TOUCH ME SOFTLY (6 page)

"Personal," I whispered as I looked deep into his alluring green eyes. Jareth leaned even closer to me, a hairs width apart, and softly spoke.

"Personal," he said letting his lips gently brush against my cheek.

"Yes," I responded, in an even softer tone, as I allowed my lips to tickle the curve of his jaw line. Slowly, I felt as Jareth's hands rose to my hips. His touch was everything I had fantasized it would be. He was gentle, but firm and deliberate with every motion. I wanted our little tryst to go on. I wanted to let myself lose control, but I couldn't. "Jareth," I sighed. "We can't." My artificial protest went ignored and suddenly it happened. Jareth's lips met mine for the first time. The sensation of our lips touching was more than I could handle. Euphoria spread throughout every part of my body and my reluctance drained away.

Fighting back any hint of desire was no longer possible and I instantly surrendered. Instinctively, Jareth sensed the change and tenderly guided me to the chesterfield. His hands slowly rose to cup my face as our lips met once again. Tilting my head back,
Jareth’s moist, soft lips drifted from my mouth to my neck. Gently, he kissed and tasted me as he gradually unsnapped the six buttons holding my silky, black blouse closed. My state of arousal was such that I never noticed my skirt being unzipped. I only felt as it slid past my hips and fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Jareth took a step back. Gazing into those beautiful, green eyes I watched as his stare floated over every inch of my body. At first, I felt somewhat embarrassed; I didn't want to be judged by such a beautiful man. However, Jareth's gaze quickly revealed his thoughts, and suddenly I felt at ease. I stood there, wearing only a black, thinly laced bra, black and pink cheeky lace panties and black top lace thigh-highs. "You are absolutely stunning," he said softly as he unbuttoned his black Armani shirt. His chest was amazing. Perfectly sculpted, lean muscles flowed under his smooth, silky skin. Watching him as he pulled the tails of his shirt from his tapered waistline gave me a glimpse of what was to come. Every muscle, every vein teasingly visible, just under his skin. His body reminded me of an ancient Greek statute; a god like perfection and beauty carved from the earth. Raising my hand to my mouth, I gently nibbled on the tip of my index finger flaunting my obvious approval. Jareth didn't break stride; slowly he released button after button on his lose fitting jeans. It was apparent he was giving me the opportunity he just had. He wanted me to soak up all of him, to take the time to enjoy every aspect of our sexual adventure.

Taking our time, we stood there, in front of the chesterfield, letting our fingers dance over each other. The feel of his body was beyond enticing to me. Tense, rock hard, muscle nestled just beneath smooth, silk-like skin was tantalizing to the touch. With every inch my fingers surveyed, my desire grew. Moreover, his touch was no different. Feeling his fingers sweep over the most private parts of my body made me quiver. My breasts, my nipples, the round rise of my ass; he understood exactly how to touch each part of me. Whether it was a soft whisper of a tickle, gracefully traced across my nipple, or a subtle squeeze to the cheek of my ass, each new area explored resulted in the most pleasurable sensation exploding outward, over my entire body.

Jareth slowly laid me down on the chesterfield. His hands, firmly planted on each side of me, his arms, like pillars, braced him above me. Slowly, I ran my fingers down his chest to his rippling abdominal muscles. I could feel his approval of my soft, delicate touch grow within him as he lowered his lips to my neck. "There's no turning back," he whispered softly as his warm, soft lips traced the outline of my ear.

Panting for breath, I let slip a sigh as I responded. "No...There’s no turning back," I agreed. Jareth's kisses began to move lower on my body. First, his lips slid down my neck to chest. Then I felt the warmth of his mouth on my breast as he tickled and teased my tender nipples. With each succulent touch, he drove his hips towards me and I could feel all of him pressing firmly against my panties. Suddenly, Jareth rose to his knees and his hands moved to my hips. With one fluid motion, he grabbed my panties, slightly raised my hips, and swiftly slid my panties down my thighs to my ankles and over my toes. Gently, he lowered my legs back down, placing himself between them. He then leaned down towards me slowly; his moist lips reached my breasts and I could feel the moist, warm air of his breath flow over my chest. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted our bodies to meld together and become one. Forcefully, I arched my hips and drove them into Jareth's waist. My tender, wet folds opened and I felt Jareth's back muscles flex as he forced his hips forward. With one strong motion, he was inside me and I gasped for air as my body became familiar with him. Gently, Jareth's hips begin to move. With each downward thrust, he went deeper and my pleasure grew. Entangled in each other’s pleasure, we rolled on the floor. It was my turn to be in control. With Jareth lying on his back, I grabbed his arms and pinned them to the ground. Straddling him, I let my warm, wet pussy slid down his throbbing cock. My back arched as I threw my head back in passion and I let another panting, sigh of pleasure slip past my lips. "Fuck me," I said softly as Jareth thrust his hips towards mine. Within minutes, his driving thrust brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm. Deep waives of pleasure washed over my body and I collapsed onto his chest. But Jareth wasn't done. Rolling me onto my back, he continued driving his rock hard dick deep inside me. Suddenly, with one last thrust, I felt his release. He jerked and throbbed and hot splashes of his pleasure spilled inside me. Instantly, pulsating waives of tingling pleasure raced through my body and I loud sigh of euphoria slipped out of me. Another earth shattering orgasm had brought me to the point of exhaustion. Jareth’s arms quivered as our eyes met and he collapsed onto me.

Oh my God — what did I just let happen?
I thought to myself as Jareth’s hand caressed my face. Since the moment I met Jareth, I told myself this would not happen. I had broken my own rule
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not to mention the firms rule on fraternizing with clients. All I could do is lay there and imagine my career being flushed down the proverbial toilet. When suddenly, Jareth voice broke into my little world of endless panic. “How would you like to go with me to France? After all, it’s related to your research.”

Instantly, I sat up straight.
What the fuck?
I thought to myself. “F-r-a-n-c-e,” I stuttered

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