It's A Shame (9 page)

“It’s a nervous reaction.”
I stammered

“Hmmm.”

I jerked in surprise when I felt Cole’s hand on my knee.

“T
his is
my
reaction,” his gaze penetrating, “and I’m
not
nervous.”

H
e started caressing me. The heat in his long elegant fingers, as they skimmed the tops of my silk covered legs, was searing me, imprinting me. The fiery tips danced across the sensitive skin above my stockings, and continued further down between my legs gently prying them apart. Goose bumps exploded over my entire body and I shook involuntarily.

His fingers trailed a heated path between my thighs
until they were met with a silk barrier.  Making short work of moving it aside, he softly stroked my clit with the pad of his thumb. Then he rolled over the hypersensitive area in a circular motion. I audibly moaned when he inserted his fingers inside me, gliding them in and out of my tender flesh. I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and instinctively closed my legs; I was met with a low growl.

“You
started this,” he warned, his voice husky and thickly coated with lust.  His fingers continued their decadent torture, showing me no mercy. A thousand pins and needles rolled under the surface of my skin, prickling in succession as they shot through every nerve ending, leaving me heady, my breathing erratic.

“Ace,
don’t…not here,” I moaned my pulse quickening, my desire mounting rapidly.

I
’ve never been more thankful for a few yards of material than I was for the long flowing table cloth that draped to the floor providing cover as I rocked my hips to meet his thrusting fingers…longing seeping into each and every pore.

“Cole…please…if you don’t stop
I’m going to come right here.” I begged softly my voice scarcely audible. Though we both knew I wasn’t able to stop my wanton behavior, nor did I want him to stop at all. My core was on fire.

“That’s the idea
,” he whispered, his voice strained with sexual tension. 

I pick
ed up my menu, to hide my face, but he reached over and pushed it back down.

“I want to se
e your face when you come.” The words glided out on a breath and I lost all control.

I
lowered the menu to the table and ventured a glance in his direction, discovering his gaze fixed on me. Our eyes locked, his piercing green bore into mine, his facial expression left no question as to the level of his tenacity.

B
eing discovered was not a concern for him, as the heat of his fingers burned a trail into the folds of my cleft, searing me. I felt the flush crawl up my neck to my face. I was undone. His fingers moved skillfully inside me, as the combustible fire within me rapidly spread to each nerve ending.

I had as much control of my body
, as I had of his fingers.  Surrendering, I lay my head against the tall curved back of the chair and closed my eyes, savoring the orgasm rolling over and through me. I continued grinding against his fingers until I was weak, until the last quiver racked my body, all the while praying silently we wouldn’t be thrown out of the restaurant. 

Some
moments later, after the powerful contractions ebbed, I slowly raised my eyelids to find him staring at me with a devilishly triumphant smile.

“Better
?” he inquired.

“Oh. My. God.” I
enunciated each word with a pant.

It took me a minute or two
to gain my equilibrium back. I inhaled deeply and sat up in my chair, rubbing the tops of my thighs together, getting each and every last quiver out.

“Your turn,” I breathed as I reached my hand across his lap. 

Dipping under his linen napkin I
ran my fingers over him, my hand trembling with excitement, feeling the length of his rock hard erection. An intense craving burned inside me. I yearned to touch him, to feel his hot silken skin with the tips of my fingers. My hand encircled his thick shaft, feeling the outline of his cock through the soft material of his pants, and I instinctively began rubbing him. His face contorted in pleasure for a moment, and then his eyes flew open startling me.

“Don’t…”
his voice broke, his breathing heavy. He lay his hand over mine successfully stopping me. “I
won’t
look quite as sexy as you, nor remain as restrained.” He released my hand and reached for his water. He held the glass to his mouth and drank deeply from it. “Later.”

I could tell by the look on his face he was
holding back. He eyes glazed over and I slowly pulled my hand back.

He ra
ised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“
Don’t worry you’ll more than make it up to me.”

With my eyes lowered,
I smiled impishly raising the menu to my face concealing my heated flush as excitement raced through me. I loved the feeling of anticipation I got whenever I thought of Cole touching me. He was a drug I knew I could never quit; it both frightened and exhilarated me. I put the menu down.

“
That
…was
hot
as hell by the way, but very one-sided. I’m feeling a bit selfish.”

Cole leaned over and whispered, “Don’t.  I am very much looking forward to filling every inch of your gorgeous cunt and fucking you all night.”  His breath fanned hot across my cheek. 

“What happened outside that got you so upset?” I asked. Trying to gain some semblance of normalcy after that whirlwind orgasm.

“When?”

