Wrong Girl (19 page)

“Samantha,
you
can
have me.” He insists, staring deeply into my eyes.

“For
one night.” I mumble unenthusiastically.

“Yes.”
He sighs deeply, hanging his head in despair.

The
tension in the room is palpable. Neither one us knows what to say, we don’t
even know where to start. I glance up at him, taking in his weary expression
and hopeless stance. I can hardly believe I’m really going to say this, I can’t
believe it’s come to this. There’s no going back on this. Not now, not ever.

“If
all I get is one night… I’ll take it.” I tell him.

Zack’s
mouth falls open as he gapes at me in astonishment. I can actually hear his
heartbeat, its thumping so loud.

“You
mean… yes?” He says in absolute disbelief.

“Yes.
I want you, Zack. I know it’s unforgivable but I do, I’ve never wanted anyone
so badly in all my life” I lower my gaze towards the floor, scared to see any
trace of rejection in his eyes.

“Look
at me.” He demands firmly, forcing our gazes to collide.

His
eyes turn stormy as a hypnotic flame ignites. It captivates my very being as
does the pull I feel towards him. The irresistible, bewitching force that
exists between us is staggering, I’m absolutely certain this night and this
moment will be scorched into my memory for the rest of my days. No man will
ever be able to make me feel like this again. Never.

Zack’s
thumb slowly runs along the length of my bottom lip. He takes a step closer
towards me, towering above my small frame. My palms are sweating, my heart is
pounding and I can scarcely breathe. I need him to kiss me, he
has
to
kiss me before I do something really embarrassing. I might actually beg if he
doesn’t kiss me soon.

“Zack…”

“Ask
me to kiss you and I will.” He whispers, lowering his lips towards mine.

“Kiss
me. Please.” I beg him, licking my lips. I hope it will be enough to encourage
him and finally put me out of my acute misery.

Zack
groans loudly as his arms encircle my waist, dragging my body against his.
There’s so much chemistry between us, it’s beyond anything I’ve ever known or
imagined. Our lips collide with an impassioned violence, our desire for one
another is explosive. His tongue immediately demands an entrance, probing between
my lips as he seeks an entrance. I’m quick to submit to him, welcoming his
tongue to venture inside me.

“I’ve
wanted this for so long.” He growls, tangling his fingers in my hair as he
tilts my neck back.

“Me
too.” I reply, grabbing hold of his arms. It feels so good to familiarise
myself with the muscles he’s been hiding underneath his suit.

He’s
quick to catch onto what I’m wanting, hastily removing his jacket as well as
his tie. Zack’s physique is even more amazing out of his suit, his forearms are
toned and his biceps are large. He embodies everything that I desire,
everything that I want.

“I
need to get you out of this dress.” He whispers, turning me around so he can
unfasten my zip at the back.

I
close my eyes, practically trembling with fear. What if I don’t live up to his
expectations? The last woman he will have seen naked is my sister and her body
is flawless. I’ve seen her in a bikini on numerous occasions and she’s
absolutely stunning. She’s tall, slim, toned and perfect. She’s everything I’m
not and everything I will never be. I’m so close to changing my mind, so close
to putting a stop to this before it goes any further. However, my desire for
him is so powerful and so relentless, I don’t have the strength to stop this. I
need him too much.

Zack
slowly unzips my dress, removing it from my shoulders so I can step out of it.
I was intelligent enough to buy some new underwear, a lilac set with some lace
and delicate frills and all I can do now is hope that he likes it, pray that he
likes
me
.

 “Turn
around.” He instructs me, his voice masculine and deep.

I
do as he asks, turning round to face him. My eyes are still closed but I can
feel his scorching gaze on me, gliding up and down my body.

“I
know I’m not like her.” I tell him, slowly opening my eyes.

“I’m
not thinking about her. The only girl I see is you and you’re beautiful.” He
kisses my forehead, stroking along the length of my collarbone with his
fingers.

