I was seeing a part of Wiremu Tone I doubted many people had ever seen before. For the last couple of hours, we went through his favorite and not-so-favorite playlists and jammed along with them all. We ended up sitting on the floor, cross-legged, humming along with The Eagle’s Hotel California. Wiremu was jamming along with every tune, making me laugh every now and then as we got comfortable with each other. It felt good, spending time with a guy who wasn’t only trying to get in my pants, and it was especially nice, when he slung his bulging biceps around my waist, pulling me closer with a gentle tug.
I laid my head on his shoulder, rocking gently along with him as his finger stroked my side. My skin tingled from the touch. My breath faltered when he pressed a soft kiss into my forehead, taking us both by surprise. We broke it off quickly. I stayed on the floor while he scrambled to his feet, our eyes averted as my heart pounded. Swooned and lifted even.
I was such a mess. I tucked a piece of blonde hair behind my ear, as he cleared his throat. The gentle trance, the music had placed us in, broke, drifting away slowly. I didn’t want the night to end, not yet anyway. Not when I was finally making progress, seeing this part of Wiremu, I had never caught a glimpse of before. A twinge of disappointment settled in the pit of my belly as he walked over to his window and checked something outside. The simple gesture made me feel unwanted in his presence, as if it was an indication for me to go.
I got up from the floor and brushed invisible debris from my skirt. Trying to look unhurried, I made a move to leave. I was near the doorway when he called out my name, making me turned around and face him.
“Where are you going?” he asked with a quizzical look in his face.
“Uh, home?” I said, sounding quite unsure.
He smiled suddenly. The corners of his lips turned up, brightening his handsome face, as he pushed back from the window. With his arms at his sides, he came toward me, our eyes never breaking eye contact.
“Why don’t you stay for a bit?” he asked. His voice had gone low, husky and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“S-sure,” I stammered.
“Do you want to listen to music again?” he asked, as his breath fanned over my cheeks. “I can put on another CD if you want.”
“I’d like that.” I said, nodding.
I waited for him to move away and do just that. But he didn’t. His male perfume lingered in my nostrils. His closeness did something to my head. I couldn’t think clearly when he placed his hands on my shoulders, his fingers kneading them. My body drooped in compliance, relaxing as my green eyes met a pair of hazel ones. I was drowning in his scent and in his eyes, and his proximity was driving me insane.
“You’ve got the most gorgeous eyes,” he mumbled under his breath.
Still unable to look away, I said, “Thank you. You’ve got the most amazing eyes, too, you know.”
He grinned. “You think so?”
I nodded in confirmation. “And you’re hot, as well.” I blurted out.
A laugh rumbled out of him, making my cheeks flushed, as I blinked through the haziness of desire. I couldn’t seem to think properly in his presence. Let alone string a few sentences together.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He was still chuckling as he said, “Well, I’m glad you think I’m attractive. It’s always good to hear that from somebody’s point of view.”
I pushed at his chest playfully. “I said you’re hot, not attractive.”
“Same shit, babe.”
My stupid heart swooned at hearing him use a nickname for me. My fingers tingled as my hand laid flat on his massive chest. His heartbeat thumped softly against my palm, making it intensely aware of his humanity. A warm-blooded man who was looking down at me with soft eyes, and I seemed to be falling for his charms as well.
I don’t know which one of us leaned forward, he or I, but once our lips met, it no longer mattered. His mouth was soft and yielding against mine. I closed my eyes. My eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly a few times, before I leaned closer to him. His expensive cologne doing something to my head, playing havoc within me as though wanting me to be the next victim.
I couldn’t believe I was making out with a guy I’d just met a couple of days ago. A guy who had seemed intimidating and grumpy as an old man when I’d first laid my eyes on him. I pressed myself closer, deeper into his arms as they wrapped around my waist. Our bodies met with a soft thump, our lips moved in complete synchronization. Wiremu combed his fingers through my blonde hair, tilting my head to the side for better access.
His tongue slipped out and coaxed me into opening. The tip ran over the seam, cajoling me to open up. I moaned softly in his arms. My own hands found its way up around the nape of his neck, pulling him down deeper to prolong the kiss.
“Wiremu,” I breathed.
“You taste so good, baby.” He growled against my lips.
