Unforeseen desires : an unexpected encount

The breakfast

Darren returns to the room after a few moments, dressed in black suit pants and a white shirt with some buttons undone. The slight sadness I had detected in his eyes when I mentioned his house and, by extension, his wife, has completely disappeared, replaced by a playful glint. I haven't moved from the couch; I've only cleared away the croissant crumbs and our empty dishes from the tray.

"I'll be working all day, but we can meet here tonight if you want," Darren suggests.

"Yes," I practically exclaim.

Darren, who was facing away from me, turns around sharply and chuckles at my enthusiasm.

"Yes, we can do that," I add in a calmer voice.

"What time do you work?" Darren, now properly buttoning his shirt and tying a tie on the side of the couch, asks.

"Ten in the morning," I reply. "Why?"

He checks the imposing watch around his wrist, probably a Rolex, I think; Louis had a similar one.

"Just wanted to know if I have time for breakfast."

Breakfast? He just had it. I admit I'm having trouble understanding what more he could want. He finishes tying his tie without any trouble and approaches like a predator stalking its prey, and in this case, I'm his prey. My upper row of teeth bites my lower lip as I watch this little spectacle.

I get up to go to the bathroom to freshen up, and Darren follows closely. I even wonder if he's going to enter with me but then he grabs me by the waist as soon as I pass the bed. He presses his warm body against my back and plants sensual kisses on my neck and throat. When I least expect it, actually, I didn't expect it at all, his hand lands on my left buttock, and my skin starts heating under his palm; I'm sure it's already turning red.

His hands travel from my thighs to my hips, lifting his T-shirt in the process, and continue their ascent until he removes it completely. I then understand that the breakfast he mentioned is me. The garment ends up in a corner of the room, and he takes my breasts in both hands, rolling the n*****s between his fingers; they almost instantly harden. My back arches, and I tilt my head back onto his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. I feel his mouth curve into a smile just before he bites into the skin of my shoulder.

"Darren," I sigh with pleasure.

He turns me around and tips me onto the bed, then takes position on top of me, resting on his forearms. His lips explore every inch of my chest skin but never venture onto my breasts. His tongue traces the contours before wrapping around my stiff n****e, then his teeth sink into my flesh. It causes a slight pain, but it's also incredibly exciting and pleasurable. When he decides he's played enough with one, he goes straight for the other, being careful not to harm my piercing. I arch my back even more, pressing my nearly naked body to his.

"I love how you react to what I do to you," Darren interjects.

He pulls my n****e between his teeth one last time before letting go. He removes my underwear with expert hands and makes me spread my legs. His kisses start at my left ankle and dangerously climb up; my whole body is simmering, the tension is palpable, and Darren is enjoying it. His mouth ascends very slowly on my leg, stops at my groin before reaching the center of my pleasure and follows the same path on the other leg.

"f**k, Ava, you're soaking wet," Darren exclaims as he runs his index finger along my slit.

He brings his index finger to his mouth and licks it without taking his eyes off me. How can he be so sexy with such a simple gesture, and why is it so erotic?

"That's what I was saying, delicious."

He dives headfirst between my thighs and immediately takes my swollen and sensitive c******s between his lips. I let out a cry as he sucks it rather hard, not in pain but in pleasure. Darren takes it upon himself to tease me, licking, nibbling, and sucking the most sensitive part of my anatomy. My hips rise to meet his face, and I arch myself to the extreme when two of his fingers penetrate me and stimulate my G-spot simultaneously with Darren's tongue caressing my c******s.

"Darren," I gasp, feeling my orgasm approaching.

"Not yet, my beauty," he replies with authority.

I hold back as much as I can, albeit with some difficulty, since Darren intensifies his movements, whether with his fingers or his mouth. One of my hands has found its way into my lover's hair, and I tug on a few strands when the pleasure becomes too intense, while the other clings to the sheets as if my life depended on it.

The climax is near, too close, but Darren hasn't allowed me to surrender to it yet. I've never waited for a man's permission to climax; I was already grateful just to climax, but it's different with him. I love the sensations it gives me.

"I... Darren... please," I plead.

I don't think I can endure his caresses much longer without them consuming me.

"Go ahead, Ava, come for me, my beauty."

As soon as his words reach my brain, pleasure washes over me, and I explode against him. My back arches, my cries resonate in the room, my grip in Darren's hair tightens, and I can even hear him growl deeply.

I think this is one of the best orgasms I've ever had with just lips and fingers. I let myself fall limply onto the mattress, trying to regain normal breathing.

Darren sits up and locks his gaze with mine just before bringing the two fingers that were inside me moments ago to his mouth and licking them in a rather suggestive manner. My still sensitive and pleasure-swollen intimacy contracts at the sight; it's so incredibly erotic. The palm of his hand reddens the side of my other buttock, close to my hip, and I realize I'm biting my lip again. If the slight pain of a spanking excites me this much every time, I'll be biting my lip more often just to experience that sensation.

"I want to bury myself in you when you do things like that," he says.

Yes, screams a little voice in my head, and I completely agree with it. He quickly checks his watch and grimaces before looking at my entire naked body. Despite his eyes burning with desire, I still feel uncomfortable being watched this way. I feel like by doing this, he might discover physical flaws he hasn't seen yet, and that could make him run away. After all, I'm far from having a perfect body, and he could easily find someone better in a minute.

"That will have to wait until tonight; I'm going to be late," he says.

Darren moves away from me this time and heads back to the living room. However, he returns quickly, dressed in his jacket. Although his demeanor is more professional, his eyes remain burning and mischievous. He picks up my little panties and stuffs them into the pocket of his jacket.

"My panties," I protest, "are you planning to steal them every time to add to your collection?"

"Maybe, but I want to remember your scent while thinking about everything I'm going to do to you tonight," he retorts in a raspy voice, as if making a promise.

How does he manage to do that? Excite me so much with just words, awaken my desire even though he's just made me climax so intensely. He winks at me before leaving; I hear his steps on the other side of the wall, the sound of the elevator going up, its doors opening, and then Darren's voice resonates in the room and throughout my body.

"I'll show you that the beast in bed isn't the devil."

I imagine his mischievous smile and a wink if he said that in front of me. He wants to make me impatient; I can't see any other explanation. I lie back on the bed, a smile on my lips, and my mind filled with X-rated thoughts, eagerly anticipating returning later in the evening to extinguish the fire Darren has ignited in me.