Eventide 2 – August Heat contd..

Artist - Anita Rozentale @Artfetch.

Artist – Anita Rozentale @Artfetch.

Chris  made love to  me like a warrior touching on a deep sensuality bringing me to thundering painfully pleasurable arousals. He instinctively perceived my desires, my fantasies, and he generously gave. I begged, I screamed, my body shook, climaxed driven by his passion, by his darkest pleasures.

Our lust heightened from the garage incident Chris booked a suite in the hotel. In a true seductive fashion, Chris who had his computer and jaw-box with him set the tone with background music. I freshened up in the bathroom, removed my knickers from under my dress making me feel sexy. I left the bathroom into the lush living area. A bottle of champagne on ice had just been delivered by room service. Chris popped the cork and slowly poured two glasses. I moved close to him. We said nothing. God . . . I still swooned at his look, his soft cheekbones and winged brows, the intense blue eyes, and those lips . . . perfectly etched to be both sensual and wicked. He smiled sexily sending a shiver of anticipation through my body. He pressed his lips to my lips, my body burned for him. He kissed me passionately, deeply. Never before did a kiss rock me to the core like this one, in that instant he took me to Narnia. He pulled back picked up the two glasses of champagne and handed me one. He clinked my glass and he murmured,

“You hit me the instant I saw you through that window. I couldn’t look away, I wanted you immediately, desperately.”

I took a sip of champagne and kissed him sharing the sweet taste.

How could I not have known that there’d been more to our first encounter than I’d realized? That the Presidential campaign meeting was more than just stumbling in, that it was fate. Chris’s words from the meeting flashed through my mind.

“Presidential campaigns are dirty, they seem to change peoples lives, impact on peoples lives forever. So now is your opportunity to leave, if any of you here feel you can can’t hack it.  Not tomorrow or the day after, you need to leave now. This is the beginning to a  potential life changing event.”

At that moment I smiled, thinking how he loved the drama. Right now his statement was feeling like the truth.

Cupping my bottom with his spare hand, he urged me tighter against him, put his glass to my lips. I stood limp, arms slack, hand loosely holding my glass, powerless to my attraction, my longing.

“When I entered the room, and there you were, right where I’d wanted you. In that minute, I had a half-dozen fantasies about what I was going to do to you when I got you naked.”

He took a sip from his glass, our eyes locked, he then dripped champaign on my lips. I succulently ran my tongue over my lips. I shivered languishing his next move.

“When I first saw you I thought wow sexy. And then from your performance at the meeting I thought wow sex with you would be screaming, sheet-clawing amazing.” I retorted “You turned me on.”

“I picked that up.” he said, leaning down, taking my glass from hand and placed both the glasses on the table behind him.

His hands slid up either side of my spine causing me to scintillating lurch.  I looked into his eyes and saw how tightly reined he was, what a shadowed soul he was. He oozed power and hunger and control and demand. At that moment somewhere inside me, I knew he would take me over.

Chris’s hands hugged my shoulder blades and pulled me closer until our foreheads touched.

“No one has ever attracted me so impulsively like you do. You’re the only one.” he murmured.

My throat tightened painfully from my gush of rapture.

With a soft groan, he sealed his chiseled mouth over mine, stealing away thoughts, with a lush, deep kiss, . . I pushed my fingers into his hair to hold him still and kissed him back, my tongue sliding along his. Then to the background of ‘sexual healing’ his body mirrored mine and in a moment he caught my dress and pulled it over my head, and it fell to my feet.

I stood there nude in his silent, intense gaze only wearing my red stilettos. He pressed against my body kissing me intimately moving his hand between my legs. My body rocked with passion. My nipples erect and moisture between my thighs. Catching my shoulders he moved me slightly away from him bringing his mouth to my swollen breast. His tongue curling around my nipple, sucking it inside the wet heat of his mouth, as a strangled plea erupted from my throat.
In my headless I lolled, my eyes closing helplessly as he moved me over to the king sized bed, laying my full length upon it. I went to remove my shoes,

“Leave them on,” he ordered, “Open you legs, I want to see your clit.”

I lay back, stretched out my legs and fondled my clit. He urgently removed his clothes, all the while his eyes firmly fixated on mine. He pulled down his pants and like a jack in the box his large hard dick jumped out. I reached out my hand to touch it.

“No.’ he said sternly taking a small step back.