I
want him to be as naked as I am but lack the courage to undress him like he did
to me. I’ve never been bold or confident, promiscuous or sexual. It’s just not
me and pleasure is something I’ve always fought against, something I’ve denied
myself for so long. It’s difficult for me to allow myself the rewards of it
now.

“Undress
me, Sam. I want you to do it.” He urges me, guiding my hands to the middle of
his shirt.

It’s
though he can read my mind, understanding my thoughts and fears more than I do
myself.

“I-I’m
a little nervous. I don’t want to mess this up.” I stammer.

“You
won’t. We can do this together.”

He
guides my hands to the front of his shirt, starting with the top button. The
two of us begin to unfasten his shirt, slowly making our way down the small
buttons. I’m doing it by myself by the time I reach the final one and I’m
amazed by the fact I didn’t even realise until now.

I
inhale sharply when his shirt falls to the floor. His body is an absolute work
of art, chiselled, toned, defined and athletic. He’s irresistible and I’ve finally
reached the point of exhaustion, I’m done with fighting it and denying what my
body craves.

“Wow.”
I exhale loudly.

“I’m
going to take that reaction as a good one?” He asks, chuckling lightly.

He
tilts my face up towards his, lowering his mouth to mine once again. This time,
our kiss is far less rushed and not as hurried. Instead, we take our time. It’s
slow and deliberate, making sure it’s something we can savour and cherish. My
hands find their way to his waist as I trace my nails across his skin. Zack’s
fingers find the back of my bra, expertly releasing the catch so the small
scrap of material comes undone. He slides the straps down my arms, revealing my
naked breasts for the first time.

The
temperature in the room is cool, making my nipples erect and tender. I fight
the urge I have to cover myself from Zack’s lustful stare, knowing my unease is
not something he desires from me. Zack takes hold of my wrists, separating my
arms from my body. He has a direct view of my naked chest and I can feel the
fiery heat from his piercing gaze.

“You’re
stunning.” He murmurs softly, stroking his thumb down the side of my face,
along the length of my jaw and down my neck.

I
gasp at the sensation he thumb brings me as he starts to trail circles around
my right nipple. His left hand follows, mirroring the actions of his right.
Soon he has a breast in each hand, squeezing them roughly before he releases
his firm hold on me.

“Wrap
your legs around me.” He urges, lifting me up as if I weigh no more than a
feather.

He
carries me over towards the bed, gently lowering me onto it before he follows.
He separates my legs, placing himself between them as he supports the majority
of his weight on his elbows. We continue to kiss one another, exploring each
other’s mouths at leisure. The level of intimacy this creates is indescribable.
It’s as though he’s making love to me with his mouth, stroking the side of my
tongue with his own as it plunders inside me again and again.

The
next thing to be removed is my panties. Zack’s fingers slip underneath the
material, sliding them down my thighs and over my ankles, leaving me completely
naked before him. I made sure I shaved everywhere, hoping my lack of hair would
be something he would like. I know Rachel’s always gone for a Brazilian wax and
even though I’ve never been brave enough to get one myself, I still wanted to
be smooth and feminine for tonight. Hoping the razor did a good enough job, I
glance up at Zack, anxiously awaiting his reaction.

“Perfect.
Absolutely perfect. You’re so beautiful here.” He touches me there, his strong
digit pressing firmly against my clitoris.

 The
electric current this sparks within me is exquisite, a loud moan escapes my
lips, causing me to arch my body off the bed, craving more of his enticing
touch.

 “You’re
so turned on already, dripping wet for me. I can’t wait to taste you.” He says
reverently, breathing deeply.

“You
want to…?”

I
can’t even bring myself to say it. The thought of it fills me with
embarrassment, I’ve yet to experience oral sex and the idea of receiving it
from Zack is beyond anything I can comprehend. I know I should be flattered but
I don’t know if I’ll be comfortable with such an intimate act. I’ve only had
sex once in my entire life and that was with Paul when I was eighteen. The
consequences of that night were enough to put me off sex for life and I’ve
never been in a serious relationship since.

