Erotic Encounters (12 page)

A woman whose identity he didn’t even know.

Trish wasn’t sure exactly what to do or how to proceed. She had never had a man’s cock in her mouth, just as she had never experienced having a man’s mouth on her pussy. What his mouth did to her was breathtaking. And then when he had thrust his tongue into her mouth…well, experiencing her own taste for the first time startled her. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

Any further thoughts she might have had about this new sensation had quickly evaporated in an incendiary rush when she felt his cock pulse and twitch in orgasm. She had never experienced a man’s orgasm in quite that way. Just the memory of the experience propelled her toward yet another climax.

Her chest heaved and her blood raced hot and fast through her veins. Her pussy walls grabbed, contracted and convulsed in orgasmic waves as his mouth brought her to yet another unbelievable orgasm. Never in the twelve years since she lost her virginity in a totally unsatisfactory coupling had she realized sex could be as exciting, breath-taking and incredible as what she was experiencing with Jonathon Rutledge.

His breathless words echoed through her mind…
suck my cock
. A tremor of anxiety attacked her concerns about her lack of experience. His cock looked so large. What if she did it wrong? He’d know she wasn’t what she purported to be. He’d know she was a phony. Would he grab off her mask? She had chosen to present herself as someone who had done it all and knew the score. He would surely be suspicious if she didn’t do anything.

His tongue thrust in and out of her pussy in several quick jabs, then he laved her swollen clit. Her entire body shuddered as the delicious sensations raced through her. She opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, and a moment later, his cock head blocked the sounds.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft. The extreme hardness surprised her. She tested her tongue against the texture of his cock head, her actions uncertain. The smooth velvety feel excited her already stimulated senses. She closed her lips around this new delight and flicked her tongue across the head several times before actually sucking on it. She had never sucked on any part of a man’s anatomy, not even a finger. It was all so new.

And so very exciting.

The texture titillated her awareness, a sensation unlike anything she had ever encountered. A warm feeling filled her, separate from the exquisite orgasmic convulsions that continued to sweep through her body. What his mouth was doing to her was only slightly more exhilarating than having his hard cock in her mouth, an action so forbidden and at the same time so enthralling.

He thrust his hips, and she took more and more of him into her mouth. She tickled her tongue along his rigid shaft, the sensation stimulating her desires. Her mind swirled in a foggy cloud of euphoria. Her entire body coursed with an almost out of control ecstasy.

Without even consciously intending to, she found herself cradling his balls in her hand as she sucked voraciously on his hard sex. A new treat more tantalizing that she could have imagined. Something that sent her ardor into overdrive.

Yet another intense orgasm rippled through her body. There had been so many she lost count. Her pussy muscles grabbed at his tongue as they contracted in rapid succession. Her lips tightened around his shaft and her tongue fluttered across the velvety head as the convulsions totally claimed her. A moment later he pulled his cock out of her mouth, surprising her with the sudden loss of the new treat.

He quickly rolled on another condom, then repositioned himself and penetrated her still convulsing pussy with his throbbing shaft. Long deliberate strokes soon gave way to shorter thrusts as his fervor grew to a peak. He again took control of her mouth, thrusting his tongue into the dark recesses with the same rhythm as his cock delving deep inside her pussy. It didn’t take long before the hard shudder of climax ripped through him.

Jonathon slowly rolled off her body, his jet lag and lack of sleep catching up with him. He was definitely all fucked out, at least for the time being. He stretched his tall frame out next to her body and wrapped her in his arms. The frenzy of heated sex had been satiated. He fought to bring his labored breathing under control.

About the only conscious thought he managed to formulate centered around her hesitation, the way she had tentatively approached taking him into her mouth. Even the words she had cried out when he had sucked on her clit.
I’ve never—

Had she meant it literally? She had never had a mouth on her pussy before? Combined with her tentative approach to sucking his cock, was it possible this was the first time she had ever participated in oral sex? That she was not the experienced wanton sex goddess she pretended to be?

