The Game Of Lust

Her Warmth

My c**k began to pulse at the amusing display of s****l passion.

I stood to my feet and hastily undressed myself, I took off my jacket, my shirt, my pants and my underwear and walked to her on the bed. I opened her legs wider and pressed myself between them. I leaned over her. Her eyes were bright and longing. I could think of so many things but only one thing mattered at that moment, who was this woman? and what had she done to me? I asked myself. I slipped my c**k inside her. My c**k felt the comforting warnth of her p*ssy, it was deep warm and very wet. My c**k was all but sucked inside. My erection grew harder, I felt a bursting sensation in me, waiting so long gave the situation a whole new kind of pleasure. She gripped both my arms as I began to thrust into her wet p*ssy, Thoughts of Margret in a similar situation with Andre made me sick but I shook off the disturbing thoughts and continued to plunder her with my large throbbing c**k, she whined as I pressed deeper, I merciless and unapologetic about it, I was unconsciously pouring down all my anger on her body but she did not mind, she enjoyed me inside her and moaned passionately.

“yes, yes yes!” she purred and bit hard on her lower lip, I gripped the sheets above her head and pushed myself further between her legs till our stomachs touched and collided in passionate rubs. The squelching sounds of my c**k slipping and sliding into her p*ssy rhythmically overthrew the sound of the rain pouring down, luckily for us the room was sound proof plus I had no intention of holding Louie's mouth shut. It was no longer cold, I was warm enough inside her, it felt as though something in Louie had worked it's way into me.

I'd never felt that way with any random woman I'd slept with over the years. It was different with Louie, with her I did not wish to stop or slow down. Louie had her way around me, the way she arched her back with every stroke, the way she bit down on her lip, the way she held on to me, tightly but softly as the same time, or the way she had her fingers between my hair, I trembled. She had something that all the other women did not, though I couldn't include Margret knowing I'd never slept with her the right way. I recalled Thelma instead, Thelma would always tighten her legs around me, one could easily mistake her for a Martial artist with such harmful skills she possessed, at times she would leave me with scratches and bruises after s*x, I always had to leave my shirt on for some sort of protection.

Hailey, was always about herself, she prefered to be on top but didn't know just how well to ride a large bull like myself, she could never satisfy my hefty appetite and had the guts to call me heartless.

Alison on the other hand wanted to introduce me to her other male lover for a threesome but I wasn't that adventurous when it came to s*x and she wanted to do it in the shower, on the kitchen counter with honey and fruits, she wanted to do it on the hard ceramic tiles on the dining floor and I couldn't keep up.

Looking down at Louie, I fought the urge to go against my rules and kiss her lips. I pressed my thumb on both lips, till it was sucked into her mouth. She opened and let out a trembling moan, she clenched her toes when I traced my hand down to her neck and then her breast, I circled her n****e with my fingers tips before holding all of it in my palm. She turned away and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Ahh! ” she cried softly.

I pulled her up on my thighs and she wrapped her arms around my toned shoulders, she arched her graceful back as I held her trembling thighs. She began to grind on me, rolling her hips passionately, I felt chills traveling through my body. I wrapped my arms around her waist and supported her movements, her breathing became heavy and I was nearly out of breath but couldn't bring myself to stop, in her warmth I could hardly recall what had caused me so agony earlier on. I no longer felt wrath towards anyone or anything, my mind was wiped clean. Her p*ssy felt both hot and cold at the same time, she was deep and wet which made penetrating easy, I pressed into her and she whined in climax. Louie buried her head in my shoulder. letting out exhausting breaths, her breast slapped against my chest, I ran my hands through her body as if kneading dough but in a more endearing way, There was a feeling of accomplishment in me, my hunger was truly satisfied though not by my wife but by someone else. She got off my thighs after I came inside her. She climbed out of the bed and tip toed towards her clothes that were spread cross the floor, she sliped into her uniform, and wrapped her hair up just the way it was when she came in. She looked at me, I was still laying on the bed but I was staring right back but neither of us had anything to say. I felt a very important need to say thank you, perhaps it was for her understanding or her body but I was grateful.

