An Acute Attraction

An Acute Attraction

A J Walters

Copyright© A J Walters, 2013

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Front Cover Copyright©
John Walters, 2013

Dedication:

To the two most important young men there will ever be in my life. I love you so much and thank you for your patience.

Mum. X

Prologue

Turning back to me, he gently shifts the hair that is settled against my cheek. The same electrical charge I felt earlier is conducted through my body and fisting the hair at the nape of my neck, he brings his mouth down to mine. All I can do is to hold tight on to his athletic upper arms, afraid that my legs might buckle any moment now. Exploring my mouth, the taste of the whisky transferring from his tongue makes it all the sweeter. The kiss intensifies as he pulls me closer. Having the need to come up for air, he releases my mouth, but not before biting on my lower lip.

I watch on as he removes his blue suit jacket and tie, and I am caught up, mesmerized by this man. It is as though I have been drugged by his touch, by his kiss.

Never taking his eyes off of me, in a low dulcet tone he asks;

“Isabel, what do you want? What do you need?”

Only one answer comes to mind.

“You!”

The smoothness in which he delivered his question was suddenly gone. Roughly he takes my mouth again and this time both of our tongues are in search for what we want. While I have both of my hands flat against the taught contours of his chest, Marc brings one hand up in to my hair as the other desperately reaches for the hem of my dress.

Once he holds it, he uses both of his hands to pull the dress up over my head. He looks down at me, studying hungrily. All of the insecurities I had earlier vanish as he gazes at my ample breast, the nipples of which are audaciously teasing him.

“You are beautiful,” he breathes.

I can feel the sting of a tear at the corner of my eye, as no man has ever said that to me. Fighting to control my emotions, I can then see where this is leading.

“I have to ask, is it safe for us to do this? You know?”

He glides his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, “I know what you are trying to ask and yes it’s safe.”

  Without warning I shift the power of what he is doing over to me.

  Feeling brave I remove Marc’s clothing, revealing broad shoulders, a smattering of chest hair and a well-defined stomach. I inhale at the sight and smell of this man.
 All he is left standing in is his black boxer briefs. My hand reaches for him, when he abruptly stops me.

“My turn again.”

Marc presses delicate kisses down one side of my neck and shoulders. Taking off my bra and lace topped knickers; he discards them on to the floor. Once I am completely naked, Marc takes a hold of my full breasts, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, whilst taking the other distended nipple into his mouth. His touch is exquisite and already aroused from the foreplay, I let out a moan as my hands take in his hair.  I close my eyes to heighten the pleasure of him nuzzling at my breast.

I want this man and somehow Marc knows exactly what I am thinking. Pushing me back to one of the sofas, I stumble back on to it. Then grabbing my thighs he pulls me towards him so that I am now virtually lying on it, so I am open and ready for him.

I silently curse at the first touch of his keen tongue, playing and teasing. Slipping one and then two fingers into me to join his tongue causes me to release a sob of sexual pleasure, as they achingly slowly at first, work in unison.

My first orgasm is beginning to build. I am so close and this is how I want it to be. Marc sets a rhythm with his fingers and as I tighten around them, he rubs the most sensitive part of me with his thumb. That is the undoing of me and bowing my back, I come hard.  I am still breathing hard when Marc closes his warm mouth over mine. I can no longer taste whisky, but the sweet juices that had just gushed out of me.

“You are amazing Isabel.”

Having the need to touch him, I reach down, finding him hard and rigid. Fighting against the material of his briefs, I release him and I am able to wrap my fingers around. I can feel his erection pulsating against my palm and twitch when my thumb caresses the head of him. With a steady cadence of my hand; Marc groans. I want to be as attentive to him as he has been to me and share the glorious sensual connection we have. Soon the longing becomes too much for either of us, Marc desires release and I have an urgent need to feel him inside of me.

Taking my right hand, he holds it above me on the sofa and gently slides into me, which is made easier with my earlier orgasm. Hooking my legs over his shoulders means he can thrust deeper into me and it is only at that point I realise I still have my heels on. No matter, my body and mind is with this man in this moment. The velocity in which Marc moves in and out of me means we are both close to our impending orgasms. Feeling me tighten around him has the desired effect on Marc.

