The Accidental Mistress (5 page)

She stammered another half reply, and before
she knew it he kissed her. Zuri eyes stretched. His lips covered
hers, their teeth clicked until his tongue forced its way in.
Shocked by the boldness of the kiss, she gripped his sleeves. He
brought his arms around her waist and lifted her to the tips of her
toes as he dipped his tongue in wonderful swirls that swept through
her mouth.

She should have pushed him away. It was
totally reckless and unlike her to just kiss a man in his hotel
room after a night of drinking. But his urgency and her curiosity
made her bold. The mix had a devastating chemical reaction that
stoked the idle flames of her desire for his touch. Her brain
silenced her objections with a sensory overload. She concentrated
on the rhythm of his tongue as it guided her to the pleasures of a
truly passionate kiss.

Finally, he released her, but her mouth
gaped and her eyes remained closed for round two. She felt him grab
her by the collar of the robe and was immediately aware of the
arousal he stirred.

"I'm a dead man, beautiful. Do you
understand? Dead." He pulled her closer and pressed his lips this
time softly to hers, trailing them next to her neck. There he
nuzzled and applied several gentle kisses. She felt her spine melt
and all her limbs grow weak. His gentle manner caused her to react
with her head as he sucked her neck. Breathing became a chore. Her
hands now gripped his waist, fingers slipping into the belt loops.
His mouth continued to massage her neck with his tongue, moving
sensually to her shoulder. It felt good.

When his passionate kisses ended, she nearly
dropped. If he hadn't held her, she would have stumbled from the
newfound feeling of passion that overcame her. "I shouldn't do
this," he said in a gruff voice. "Tell me to stop and I will."

Zuri blinked up at the
ceiling, dazed and confused.
Tell him to
stop?
How was she supposed to do that? She
had no idea what
this
was or why her body was both hot and cold all at once. She
could barely breathe through her desire, let alone retain a
coherent thought. Now it was up to her to decide if this would go
further? Didn't he know? It had been decided when he kissed
her.

Christophe swept her into his arms, and she
gasped in surprise. No man had ever picked her up but her father,
and he had stopped when she hit her teens. Zuri knew she was a
woman, of legal consent. But she felt completely lost and out of
her element when looking into the blue swirls of desire pooling
like liquid within his eyes.

The room swam a bit and she felt weightless.
Christophe carried her to bed, lowered her gently like a bride upon
the rumpled sheets. He drew back and a hint of a smile tugged the
corners of his mouth before it faded altogether. He stared down at
her, almost apologetic, as if he wasn't deserving. Then those man
hands that had held her slipped into his pockets instead of over
her body.

“
Why do you have a box of
condoms?” he asked.

Zuri frowned.

"Huh? I
don't
—
" she
started, and then noticed the direction of his gaze. She followed
his line of sight and saw her things on his dresser. The box was
there next to her wallet and purse. Had he gone through her things?
She wasn't angry but embarrassed. What he must have thought to find
them on her, an entire box. She could barely stammer a
reply.

"I don't know why," she said and it was the
truth. He shook his head, smiling. Zuri extended her hand to him.
Certainly he knew it wasn't planned. Who planned a seduction this
badly?

Christophe hesitated.

“
I'm sober now, and those
condoms were a gag gift,” she pleaded, for reasons she both knew
and didn't. “I, I want you," she managed. He cut her a hard, sharp
scowl of distrust. Was he angry? Had she said the wrong thing?
Would he chase her out of the room now?

Zuri got up on her knees and semi-crawled
over to him. She put her hand to his chest. His gaze lowered to the
spot of their connection. She liked the hard feel of him under the
palm of her hand. His chest radiated heat through his shirt. She
could imagine his warm flesh pressed into her and between her
thighs. She wanted to feel that and much more.

Zuri had seen enough movies, heard enough
tales from her sister and girlfriends. The art of seduction
certainly wasn't that hard. She knew all the mechanics of sex.
Finding courage in the dim light and avoiding the intensity in his
stare, she undid the top button of his collared shirt, pushing it
through the little slot. She undid the next and the next.