Some strands of hair stuck to her face from all the sweat on her forehead. She seemed cold afterwards, I wasn't sure what to think with Louie, she picked up the remaining books and put them on the shelf. “ Don't forget to eat your dinner Mr Dalton, ” she said in a colourless tone and walked out just as so.

Dumbstruck by her actions as she quickly went back to character. I soon realized that I'd just signed an unspoken deal with this strange woman. This was the first and it certainly wasn't going to be the last time, I was taken by her, not just from the s*x alone, I was taken by her in every way and I wanted to have more of her.

A few days after and Louie went on as just a simple help, I stared pointedly at her unable to control myself but she seemed normal, she was a great actress indeed, after that incident we never talked about that rainy night and we didn't speak to each other. With Margret, Louie was quiet and almost invisible as though she was standing behind Margret's shadow. Louie was wistful and silent, standing around, waiting to assist anyone in any way. Margret commanded all the attention and left none of Louie. The day of her beloved friend's book lunch, She pestered me to accompany her, perhaps her friends were eager to meet her husband and I was eager to flaunt my good looks at the brilliant Mr Richardson. I made no complaints and got in my favorite tuxedo. The thought of her invitation gave me a sense of importance, perhaps she realised that it was finally time to show me off. She walked in on me trying to fix my tie, as much as I was excited, I was also nervous, I'd never been introduced to Mr Richardson before and I already knew so much about him from his book, I couldn't say he was brilliant writer cause then I'd be a fan like every other woman.

“And I thought I was gonna make us late today,” she said, crossing her arms underneath her chest. I looked to her and found myself struck by her elegance. Margret looked dazzling in a black sequence dress, she had on black stiletto heels with a light makeup on her face, she never made up, she was always about her natural skin and looks, even on our wedding but luckily for us she was beautiful regardless.

“You look stunning,” I blurted out,

She paused and smiled as she approached me, “Let me help you with that,” She adjusted the tie on my neck and knotted it up again, she was standing so close, it almost felt like there was some kind of magnetic pull whenever I was around her. Could I be in love her? I wondered, scanning her hair, down to her slender figure, I gazed at her, I leaned in to kiss her.

“We're late, let's go!” she pulled herself from me and headed out. I was perplexed by my attempt to kiss her, in fact I'd made many failed attempts to kiss her but I couldn't understand why. I never wanted to kiss anyone, why her?, why Margret?.

At the book launch, Margret immediately blended with the crowd, greeting, hugging and shaking hands. “My goodness Margret!” a lady approaching us, exclaimed.

“Mariah this is Alfred Dalton,” she replied, I was frozen by her colourless introduction.

“I'm her husband, ” I quickly stepped in, the lady turned to Margret and back to me, “well Margret you didn't tell me your husband was this handsome,” she remarked happily and shook my hand.

“Have you seen Andre? ” Margret asked peering about.

“He's about to give his speech.” Mariah answered and shuffled away quickly, holding the hem of her long green dress. I looked around and wondered why Margret was the fairest of them all. It almost looked like it was her book launch. There were pictures of the book cover pasted on the walls and there was a copy of the book on a stand.

A man stood before the crowd in a velvet blue tuxedo, it was just the man I wanted to see and he was the man of the hour. The crowd went Silent as he picked up the microphone. “Good evening everyone!” he shouted and the mic made an abrupt screeching sound.

“I'm sorry, I keep yelling at these things, I'm not quiet use to them” he joked and the crowd laughed,

“Now i can say It's finally done … I worked on this book for almost a year and I want to give special thanks to everyone involved in making this little dream of mine a reality ” he said and everyone clapped heartily, “Thank you Mr Dominique my editor, Mrs fancher for your support and Mrs Hamish for being an inspiration to me.” he finished with a toast, lifting up the glass of champagne in his other hand. Margret cheered enthusiastically. She grabbed me by my hand and led me through the crowd to Mr Richardson who'd only just finished his toast.