Sin and Desire (49 page)

              What do I do? I look away but it is obvious that I was checking him out. I blush profusely as I see out of my peripheral vision that he is heading this way. Is he going to call me out on looking at him? I brace myself for complete embarrassment as he approaches the counter.

“Excuse me, I'm looking for a book.” I'm shocked that he doesn't mention the fact that I was just staring him down and possibly drooling all over myself.

“Y-yes, of course.” I respond. “What is it that you're looking for?”

              He asks for a book that I'm very familiar with. It's one of my favorites. I let him go on about how he has been wanting to read it and I can’t help but try to study him up close. The structure of his face reminds me of one of those celebrity heartthrobs that get even better looking as they age from thirty to forty. He is very clean and well-put together, but not too uptight as shown by the slight masculine stubble adorning his face. His eyes are shining bright, but not at all innocently.

              When I realize that I should probably be doing my job, I quickly get up and lead him over to the proper section of the library. On the walk over, he introduces himself as Noah and I tell him my name, Melanie. I can't help but repeat his name in my head... Noah. As I grab the book he requested, I mention that it is one of my favorites and smile before I turn to walk away, but he stops me.

              “You say this is a favorite of yours. Would you like to get together and discuss it over coffee?” The look in his eyes tells me that he isn't only interested in literature and warm caffeinated beverages. I notice how he looks me up and down, following the curve of my hips outlined in my form-fitting pencil skirt, and the slight cleavage I am displaying in my favorite blouse. His eyes come back to my face and he smiles. “What do you say?”

              The next day, as I am walking up to the coffee shop we had agreed upon, I am feeling anxious and jittery. I had carefully looked myself over in the mirror before leaving my apartment. I had painstakingly picked out a casual but sassy black dress that shows off just enough of my physique to peak interest, but keeps me covered enough to allow for some mystery. I know my outfit and makeup make me look flirty and sexy, as my best friend had commented earlier, so I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the cafe, scoping out the place in search of Noah.

              I spot him sitting at a table in the corner of the room, looking down at the book I had helped him find the day before. For a moment I am concerned—does he really just want to discuss the book? Do I look ridiculous dressed like I'm ready for a fancy date? But as I approach his table, he looks up at me with flirtatious eyes, taking in my appearance, and I know now we are both here for the same reason.

              Noah invites me to sit down, and as I do, I look him over carefully. He is wearing another nice button down shirt, but with the first few buttons undone for a more casual look. His short hair is somewhat styled but he didn't spend hours getting ready—he didn't need to. Just the look of him had me melting in my seat. His strong, masculine attributes were driving me crazy, and his sexy voice just made things worse. He started the conversation off lightly, asking me a little about myself.

              I found myself telling him a lot about me, but realized halfway through the latte he had insisted on paying for that I did not know much about him. “So, what do you do?” I inquired.

              “Well, I work in the technology industry.”

I did not want to push him to give me any details, but I was definitely curious. He changed the subject, telling me how much he's enjoyed our date.

              “Well, if you enjoy this book,” he started, holding up the novel that we had only briefly discussed during our time there, “then you would probably love to see my library back at home.” I can see his intention clearly in his eyes, but after the numerous times I've almost jumped all over him during our chatting, I am excited at the chance to spend some more time with him, specifically alone time.

              As we walk out of the cafe side by side, I assume that the “library” Noah had mentioned was referring to his bookshelf at home, like the one I had at home. When we reach his car, I realize that this may not be the case. I have never seen such a nice car in my life! Well, at least not in person. He notices my mouth wide open in surprise at the sight of his slick black Porsche Boxster, but he just smirks slightly and opens the passenger door for me. I snap myself out of my trance and carefully get in the car, terrified to mess anything up.

              He, on the other hand, is much more relaxed as he fired up the impressive convertible. During our drive, I find myself wondering what his house will look like when we arrive. Something about the breeze through my hair on this beautiful day relaxes me, and I am smiling as wide as I ever had before, laughing and joking with the impressive man. During our flirting, now more intense, he reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. Rather than feeling awkward or embarrassed, I felt comfortable. I had a newfound feeling of freedom and urge for adventure with Noah.

              I feel a tingling as his hand slides higher up on my thigh. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like if he would just move it up to the spot where I now ache to be touched.

              We soon roll up to a large house peacefully secluded on a hill. I am overwhelmed at the size and intricacy of the design. It is four stories tall with a huge yard and a giant pool. I have never been in the midst of this type of luxury before, but instead of being caught up in all of the details, I am caught up in Noah. I take his hand as he leads me inside, both of us in a rush of excited energy.

              The inside is even more incredible than the exterior. We settle in the living room, equipped with an impressive bar from which Noah pours us both a glass of wine. I'm starting to think that we won't really be studying his library tonight. Rather, it seems that he is studying me. I look down and notice that my dress rode up on my thighs as I sat down on his big comfortable couch. I blush and look up at him, seeing that he has noticed the small bit of my panties peeking out from the hem. I hope he wants me just as much as I want him.

              He takes a seat next to me as he hands me my glass of wine. Being a shy girl who has never been interested by alcohol, I'm not much of a wine connoisseur, but I find myself downing the glass rather quickly because nothing seems off limits tonight, not with him. I've never been around someone with such a magnetic personality before, but he makes me feel confident, like anything is possible in this fantasy world of riches he seems to live in. As I begin to feel warm inside from the wine, I reach over and put my hand on his knee. He seems a little shocked by my forwardness, as I am naturally a bit reserved, but he smirks and leans in towards me, kissing me softly on my neck and down my shoulder.