He ran his fingers along her jaw line, across her shoulder, then tickled them over the swell of her breast. Her soft moan echoed his euphoria. He propped himself up on one elbow, leaned forward and teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Everything about her excited him more than any other woman ever had.

Who was this woman who set him on fire, both body and soul? One night was not going to be enough. He suspected a lifetime would not be enough. He tangled his fingers in her hair, but as soon as he touched her mask, she immediately brushed his hand away.

“No. Please don’t…”

“You’re not going to let me see your face? To know who you are?” At first it had been a tantalizing and exciting game, but now he wanted to know her—who she was, what she thought, what she liked to do. What she liked to do
when she wasn’t in bed
. He ran his fingertips across her shoulder, then cupped her breast in his hand. Who was she? Why didn’t she want him to know her identity?

An errant thought popped into his mind, accompanied by a quick surge of panic. Was she married? Maybe even the wife of someone he knew? Was that why she insisted on hiding her identity? He grabbed her left hand and stared at her ring finger. No wedding ring, not even any indications that she normally wore a ring on that finger. A wave of relief washed over him. He quickly kissed the inside of her wrist, hoping the gesture would cover what his true intention had been.

He sank back into the softness of the bed, continuing to hold her hand as he clutched it to his chest. He closed his eyes and allowed the softness of her touch to flow through his veins in the same way his blood flowed through his body. They remained quiet for several minutes, one thought constantly circulating through his mind. He wanted to make love to her. Not the frenzied urgency. Not the demands of wanton sex. He wanted slow, sensual, tender, intimate love making. The kind that produced the lasting glow of fulfillment.

He kissed each of her nipples followed by a string of kisses up her throat. He found her mouth. A sweet kiss. A tender kiss. A loving kiss that told of emotional need.

She was a sexy woman he had picked up at a party for the sole purposes of a hot night of recreational fucking. He didn’t know who she was or even what her face looked like. How was it possible that his thoughts and feelings had turned from the physical pleasures and a lustful need to an emotional one? What was there about this woman…this
stranger
…that had his thoughts wandering in such a strange direction?

He was tired of living alone. The carefree bachelor life was never what he strived for. He owned a house, but what he really wanted was a home. A house could never be a home without someone to share his life. Someone to share the highs and the lows, the successes and the failures. Someone to share more than just living space.

Someone to love.

His kiss deepened. He reached for another condom packet and quickly rolled it on his hard cock. He nudged her legs apart, positioned himself between her thighs and slowly entered her.

The sensation was physically exhilarating, but this time it carried an added emotional element, one that both confused and excited him. Her pussy muscles closed in around his hard shaft, encasing him in that hot cocoon he had grown to anticipate. He moved in and out, at first with a deliberately slow pace that spoke of intimacy and feelings as well as passion and physical desire. Each of his down strokes met with her equally enthusiastic upward hip thrust.

At the culmination of each stroke when his hardness was buried all the way inside her, he paused for an instant to fully savor the totality of the moment, the closeness that enveloped him. The pace quickened as the physical need reached out to each of them. He held her tightly in his arms. Long, slow strokes turned to quicker thrusts. Her body writhed beneath him, her cries of ecstasy telling him she was very near to orgasm. Another couple of thrusts, then one last deep plunge and he joined her in the ultimate rapture. He held her body tight against his for several minutes before finally rolling off of her.

His mouth found Trish’s again, his kiss as hot as it had been before only this time without the frenzied urgency attached to it. The kiss was deep, sensual and curled her toes the same way having his hard shaft buried inside her did. She ran her fingers through his thick hair.

No one had ever filled her so completely or penetrated her so deeply. It was almost as if his cock had gone so deep inside her it had struck virgin territory. The exquisite sensations had enveloped her entire body. He was everything she had dreamed he would be. Everything she had fantasized. Everything she had hoped for. And so much more. She had never before experienced a man’s mouth on her pussy, but she knew that it certainly wouldn’t be the last time. Her body tingled from the intense orgasms he had already given her.