Panting heavily Marc calls “Come with me Isabel, please”

The noise from the both of us signals our joint climax.

Collapsing on top of me, spent and exhausted, Marc finally let’s go of my hand. My legs ache as I wearily drop them to his sides. Beads of sweat mingle as one as he lies outstretched across my body. In an attempt not to hurt me, Marc distributes his weight to one side.

After what seems like an eternity, Marc finally lifts his head and places a tender kiss upon my breasts. I shiver from both the touch of him and the cold that is now descending around us. Sliding out of me, Marc stands holding out a hand for me to take. No more words are exchanged until I’m enveloped in his warm arms and the comforting cover of his bed.

Kissing the top of my head, I hear Marc whisper for the second time just before sleep takes over us,

“You’re beautiful.”

Just how the heck did I get here?

Chapter 1

This is exactly what I, Isabel Chambers, need. Being a single mother to two; wonderful, intelligent boys, weekends like this never come along!

Working as a Junior School teacher certainly has its perks, especially when it comes to the summer holidays. This year however, is the first time that “number one” son is old enough to stay home alone and “number two” son is spending a fun packed week down in Suffolk, 150 miles away from home, with his grandparents. So having
nervously left him in their capable hands, I have checked into my hotel and it is only now I feel I can begin to relax.

Sat in the swanky hotel lounge, I can smell the luxury of the leather upholstery. I make sure I am sitting in a prime position so that I can participate in my third…no fourth favourite hobby…People Watching! I’ll let you guess the first three. The Haveril Lodge is located on the outskirts of a small town just 15 minutes away from where “Number two” son is staying. It isn’t particularly busy, but whilst sipping on a cool glass of Pinot Grigio, I am witnessing a steady stream of comings and goings.

There is a group of Spanish men, dressed in jeans, t-shirts or polo shirts. On their feet they wear cement splattered boots….Ah ha! They’re building a new science research park down the road; an ideal location, with it being twenty minutes from Cambridge and the University.

A middle aged couple both smartly dressed then attracts my attention. The gentleman, greying slightly, carries a suit with its protective cover and a black holdall. His petite wife, or partner, following him holds a floral hat box in one hand and wheels a small blue suitcase with the other….Wedding! I’d put my money on them attending a wedding.

I smile to myself. Weddings! Silently toasting the happy couple, I wish them good luck; they’ll need it at some point in their joyous life together. Not that I’m bitter or anything, Oh no! Having reached for my glass, I take a mouthful of the ever so sweet liquid. Not sweet in taste, but sweet for the situation I’m in right now. I slowly close my eyes savouring the taste, sighing with happiness. Opening them again I look up……

Holding back a cough and splutter I cover my mouth with my hand, so as not to lose any of the precious nectar I’m holding. Oh my! I intently watch the next guest to arrive in the reception, mesmerised, for all I know he could be walking on water for how his streamlined and buff body glides to the desk. Shifting in my seat, I try my best to over hear the conversation between this God of a man and the young receptionist. Standing at least 6ft tall, he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he leans over the desk. Although his dark brown hair isn’t especially long, the front strands flop deliciously over his face. I envisage running my fingers through it as he looks longingly into my olive green eyes. What tops off his look though is how damn hot he looks in the blue 3-piece suit he’s wearing. He casually leans against the desk with one hand inside a trouser pocket, looking directly at the
receptionist as she speaks; I am surprised she can even get a word out and not be hypnotised by his presence.  

It’s only when I feel the cold wine being spilled on to my lap, I realise I’ve been holding my breath. Dammit! I stand putting my glass down on to the glass table in front of me. Wiping my now wet trousers down, I curse to myself. Embarrassed and blushing furiously, I look around to make sure nobody has seen me make a complete arse of myself. Oh God, please don’t let him have seen. Glancing over to the desk I notice he’s no longer there. Should I be relieved? What if he saw the whole spectacle? Dropping heavily into my seat I yet again curse, being clumsy is just one of my faults, along with suffering from ‘Foot in mouth syndrome’…Oh and being too inquisitive has got me into trouble in the past, yet I still haven’t learning anything from it.