The Perfect Gentleman

Swoon

Luna

He wants to talk. About our personal relationship. I was definitely not expecting this. He’s got an expectant look on this face with his eyebrows by his hairline but I’ve got nothing. All I can do is stare at the gorgeous man in front of me. He’s wearing a tailored blue suit with a lighter shade of blue on the inside, his hair and beard are perfectly groomed and his lips, oh my God, those lips, they take me right back and its as real as if it were happening right this moment.

We had just stumbled out of Club Morgan, we’d spent about three hours together at the table by then. We had talked and joked and laughed while the drinks had kept on coming. Macy and Derrick had abandoned us for the dance floor some time ago and we hadn’t seen them since. Outside a black sedan was waiting for us. Samael had insisted I leave my car behind as I’d had too much to drink already. He’d opened the car door for me and I scouted into the back seat. We rode in silence for about fifteen minutes while he held my hand in his lap, his fingers stroking the back of my palm. I started to feel his gaze on me, it burned right through me and I had to look over. He leaned into me and kissed me fiercely, he’d tasted of peppermint and whiskey. He didn’t let up until we both needed air, we continued just like that for the rest of the drive. I remember feeling very at peace with my decision to go back to his hotel. Call me crazy but I just hadn’t wanted the night to end yet.

He was staying at an upscale hotel downtown, I didn’t get to see much of it as we had breezed right through the lobby and into the elevator in record timing. That’s where he had started kissing me again. It was as though we had never stopped, the chemistry between us was incredible, it hadn’t taken long for me to jump onto him wrapping my legs securely around his waist. He’d turned to ram me against the elevator wall just as the doors opened to our floor. Just like that is how we’d walked into his room, me controlling the kiss while grinding my cr***ch on his pants, I could feel his erection poking at me. I have no idea how he managed to open the doors, all I remember is when we crashed through them still locked in the kiss. I was becoming breathless. He took me straight to his bed and laid me down softy. I missed and craved his touch immediately. He just stared at me for what seemed like an eternity, he eyes roaming my body and for just a second his eyes held a flicker of doubt.

‘Are you sure you are want to do this?’ Samael asked.

I was already at the point of no return, I stripped out of my dress and looked up at him in just my panties. He wasted no time in ridding himself of his clothes. He locked eyes with me as he got onto his knees. We tucked two fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly eased them down my legs, his gaze never leaving mine. As soon as they were gone we pushed his face deep into my p***y and inhaled. He ran his tongue up and down my folds as I wriggled on the bed in pure ecstacy. This was just what I needed, its been so very long. He pushed me further up on the bed as he continued to devour my p***y. My moans filled the entire room. I was now grinding on his face desperate for my release. Samael inserted one finger into me and I tipped right over the edge, bucking hard and fast as I came while Samuel licked my juices up like ice-cream. I can’t remember ever coming like that in my life, I can’t even catch my breath. I open my eyes to see Samuel watching me with a smile on his face and my juices on his chin. He looks soo incredibly sexy, I can’t wait to have his d**k inside of me. He positions himself at my entrance, I’m soo wet he slids right in, I feel my walls expanding to take his d**k, it feels so f**king good. He starts to move slowly at first, in and out, then he picks up the speed out of nowhere. I stuff my fist into my mouth to attempt to stifle my moans. His d**k feels like pure heaven, I can feel myself cresting again.

‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes Samael!’

‘Damn Luna, you feel so f**king good’. He whispers in my ear, his voice is low an husky and its driving me insane. I hold onto his waist and pull him into me to deepen his thrust. His breathing is all heavy now. ‘Luna I’m going to c*m!’ He yells and we both orgasm and the same time, panting and moaning and dripping wet. He brushes some hair from my cheek and kisses me. ‘That was amazing Luna.’ He smirking down at me. he kisses me once more and flips me over on my back and enters me from behind. We f**k all into the night. Multiple positions and orgasms later we both fall asleep.

End of flashback.

Luna

I’m abruptly snapped out of my daydream when I realize he’s giving me that look again. What was the question, did I try to reach him? Of course I did, that night was amazing and I thought it could lead to more but I had given up on that. His explanation does seem very plausible and I mean really, what reason does he have to lie? He’s clearly a very busy business man. Still, he is now the client so therefore we work together and I’m not about to jeopardize my job.

I sit up a little straighter in my chair, I clear my throat a little and begin.

‘Samael, after the night we met I did try to reach out to you of course, Id both texted and called as I’d received no response from you eventually I’d moved on, there isn’t any hard feelings or anything of the sort but given that we now have a business relationship I think it’s best that we keep it professional going forward. Wouldn’t you agree?’

He leans back in his chair and studies me, I feel his eyes roaming over every feature of my face. He gives me the most beautiful smile.

‘If that is the only issue sweet Luna then I could always find a different Marketing firm for my company, of course.’ He smirks at me.

He actually smirked at me, he knows that that is not an option. I need this contract, it’s my first one. How would it look if I lost it right after they gave it to me.

Two waiters come in with our food, they leave as soon as they’ve deposited our food and refilled our drinks. We eat mostly in silence for the rest of the meal. We make a little small talk here and there but I think we are both just foodies enjoying their meal. My pasta is amazing by the way, so rich and flavorful and I sip on my wine all through the meal. It’s nice not to feel pressured to talk when all I really want to do is eat and enjoy my meal, I laugh to myself. He really is good company.

The waiter returns but we both decline dessert and Samael takes care of the bill. It’s already kind of late and I’ve got to work in the morning so Im ready to call it a night. I get to my feet and Samael comes around the table to stand in front of me.

‘Luna, I respect what your views on our business relationship, I can see that you value your job and I would never want to do anything to compromise it in any way. However if you look at it, our business relationship is of a temporary nature.’ He steps in even closer to me and tips my head back to look at him.

‘I’m drawn to you Luna. I want to, no I need to get to know you and I can’t wait months until our project has concluded to do that.’ He says as he stares into my eyes.

This is definitely a swoon moment. I feel like I’m inside a rom-com. His eyes move downwards towards my lips and his mouth soon follows. My lips react to his immediately and I feel butterflies in my tummy. He tastes amazing and I’m enjoying the feeling of his tongue wrapped up with mine. I grab a fistful of his hair and moan into his mouth. It’s another minute before we both come up for air. I’m breathing heavy and I can’t figure out how the hell that just happened.

Samael puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the restaurant. A black sedan pulls up and he gets the door for me. We drive back to my apartment in comfortable silence, each person in their own thoughts I guess. Samael walks me to my door and waits for me to unlock it. I turn to face him, he cups both my cheeks and kisses me gently then presses his forehead to mine.

‘Goodnight my sweet Luna, sweet dreams.’

I close the door and float into my bedroom. I take a huge sigh and drop backwards onto my bed. What a strange night, definitely not what I expected. I kick my shoes off and think about the last three hours. I tried to keep it professional but he’s insisting on something more. Why won’t he accept my suggestion to keep it professional? But more importantly why am I not upset that he didn’t accept my suggestion? Where did we actually leave things? And why am I feeling excited and flustered all at the same time? I drift off to sleeping dreaming of brown eyes, devilish smirks and peppermint whiskey.