And the night was still young.

The sensation of his strong heartbeat resonated to her fingers. She wanted to take off her mask, to rid herself of the last bit of covering, but she knew she didn’t dare. She could never allow Jonathon Rutledge to know the true identity of his mystery lover. If he knew, her embarrassment would be so acute that she would never be able to face him again. She would have to resign from her job before he fired her, a job she loved, working for a man she greatly admired for his business ethics and expertise.

And that wasn’t the only thing she admired about him.

Her thoughts turned toward her rapidly escalating concerns about whether she had made a horrible mistake, one she would soon live to regret. One night, that was all she had wanted. One night of unbridled passion with the most incredible, desirable, sexy man she had ever known.

Just one night.

In the last few hours, she had participated in pleasures more intimate, more sensual, more unbelievable and more enthralling than she had ever dreamed possible. And with a man she could easily fall in love with if she gave it half a chance and he offered her even a hint of encouragement. Maybe over the last three years she had already fallen in love with him—gradually, slowly, almost imperceptibly as she maintained her prim and proper business attitude day after day at the office.

He had flirted outrageously with her in the hotel ballroom and assumed she would go to bed with him. He whisked her away to his room for the sole purpose of sex without even knowing who she was or anything about her. On the surface, that would make him an arrogant playboy. But then, she had dressed the part to purposely entice him. The difference was that she knew the person underneath that pretense, a façade no more indicative of the real man than the pirate costume he had chosen for the party.

He pulled her body close to his, holding her tenderly in his arms. It felt so good, so right. It felt like something she wanted to have last forever. She ran her fingers through his hair, then arched her back to thrust her breasts toward his mouth. A moment later his lips were on her nipple, then his tongue licking and teasing the puckered flesh, finally drawing it inside his mouth. He gently suckled, sending a warm wave of contentment through her body. The feeling was totally different from the frenzied urgency of earlier, but every bit as pleasurable.

She stayed in his arms. He gently stroked her hair. Before long his caresses stopped. His slow even breathing told her he had fallen asleep. A little smile of understanding tugged at the corners of her mouth. He had returned from London late Thursday night and had been in the office for a full day of work Friday morning. She didn’t know how much sleep he had gotten Friday night, but she knew he had several things on his schedule for Saturday, which precluded his sleeping late on Saturday morning. And then Marty Collins’ costume party tonight. There was just no way he could have recovered from his jet lag. And adding several hours of hot, urgent and frenzied sex…he couldn’t have stayed awake much longer.

And then he made love to her, beautiful and tender with all the caring anyone could ever wish for.

Her own eyes grew heavy, but she didn’t dare fall asleep. She couldn’t afford to be in the vulnerable position of having him wake up and remove her mask. A touch of panic tried to take hold. As much as she wanted to spend the entire night with him, leaving now while he was asleep was going to be the most expedient thing to do. It would eliminate any questions, difficulties or awkward moments.

She didn’t regret one minute of the intimate time they had spent together, but now that time needed to come to an end. She had to leave as quickly as possible. No matter what she tried to tell herself, and no matter how enthralled she had been with the last several hours, there was no doubt in her mind that the long term effects of her actions would prove her decision to indulge her fantasy had been a very foolish idea.

Was she executing a cowardly retreat? Sneaking away while he slept? Should she stay and be accountable for her actions even if she didn’t reveal her true identity? She had always been a responsible person, but this was different. Panic grew until it touched every part of her.

Slowly and carefully, she eased out of his arms and edged toward the side of the bed until she could stand. She hurried toward the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later with her dress on and her hair smoothed back. After confirming he was still asleep, she searched for her shoes. She spotted the high heels half hidden under the bed. She moved quietly across the carpeting and picked up her shoes, her plan being to tip toe out of the room.