He didn't touch her, but the rise and fall
of his chest indicated he wanted too. Wisps of chest hair sprang
free and when she had finally unbuttoned his shirt she took her
time to run her fingers through them.

Christophe placed a hand to her waist, the
other to the tie on her robe. There was no hesitation. Before Zuri
remembered her vulnerability the robe was undone. She nearly backed
out of the game when she was revealed to him but the way he looked
at her weakened her resistance. There was such adoration in his
eyes she relished the feeling of being desired.

Christophe gently pulled the robe off her
shoulders. She lowered her arms to let the material slide down with
ease. His gaze remained trained on her nipples, ripening under the
chill of the room. For her petite frame, her breasts were quite
large. Her mother always taught them to downplay their womanly
curves as young girls and to hide their figures under loose fitted
clothes or collared dresses.

Now she understood her body’s appeal. In the
eyes of this handsome stranger her sexuality bloomed. Would he
touch them? Lick and suck them until she thrashed about and
screamed his name.

"You're French Caribbean?" he asked.

"How? How did you know?"

"Say something in French," he said, his
voice hoarse with desire.

Was he for real? The look he gave her said
yes.

"
Je veux faire l'amour
," she
whispered against his ear
.

Zuri's request to make love may have been
premature, since she didn't know his last name, but it was what she
desired. Maybe desire wasn't the appropriate word. She yearned for
more, his touch, his tongue, all of it at once on and over her
skin.

His eyes remained unreadable. And the kiss
he gave for her reward chased away all doubts. He pinched her left
nipple, then her right. She winced, but made no objection as heat
and arousal spread from her breast down to her pussy. Her eyes
drifted shut and a moan surfaced from deep in her throat through
her partially parted lips.

Christophe
cupped her heavy breasts in his hands. A shiver
trickled down her spine as his thumbs did circular rubs over their
points. She bit down on her tongue to keep from saying how much she
liked it. And then his mouth lowered and he took one achy nipple in
between his teeth.

Zuri gasped, her eyes stretching wide then
fluttering shut. He suckled her nipple until it was tight and raw,
then he lathed it with the wet heat his tongue and mouth bought.
Her hand grabbed his shoulder as she arched her back further.

That's when it happened the powerful
sensation of pleasure when he touched her between her legs. She'd
masturbated before in secret, in the shower, and she felt shame for
her actions. But now she knew what she liked, what she desired in a
touch there, and this was exactly what she had hoped for. His
finger tickled her clit until it became engorged with sensations
that made her tremble. Yes! Two fingers went up and down her slit,
slow and easy. Then one carefully eased inside.

"Mon Dieu!"
she exclaimed.

Christophe immediately began to suckle her
other breasts, and his finger darted in and out of her until she
was slippery and pumping her pussy against his palm. It was
sublime, delicious, hot and sexy. They were things that a man’s
touch should be, she supposed. And it was the beginning.

Oh he is the one!
He was definitely the one.

Zuri grabbed his face. Christophe released
her nipple with a wet pop and her breast bounced. His finger never
stopped, it kept tunneling. The action made her crave his
whiskey-laced tongue once more. Hot and hungry was the kiss she
forced on his mouth. She was a quick study.

Zuri nibbled kisses along his jaw.
Christophe inserted another finger, pinched her clit simultaneously
and she yelped. He chuckled deep in his throat. Zuri’s eyes rolled
as she threw her arms around his neck and came with his hand
between her legs and her knees spread apart on the mattress. It was
her very first climax without the use of her own hand. It had such
a dizzying effect on her that she bit into his shoulder.

When he suddenly released her, Zuri fell
back panting, rolling to her side, her hips and vagina quaking. She
pulled down several jerky breaths as she reclaimed control of her
body.