“I
really, really want to.” Zack whispers, leaning forward to kiss me. “In fact, I
want to taste you so badly… I’m going to have to do it right now.” He smirks at
me seductively, positioning himself between my trembling thighs.

His
strong hands grasp my upper legs, tugging them apart. I’m completely exposed to
him and almost squirming with the intense and self-conscious vulnerability this
makes me feel.

“Zack,
this is my first time.” I blurt out, covering my face with my hands.

“What?”
He pauses, taking hold of my wrists as he prises my hands away from covering my
face. “You’re a virgin?”

“No,
I mean it’s my first time receiving…”

I
hope my silence is enough for him to understand what I’m trying to say because
I have no intention of vocalising the fact that a guy has never pleasured me
with his mouth before.

 “No
one’s tasted your pussy before?” He states so matter of fact “Fuck, that’s hot.
I get to be the first.”

I
close my eyes and rest my head back on the pillow, I can feel Zack’s warm
breath against my sensitive skin, teasing me and my arousal until I reach the
point of pleading with him. I have no idea what it’s going to be like, how it
will feel or if I’ll even like it. All I know is I want his mouth on me, I want
his tongue between my legs and I want him to use it to make me come. I need my
climax, I crave it like I need air.

 A
blazing, electric current surges right through me the moment his tongue makes
contact with me. I want to clench my legs together, I want to squirm away from
his magnificent touch. The sensations are too much for me to handle, I’ve never
experienced anything like this before and as sinful as this is to admit… I want
more. I want him to make love to me with his mouth, pleasure me for hours and
taste my arousal. I want everything this man. I want him.

“Does
that feel good, baby?” He asks, tightening the grip he has on my thighs.

“Mmmm,
yes. Please don’t stop.” I plead with him, widening my legs for him.

Just
a minute ago I was nervous, self-conscious and unsure. Now I’m almost frantic,
tormented by the idea that he might stop, that he might slow down and leave me
uncomfortable and frustrated.

“I
have no intention of stopping. You taste way too good, like paradise.” He
assures me, instantly switching his attention back to my throbbing sex.

His
mouth latch onto my clit, suckling and licking with so much enthusiasm. It’s as
though he’s waited his whole life for this moment, determined not to let a
single second go to waste. My volume increases as do my moans of pleasure. Even
my excitement reaches new heights of splendour. How on earth am I supposed to
go a day without this type of blissful indulgence? I know I’m going to think
back on this moment for several years to come, nothing and no one will ever be
able to succeed in erasing this memory. It is mine for eternity.

Zack’s
digits separate my folds, revealing the softest part of me and making it more
accessible to him. His mouth remains on my clit as he tongue continues to taste
the intimacy of my stimulation. My fingers eventually find their way into his
head, curling into a fist as I rub my core against his face. My climax is
building and I realise that I have no control over it whatsoever. I feel like
my entire body is about to explode, erupt into a million pieces and detonate
before my very eyes.

“I
want you to come like this, can you do that for me?” He moans ardently, burying
his handsome face between my legs.

“I-I
think so.” I respond breathlessly, my lungs desperately seeking more oxygen.

“Good.
Just use me, baby. Fuck my tongue until you come. Come on me, Sam.” He orders,
accelerating the speed of his mouth around my hot, pleasure-seeking wet pussy.

I
do as he asks, grinding my hips and writhing about on the soft quilt. Neither
one of us wants this to end, so desperate for this incredible sensation to
continue. As much as I crave my release, I don’t want this transcendent,
unparalleled ecstasy to end. Ever.

My
orgasm is unstoppable, it pierces my soul and penetrates my heart, ruining me
forever. I don’t know how loud my cries of pleasure were, I really don’t care
if we were overheard. All that matters to me is the astonishing, unforgettable moment
we just shared together.