He walked to the bottom of the bed and crawled up over me his dick hitting against my leg and thigh, then lingering on my clit. He placed his hands behind my shoulders and arched over my body. His mouth was taking over from where it left over never broke its fierce suction; his tongue never paused in its tormenting flicks of ecstasy. Then he sat up his hands stroking the fire that raged through my bloodstream, his strong fingers stroking my side, my hip, my thigh, growing steadily closer to the agonizing ache of my clit. I cried out from the overwhelming pleasure, from the hollow, intense ache from my clit that grew more powerful with every touch.

“Masturbate for me.” drifting to my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe, he groaned,

“Stand up on the bed in your shoes.”

He moved to my side. In a steamy haze I obeyed standing up, I wobbled, the heels sinking into the soft bed clothes were not making it easy for me to steady myself. Chris grabbed my tights and steadied me.

“Stand over me so I can see you play with yourself.”

His eyes in a blazing stare, I responded positioned myself and as he held onto my tights as my fingers moved and fondled clit,

“Harder, Harder.” he demanded his breathing deepened.

I went harder and harder at it as he commanded. I climaxed over and over again until I could take it no more falling onto him begging him to let me stop. I wanted him inside me. At this rate, I was close to dissolving from the electric pleasure before he ever got around to coming inside me. I didn’t  protest, the intense sensations he was igniting in my body and my mind, were too much for me to lose. Finally my psychical energy sapped I flopped down beside him, taking his cock in my hand. He moved his fingers to my damp mound, his hands pressing on me as I rubbed my hands harder and faster along his cock. He pulled my hand away, and caught my breath as his lips traveled down my stomach, my abdomen, his tongue licking my flesh, the heat of his lips searing my skin.

His mouth touched the head of my mound. He pulled my legs open between his head. My body frozen, honed to a fever pitch of anticipation, the heat of his tongue hit my clit, and I went into an immediate rapture. He moved deeper, pressing my legs further apart, his hot breath like a whiplash of sensation against my clit. My body shuddered with climax after climax. Suspended on a rack of torturous pleasure, I could do nothing but shudder violently as his tongue swiped over my flesh with overwhelming force. His tongue pressed inside me deeper and deeper soothing and inflaming me, sending me into an orgasm of delirium. I screamed, twisted against his hold, fought his hands anchoring my legs apart, pleaded for him to ease the storm riding mercilessly thought my body. My hands tightened in his hair pulling him, tugging at his head, his eyes gazed up at me black with lust, his face flushed

“I want you inside me,” I begged

“Come inside me.”

He rolled up beside me.  I was shattered with the excess of sensation still surging through me, but still hungered for more. I couldn’t control the need, the fierce throb of desperation.

“Are you ready for me?” he purred looking at his throbbing cock.

Thick veins pulsed with blood, the flared head glistened, flushed a ruddy red and eager for attention.

“Sit up. I want to watch you take me.” he said as he pulled himself up and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Kneel down and take me baby.” he tasked.

I sat up slowly, moved to the floor and knelt down at his feet, my eyes focused on his demanding cock as it came closer, closer, to my mouth. Within seconds, he was nudging at my lips as a harsh, male groan wrapped around my senses. I took the head of his cock, tasting the wild, salty essence of him. I let out a low unbidden moan my finger wrapped around the lower portion of the shaft, and the other tentatively touched the taut spheres below.

“Oh wow,” he groaned, his hands threading through my hair, clenching the strands until small darts of pain began to flicker along my skull. “That’s good, baby. So good.”

I stared up at him dazed, poised on a pinnacle of arousal I had never known before. “God yes,” he hissed, as I sucked his cock deep into my mouth, my tongue stroking him as my hand moved on the steel-hard flesh. I brought my eyes to his face and watched, entranced, as ecstasy consumed his face; his eyes partially closed scintillated as he fought to breathe. I drew on him, sucking him as deep as I dared, loving the rasp of his breath, the way his fingers tightened in my hair with his pleasure. It was more than just arousing. It was destructive to my senses, to my emotions His thighs tightened at the caress, his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.

“That’s good,” he bit out. “Suck me deeper, baby. Just a bit harder…yes…”

His body racked with fierce tremors. I could feel the hard flexing of his cock in my mouth and beneath my hand, see the taut contours of his stomach.

“Alike” he hissed, thrusting his erection deeper into my mouth now, flexing hard against the back of my throat.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned me hoarsely, both hands pulling at my hair.

“Can I come in your mouth.”

“Yes, yes—,” I exclaimed.

