plump as they teased the top of the garment. The garment had maybe thirty or so golden eyelets down the middle. 

             
He again pulled her close and kissed her. He reached behind and undid the zipper of her mini-skirt. It fell away from her waist immediately. His hands felt laced panties as he moved them over her buttocks. He didn
’
t trust himself to look
again
just yet. Looking might hasten the moment and he wanted it to last.

             
He kissed across her cheekbones to her earlobe. Her warm breath on the side of his face was tantalizing. He kissed down her neck and to her collarbone. She shuddered, her hands tightened on his neck and a low groan escaped her lips. 

             
Feeling her excitement, he pushed the necktie out of the way, titled her head even further and gently nipped at the skin just at the base of her neck. She moaned again and pushed even closer against him. He lifted her off the floor easily and carried her to the bed
where h
e lowered her slowly, his mouth never losing contact with her skin.

             
When at last he stopped kissing her, he looked down. He gently removed the necktie from her neck.

             
"Were you just being a smart mouth?"
h
e asked.

             
To respond, she brought both her hands over her head and lace
d
the
m
together. She smiled mischievously.

             
"Your loss," she whispered. 

             
He smiled as he looped the soft fabric around both her wrist
s
and then to a notch on the bedposts. Her dare was exciting him even more.

             
"Do you know the things I could do to you?"
h
e asked.

             
"Your bed, your rules," she replied.

             
He chuckled and sat in a kneeling position between her legs. He was not disappointed.  Laced black panties, satin and laced garter belts, and indeed fishnet topped stockings just above the laces. James had never been with anyone who dressed this sexy entirely for their own benefit.

             
He lifted her
left leg and threw off the low-
heeled fashion shoe. Next
, while
slowly
stroking her legs
, he
undid the two garter clips then rolled the stocking away. She took a deep breath as his hands touched the soft skin of her inner thighs. He liked it
and so did she
.

             
He undid the next stocking in the same fashion. Then he reached for the garter belt.  She lifted her hips as he pulled the flimsy garment away. Now all that remained was corset and laced panties.

             
He bent and kissed her again. She kissed him greedily,
raising her head to meet his.
He position
ed
himself so she could feel his hard erection against her inner thigh. She raised her hips to move against him, loving the fact that she was exciting him. He grounded his hips into her and solicited a
breathy
moan. His left hand supported most of his weight as his right rested on her neck, his thumb under his chin as he kissed her even deeper.

             
"You're being a devil," she whispered as he moved his hip
s
against her.

             
"I thought it was my bed, my rules," he whispered back.

             
His right hand left her neck and moved down her body. He cupped her breast though it was still sheathed behind
the
corset. He thought about undoing the thing but changed his mind.  He reached in over the top of the corset and found her nipple. He gave it a gently squeeze between forefinger and thumb, and her chest heaved in response. As he gentl
y
teased the nipple into hardness, he kissed her neck then down the other side of her corset to the neglected nipple.
He heard her pull against her restraint as she arched her back from the bed. He chuckled and grounded his hip into her once more.

             
His right hand continued down her corset clad body, past her waist. He
chose to
shift
his body
so his hand
could
easily slip between them. She moaned as his hand moved across the center of her panties. He stroked her through the laced fabric loving the hiss of her breath. He sat back again, pushing her legs apart so she was spread before him.  He looked at her
and was pleased to see she was watching him hungrily.

             
He continued his slow lazy caressing, liking the way her hips would move to match his movements. He could feel the panties getting wet from her excitement. He was equally aroused. It was over a decade since he
’
d made love like this. Everything since coming back to this island had been in the dark
;
instant gratification and very little excitement.

             
He brought her legs up and rested her feet on his chest as he gently slid her panties off. Once the undergarment was off, he moved her legs so she was once again splayed out in front of him. She was clean shaven.
Oh God how h
e liked that. He reached out and touched her first with his palm.  She was smooth, in both directions. He looked up and her, she bit her lower lip and rolled her head back as she arched her back. He was painfully aware of the strain in his pants but if this was to be it, he could endure. It was as if he already knew her. His thumb found th
e
spot that caused her to draw a sharp breath that sounded like a hiss as her chest pushed against the corset.

             
His left palm laid on top of her mound as his thumb teased her. Her gasp was music to his ears as his index finger entered her. She was
oh so
wet and hot. He surprised himself as her reaction cause him to groan. He was enjoying this. She brought her legs up and he gently nudged them down and shook his head.

             
"No Babe," he said. "I want to see you like this."

             
Babe
. The word sounded familiar and sexy coming from his lips. She
experienced
a strange moment of deja-vu just before he found the spot and all she could think about was him bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

             
"James," she moaned as her breath caught in her throat.

             
His left hand held her hips, limiting her movements as he caressed her. He liked watching her, liked when she tried to move but couldn't. He loved when she arched her back and her head fell backwards and a long moan followed by trembling in her hips telling him she was close to what w
ould
undoubtedly be one of many orgasms
off
the night.

             
She bit her lips as she looked at him now through glazed eyes. He grinned
slyly
. He wanted to taste her, to breathe in her sweet fragrance but the strain against his pants said otherwise. He thought about the corset as he got up and took off his shirt. But the sight of her breathing heavily against the restricting garment was exciting. He undressed quickly. He removed a condom from his bedside table and loved that she was watching him every second.

             
He was in excellent physical shape. He had a hard six pack that ran into a slim tapered waist.
His fully erect
penis stuck out from his body. The rumors of his size and girth were not exaggerated and as much as she wanted him, for a moment she wondered if she could actually accommodate him. 

             
There were four scars on the left side of his body. They looked like claws marks
, almost
as if an animal had dug in and tore at his flesh. 

             
He rejoined her on the bed. Both his hands clamped on
to
her hips and slowly, he eased himself into her warmth. She gave a loud audible gasp and he paused. Despite being wet, she was tight and he wondered for a second if he was hurting her. He could feel all
of
her muscles closing around him, resisting his intrusion. When he looked up at her, he realized she was again watching him.

             
“Babe
, relax
,” he said. 

             
“Just do it,” she said.

             
He pushed again, harder than before. She took a deep breath as he buried
the full length of his shaft
inside her.

She did relax once he was all the way in. He was surprised at how tight she was. He didn't take his eyes off her as they moved together slowly at first.
He could sense that she wanted to move faster.
His hands clamped down on her hips
in order to control the tempo
.

             
"Faster," she prompted him.

             
"No," he replied firmly.

He continued his slow dance loving every moan, every attempt she made against her restraint.
H
e lied to her earlier. He had never restrained a lover before her. The thought appealed
to him
, but he had yet to find a partner worth the experience. That was before she came into
his
life. Her tug against her restraint excited him. He had to keep his excitement in check if he was going to prove that this was no chemistry experiment.