“Earlier. Don’t be coy. When you growled at that man, while we were waiting for our table.”

I think I heard him growl again.

“Cole, what did he do?” I asked, unwilling to drop it.

“He looked at you.”

“Oh, really. And that got you that riled?”

“Grace, he stood there looking at your ass.” I could see his face redden. “He had the fucking audacity to stand there staring at your ass,
nearly fucking drooling, while you were with me.”

I was so angry
with myself for bringing it up again.

“I was about to show him how nice they keep the flooring here.” His eyes steely.

“Oh.”

I could see that he was serious.

Perfect timing, our waiter arrived to take our order.

I had the Egg Caviar and the Duck Breast. Cole enjoyed the Sea Trout and Oyster Tartar
. Letting me share a bit of his Roasted Saddle of Lamb.  We finished off our meal with Pain Perdu for two with a bottle of Chateau d’Yquem.  Everything was amazingly delicious per usual, the food and the service impeccable.

We walked out into the warm s
pring night and climbed into the back of the Landaulet. The ride home was tense, the air highly charged with sexual tension.  He was strung tight and I was more than ready for what was to be a highly energetic romp, sure to sap every bit of strength from me leaving me blissfully contented.

We walked quickly through the door held open by Joe, and
after passing the security desk, we stepped inside the elevator.  As the doors closed Cole grabbed me pushing me into the corner. He shielded my body with his own as he lifted me up off the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips and felt his hand slide under my ass, as he unzipped his pants, releasing himself.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face between his jawbone and neck and ran my tongue up to his ear, slowly tracing the shell before dipping the tip inside. 

He let out a growl and
without hesitation, rammed himself deep into me. I opened my eyes in surprise, thankful for the earlier stimulation, my wetness making his sudden push easy. I arched my back, the ferocity of his need spurring on my own desire. He held me up with his other hand using the corner of the elevator as leverage. 

I let out a moan and bit
the soft flesh of his earlobe as he thrust himself inside over and over, filling me to capacity.  He began pounding his hips in quick succession in an almost animalistic frenzy, my climax building quickly.  I threw my head back against the wood paneled walls and moaned his name as it rolled from side to side.

“
Oh. My. God. Cole.” Hissed through my lips in synced staccato blended in tempo with each pound of his pelvis. The guttural sound of my pleasure spurred him on. He pushed himself deeper inside me, spurting hot cum, until I was spilling over. My swollen sex clenching around his cock as my orgasm rippled through me. I clung to him and shuddered.

When I opened my eyes
and saw the euphoric look on his face, I smiled. It got me hot knowing
I
put that look there. He continued to slide his cock in and out until my sex milked each drop from him. His head tilted back, his eyes closed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

I
was beyond caring if we were seen, beyond caring that I was a sweaty, tangled mess. The power of the physical, and mental, copulation drove me. Our lovemaking was instinctual; our bodies moved as one, both seeking the stimulating high that sex provided. I was overwhelmed with both my love and my lust for this man.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you standing there
tonight,” he breathed against my neck breaking the spell…for now.

“Watching your face while I was getting you off was so fucking hot,
it took every ounce of strength I had in me to make it through the meal.” He kissed my neck, nipping at me, sending shivers splintering through me. “I don’t even remember what I ate,” he said shaking his head, laughing. He rubbed his nose behind my ear tickling me and I let out a giggle.  “Grace...” he hesitated, his tone full of warning. He took hold of himself and slowly pulled out of me.

“Umm
,” I answered, my energy sapped.

“I’m not done yet…” he lowered me to the floor
and grabbed my hand placing it around his cock.  I gasped when I felt how hard he still was.  He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.

“Oh
my!” Delightful surprise rang in my voice. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I quickly
bent down retrieving my purse from the floor, where it fell, and pulled my keys out.  Cole pushed a button on the elevator’s panel and the door opened. We both walked out into the hall, looking both ways as we straightened our clothing.

The next morning, I got out of the bed and pulled my robe on as I went into the kitchen to make coffee.  It was Saturday and I was happy
I opted not to go to the shop today, instead asking Karen to work for me. 

Unfortunately
, Cole had a number of meetings lined up for the better part of the day and I most likely wouldn’t even hear from him until the evening.  I made plans to have lunch with Michelle.  It had been a couple of weeks since we’ve been out alone and I was really looking forward to some girl time.

I stepped out into the hall and quietly closed the
bedroom door behind me.  Cole had another thirty minutes of sleep before he had to get up, and after his commanding performance as my personal stud into the wee hours of the morning; I was trying to let him rest. I knew he’d be exhausted today.