GUILTY PLEASURES (The Fast-Track)

“Surprised to see me?” she whispered, grinning like the devil.

Then she figured I didn’t hear squat. So she grabbed me by the nape and pulled me closer.

DAMN! This one’s a dom. We have a problem here. A major one.

“Surprised to see me?” she repeated, this time with a somewhat commanding tone.

“Eeerm…” I mumbled “Well, I was not expecting to see you but since you are here…” I tried to salvage my stupefied self.

But before I could say another word, she placed her right fore-finger on my lips.

“Hush” she said. “You talk too much” came the teasing words as I backed her against the door she had already locked. Things were reeling out of hand pretty fast. And I knew whatever was about to go down would only appear in the bible somewhere within Songs of Solomon.

She was starting to breathe fast. Tell-tale signs of unplumbed thirst. Thirst that couldn’t be obeyed. Sprite wouldn’t save her soul here. And that was my weapon. I was going to make her hate me. Then make her love me. Then make her hate everything. Yeah. That cursing roller coaster was imminent.

By now, she had both hands hooked behind my neck. I could feel her trying to move her pelvis, even pressing it against me. So I moved back, got her hands off me and pinned them above her head. Slightly high. Or may be too high. She was on her toes. Literally.

From where I stood, she looked like a dragon. Breathing fire, with lust written all over her face. Slowly, I leaned in then stopping a planck length away from those lips. God knows how much I’ve always wanted to be this close to them. And since they were here, I was going to take my time. Even make her look like the villain.

“Who sent you here? What do you want?” I asked in the same teasing tone she had used on me moments ago, making sure my lips brushed ever so lightly as they moved up and down in speech. The look on her eyes. That look of hunger and anger. A caged predator. I was liking it. I was obviously pressing all the right buttons.

With my free hand. I pulled her by the waist. She resisted. But heck! I wasn’t going to let a woman run my show. Okay it was her show. But I just stole it. And I’d run it till the end. Or at least that was the plan. She was wriggling, trying to free her feminine hands from my grip. But that only made me grip harder.

“Nick you are hurting me” she hissed looking at me with viper eyes. “Please let me go.”

“Make me “I replied with a chauvinistic simper. “Make me free you”

Then I bit her lower lip. Hard enough to deliver pain and pleasure in equal measure.

“Who sent you?” I asked once more before we locked lips.

Man! Those lips! Those luscious lips! Too warm for one lifetime. Too soft for a grownup who had grown though the sugarcane-chewing childhood. I wanted them so bad. And now that I had them, my wants were elevated to needs.

She was hungry too. I could tell from how she kissed. And her tongue in my mouth. She was relishing every moment. And there I was busy thinking about her.

“This is not how it’s supposed to be” I thought as I pulled back, flipping her around like a revolving door.

She was now facing the door. So was I. Only that she was between the door and I. Her bum on my crotch. Her arms slowly dropping. And eventually free.

Then I brushed her hair to one side so as to bare her neck, burying my face in it. Biting and kissing every inch of it. I could feel things getting hard. And I knew I was game. So I just had to return the favour. Snaking my left arm up her body, I finally made contact with her left mound. Squeezed a knob and cupped things. She let out a soft moan. That “gimme more” whimper.

***TO BE CONTINUED***