              This teasing is driving me crazy and I can feel the warmth radiating from my pussy. I want more than anything to rip my dress off then and there, but instead I run my hand across his toned chest and unbutton a few buttons on his shirt. He must be getting really excited too, because he moves my hand, then stands up and rips his shirt right off. I gasp as he shows a more dominant side of himself, and also because I'm finally seeing his impressive body.

              He turns his attention to me, tugging my cardigan off and lifting me to my feet, then pulling my dress over my head. I am now standing before him in only my bra and panties, exposed, but I have never felt so confident in my life. He continues to kiss down my neck, moving his way to my cleavage before he tears off my bra hungrily. He pauses to look at my large exposed breasts with lust filling his eyes before he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over it while brushing the other one gently with his thumb. I can’t help but let out a moan as the pleasure overcomes me.

“You like that?” he asks in an aroused tone.

All I can manage in response is “Mmhmm, oh...”

              He takes that as an invitation and his free hand travels down my stomach to the edge of my lace panties. I instinctively move my hips upward to meet his touch, wanting him inside me. He slips his hand inside my panties and finds my clit, circling it softly. I can't hold in my desire and start moving my hips against his hand. I know he can feel how soaking wet I am. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, so full of pleasure I want to explode. He moves his hand out of my panties, and I instinctively let out a disappointed sigh.

“Oh, don't you worry, I'm not finished with you yet.” I purr as I hear the dominance in his voice, and watch as he takes off his pants, revealing striped boxers, but what really catches my attention is the huge bulge pushing against them. He kneels and pulls my panties down, finally getting a look at my clean shaven, pink pussy glazed with juices. “Damn, you’re wet. I
have
to taste you.”

              He leans down and brings his lips to my clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. I can’t help but squirm with the immediate pleasure pulsing through me, but he holds my legs apart with his strong grip, taking control as he slips his tongue across my slit, teasing me. All I want is to feel him inside me as I moan and push my hot pussy against his mouth. I feel my climax coming as the pressure and tingling increases with his rhythm.

“I need you to cum for me,” he demands. Those seven words send me completely over the edge, screaming with intense pleasure as my juices flow out and he laps them up. Panting, I lay back, recovering from my intense orgasm when he stands up, smirking at me, and begins to remove his boxer shorts.

              Finally, I get to see the mystery behind the bulge. My eyes watch closely as he tugs his boxers down and his huge erection pops out, hard as rock. I have never seen a cock as large as his, let alone being displayed naked right in front of one. I was nervous that I would be overwhelmed by his size.

“Wow, I don't even think I can fit you inside me!” I say at the sight.

“By the end of tonight, you will,” he responds. I smile back nervously, but in reality, I am very excited.

              I get up from my seat and kneel in front of him to admire his member more closely. I can't help but wrap my hand around it and squeeze, causing him to let out a moan. I gently put my lips around the very tip, circling the head of his dick with my tongue while I suck on it. His breathing is becoming heavier as I tease him with my tongue. I know I won't be able to fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I want to try. I lick up and down the shaft, all the way to the base to get it all nice and wet, then stroke it with both hands as I prepare to take him in my mouth.

              I put my mouth back around the head of his cock, teasing him again, only for a moment before I slowly begin taking him into my mouth, an inch at a time. I bob my head up and down his hard member, sucking him and flicking my tongue across the underside where he is the most sensitive. He can't help but moan as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. He tastes so good I can't help myself. Before I know it, I've taken so much of him into my mouth that I begin to gag on his huge cock, which makes it twitch with excitement even more. I can tell that he is about to cum from his moans and the jerks off his cock deep in my throat as I bob my head up and down on him faster and faster, sucking until I finally feel his hot cum spurting into my mouth and hear him yell, “Fuck!”

              I make sure to lick up and swallow every precious drop as he smiles down at me, pleased. He picks me up off of my knees and throws me onto the big couch, looking down at my completely-exposed body. I reach my hand down, playing with my clit as I am now yearning for another release like the one I just gave to him. He watches me play with myself intently, my moans and fingering causing his cock to rise steadily again.

              He is quickly ready for another round, joining me on the couch and positioning himself so that his hard cock is resting against my tight opening. He rubs the head up and down my pussy lips to tease me, and I squirm, my body begging him to put it in. He seems amused by my eagerness and plunges into me full force, causing me to scream out in both pleasure and pain, fitting his huge cock halfway in until he can't fit anymore inside me. He then slowly moves it in and out as I adjust to his size, pushing deeper and deeper inside me one inch at a time.

              Once he fits himself all the way inside of my hot, pulsing pussy, he begins to pump into me at more of a steady pace, using his thumb to play with my clit as I writhe in ecstasy, moving against him as I feel him deep, all the way inside me. He grunts as he pushes his full length into me, and just when I feel my climax building up, he picks me up and flips me over onto my hands and knees.

              When he reenters me from behind, I am overwhelmed as he hits my G-spot perfectly, creating an overwhelming sensation with every thrust, and I can't take it anymore. My moans grow into screams with each time his cock buries deep inside me, and I look back at him, almost pleading with him to let me finally cum all over his cock. He looks back at me with an aggressive passion in his eyes. He smacks my ass, grabs my hips and braces to fuck me harder than I could have ever imagined.

“Yeah, take it all, baby. You like feeling me deep inside you?” He asks as his pace increases along with my screams.

All I can get out in response in between my sounds of pleasure is, “Hnugghhh, yes! Please! Fuck me harder!”