His hands gripped my hair hard. He held me still as he penetrated even deeper, as relentlessly moved faster and faster as he swelled against my tongue and in the depth of my throat. I choked, moaned, signaling my need for his release, the desire to taste him and to catch my breath

“Now.” He moved faster, with a desperation that heightened my arousal. I tightened on him, sucking harder, drawing him deeper until a ragged, almost enraged growl tore from his throat a second before his release began spurting inside me. Deep, hard jets pulsed from the head of his cock. I fought to swallow each jetting spurt; he held my head down on his cock. I gagged, I struggled for breath, but he did not budge. I moaned, his hand firmly pumping my head for every last sensation.

I was shaking, exhausted, yet my body still ached. It was a hollow, haunting pain.  I feared now that I felt his passion, his craze, I would never stop wanting it. Chris slowly pulled out pulling me up to him. I licked my lips wearily, tasting the essence of him. He took my face in his hands, his eyes staring somberly into mine as his thumbs smoothed along my cheekbones, then gently caressed my swollen lips.

“You’re like a narcotic,” he whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive”

Warmth exploded through my veins. His touch and look filled with heated hunger.

“Chris—- I gripped his wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing my lips gently with his, I could not say anything more. As though he knew what I was going to say he whispered,

“Shhh, baby, we’re not done yet,” he soothed her, his voice tight, a harsh growl that eased her, that assured her that her pleasure had only heightened his desire. “It’s okay; Aliki you deserve to be loved properly. Now, I get to build you back up. I’m not done with you by a long shot. We are in this for the long haul.”

And with that he kissed me, threw me on the bed, on my stomach and with the palm of his hand he slapped my bottom.

He stroked a finger up and down the crack of my butt, driving me crazy.I whimpered like a captured animal as he pressed a finger against the tiny coil of my butt,

“Take it” he panted as he pushed his finger deep into me, my body shivered and palpated. When he had me squirming he turned me over onto my back pushing me hard down on the bed.

“I am going to fuck you now, hard and deep. You will beg me to stop, but I won’t. The more you beg the harder I will fuck you, as I will know that deep down you will want me to keep fucking you.”

He grabbed my legs over his shoulders, and he effortlessly slid into me, I gasped at the strength of his hard on. He filled me, he lifted me higher to move deeper and harder into me, my hips writhing bucking and gyrating to his thrusts. I flexed the muscles of my legs to squeeze him closer, at that moment I felt him deep in my soul. Exactly as he said I begged him to stop and he continued harder. His face reddened by the flow of blood from the heightened sexuality, he let go of my legs leant over placing his hands on either side of my shoulders, trusting his hips hard and fast as he moved relentlessly, I bite his nipples heightening his desire, his orgasm erupted all over me. An explosion of emotions I had never felt before overwhelmed me. He flopped on top of me, kissing me, his lips lingering on mine.

“Jesus Chris you know how to fuck a woman.” I sighed.

For a few minutes he said nothing. Then he put his mouth to my ear and said

“Remember if you are a good girl, this is only the beginning, I am all yours.”

I drew in a slow and shaky breath. I was seduced by the smoldering look in his eyes, the provocative tone of his voice, the heat of his body, and the mouthwatering scent of his skin. Like a first hit of heroin, I was addicted to Chris.

Inside me, something sighed with happy surrender and my body went lax with pleasure that I was his. I craved him so deeply it was a physical ache. If anyone else had attempted to seduce me the way Chris did and within hours of meeting, I would’ve have said NO.

For the rest of the evening, we ordered room service. I phoned my mom to make sure she could hold onto the dog for the for the night, and Chris phoned his mom to make sure all was oaky. We had no one to go home to so it was easy to linger in the suite. We ordered room service dinner, more champagne and talked. We talked about the campaign, our lifestyles, our most intimate thoughts, kissed and cuddled just like two young lovers. Then we snuggled into bed wrapped in each other.

‘You know I don’t ever sleep in the same bed with a woman. I always sleep alone.” Chris declared

“Why not?” I asked,

“I like to sleep alone. I am not your usual man.” he chuckled, “Why do you think, I am not yet married. I always escape. I have a feeling with you it is going to be different.” he hugged me tighter.

“So when you had relationships what did you do?”

“After we had sex I always went home or they went home. Or if we were away I booked a twin room or separate rooms.  You are special, I have met my soul mate.” his voice wandered

“The last hours have been extraordinary, yes we are soul mates.” I smothered him with tiny kisses all over his face. Locked in each other, in a cocoon of enraptured oblivion we fell asleep.


Eventide 3 – The final part of August Heat – Thursday 5/2/ 2015

I am working with a wonderful editor Amy Scott, and the book is now in development mode. I will continue to blog Eventide as ‘short stories’ to give you a flavor of what’s to come. Eventide originally published on Storytweetblog.com as ‘Micro Chapters.”

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