Christophe straightened her out. She was
positioned awkwardly with one leg bent and kicked out behind her
and the other pushed up to her knee. He fell on her and applied
soft sucks and kisses to her neck. She wanted the next phase to
commence immediately. So she reached between them and undid the
belt buckle that was painfully pressed into her abdomen. He flicked
his tongue at her ear and she giggled. It tickled. He dipped his
tongue in the canal of her ear and she exhaled a pleasured sigh.
Zuri lowered the zipper to his trousers, and her fingers came in
contact with his pubic hair. It was coarse and wiry to the touch.
She wanted to see his penis, measure the length as most women did
and understand what would soon break the barrier that no man had
breached before. But he stopped. His head lifted and those groomed
locks, smoothed back from his face, covered his brow. His eyes held
such a wild primal hunger in them it caught her breath. A slither
of excitement crept over her.

"You're exquisite," he breathed. Zuri smiled
shyly up at him. She felt exquisite, so much so she gently moved
her hips with him pressed so firmly between her legs.

"Touch your self for me," he ordered, then
lifted off to watch. Her hand froze over her sex.

Was he serious?
He arched a brow at her hesitation and lifted his
gaze to capture hers. He was!

Zuri parted the lips to her vagina and
touched herself as she had done in secret. He smiled, watching. His
eyes gleamed wickedly, delighted. He stood.

"How does it feel, beautiful?" he asked.

"Suis bien,"
she exhaled.

Christophe pulled off his shirt. Zuri's gaze
devoured his firm muscled chest. A sprinkle of dark hair thinned
over a taut mouth-watering six-pack and arrowed down to his groin.
His trousers did little to conceal the strength of his arousal. As
he stepped out of his pants that had dropped to his ankles, and
tugged down his silk boxers, her breath caught at the unveiling of
his erection. Her gaze slowly lifted back to his and fear crept in
over her fool-hearted desire.

This would be her first time and she had
chosen a man with a python in his pants. He turned and went to the
box of condoms so she could get a good look at the muscles packed
in his broad back and perfectly shaped butt cheeks. How could he be
so perfectly put together? She knew the male anatomy by heart, and
nothing compared to the specimen before her.

"So you prefer magnums?" he cast her a look
over his shoulder.

"My sister gave those to me as a gag gift I
told you," she said and wished it didn't sound like a whine. Even
worst, from the way his eyes hardened and his brows dipped, she
suspected he didn't believe her. That hurt her feelings.

Should she warn him now that she wanted to
go slow? Really slow! She scooted back into the pillows and
instinctively covered her breasts. It didn't matter. He turned on
her and honed in on the nest of curls covering her sex. She trimmed
the hairs, but never shaved. She just didn't see the need. He
moistened his lips. She wondered if this too was a turn on for
him.

"You are so sexy and a lady. I like
that."

He called me a
lady?
If only he knew how un-lady like she
wanted to be. Zuri looked down at her womanly figure that had
developed early. She studied as he did, her thick hips and shapely
thighs, her taut stomach and petite waistline. She was indeed a
woman, a lady, and his for the night.

He tossed the box to the bed and came on
top. Hands first, he stopped at her feet. "You're so natural, so
fresh. I like that," he said, taking her foot into his hand. She
watched him curiously as he massaged her foot with his thumbs.

Her back arched, the action relaxed every
tendon. She was used to massages. Thanks to her mother, she and her
sister enjoyed them since they were three. But this, oh sweet
merciful Christ, no one ever told her a man could do one such as
this.

"You like that?"

"I... yes."

"I wanted to be a physical therapist once
upon a time, to heal people. That and a poet," he chuckled. She
knew the latter was said with such snide humor he was lying. But
she didn't care. There was indeed something poetic about his
touches, his kisses, his tongue. And Zuri loved poetry.

"Then I'm a lucky
girl.
Merci
," she
moaned, not even bothering to ask why he made the leap into sexy
businessman. He pushed back on her foot forcing Zuri to bend her
knee, thus parting her thighs and showing him her arousal. All the
while, he massaged the bunched muscles in her calves and worked her
foot until her toes felt as loose as jelly. All the fear and
anxiety eased from her weary bones. Even the tummy ache she had
from the alcohol was gone.
It was
magic.