Soft mewling sounds erupted from the deep of my throat. My fingernails dug deep into his skin, pulling him closer. My feet moved backward, our mouthes still attached, and our tongues dueling and lashing at one another. My purse landed on the floor, and Wiremu’s jacket followed suit. Passion sizzled, and ignited between us, making it impossibly hard not to act upon the attraction.
I felt my back hit the wall. My blonde hair swept away from my neck, and I felt the soft sucking of his mouth on my skin. I groaned gently as my head hit the thick barrier. My body tingled and lit up with fire as his hands roamed all over my body, feeding that spark of desire as I felt him open me up, his thighs settling in between mine.
Our lips grazed once again. While his fingers slid up and cupped my breasts, his lips and tongue attacked my upper orifice.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he said against my lips.
“Wiremu,” I repeated in a sigh.
“I want you so much, baby. I’ve always wanted to explore your sexy body with my hands and my mouth. I want to feel you in my hands. Your taste on my tongue as I make you come. That’s how I felt the moment you walked into the international center room,” he growled, his words nearly making me come right there and then.
I chose not to respond, instead wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing him down on the sofa. We fell down on the cushions, and yet our mouth never parted. We were too engrossed in each other, in trying to take off our clothes as lust took a greater hold of us.
I lifted up my head and kissed him all over. I peppered him with hot, wet kisses, all over the length of his neck. My mouth connected with his pulse point, and sucked down on it. I wanted to drive him crazy, just as he had driven me to madness as I felt his hands all over the small of my back.
“You sure you want this?” he snarled. His hazel eyes droopy and his thick lashes brushed up against his cheeks.
He was asking me if I wanted to have sex with him. Him, the man I had just met a little while ago and whose bed I was planning to share. I didn’t know what excited me most - the idea of sleeping with a dark, gloomy man, or the deep rumble of his voice. Perhaps, both.
I nodded at his question, my voice hoarse as I answered, “Yes. I want this. I want to lay in your arms afterwards too, Wiremu.”
He closed his eyes and pulled me down to him. He kissed me softly, gently and gradually, as his fingers grabbed ahold of my waist. His hips jerked beneath me, making me aware that the monster between his thighs threatened to delve into my wet opening. My blood pumped with alcohol. I was practically high, as he ground his cock against my pussy, his hands excavating my flesh deeper.
My legs were around his thighs, and my wet heat ground down on his erection. I couldn’t stop the loud moans that were erupting from my throat, nor did I bother to stifle my cries, as he cursed under his breath. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped us over and I was flat on my back.
His fingers fumbled with the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up until it was off. I watched with dazed eyes, as he unclasped my bra, tugging the cups down and revealing my mounds. My nipples perked up when his beautiful hazel eyes landed on the hard peaks, his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. At that moment, Wiremu looked like a predator hungry for his prey, and I cried out immediately when he latched onto my pink nipple. My back arched. My fingers wove into his dark mane and tugged him closer, burying his face in my chest as his tongue flicked my erect peaks.
“Delicious as fuck,” he snarled and sucked the tip.
I cried out in ecstasy. My head lifted up from the cushions, and my fingernails kept his skull there. My legs quivered around him. A ball of pleasure circled in the pit of my belly, threatening to wash over me, as I felt the suction of his mouth on my throbbing nipple. I couldn’t stop my body from thrashing beneath him. My breasts rose and fell as I watched him make his way down. First kissing my collarbone before fondling my mountain-like mounds.
I panted as he searched for the button of my jeans. His fingers shook from anticipation, as he lowered my zipper down, grabbing a hold of my jeans to yank the heavy material down. I lifted my hips, our eyes meeting. He pulled them down with one motion, throwing the denim fabric behind us. He lowered his gaze and inspected my black lace panties, licking his lips once more as if he couldn’t wait to taste my pussy.
He clasped the waistband of my panties and jerked it down, completely exposing me to him. I cried out softly when he spread my legs open, looking down at that pink meaty flesh between my wet folds. I was so wet. So soaked that I could it feel it down to my bones. I reached up and groped my own breasts, pinching and rolling the rosy peaks in attempt to stay aroused, although, I was sure I didn’t need anything else to stay stimulated, as long as he continued to inspect my cunt.
“Gorgeous,” he said before he dropped down to his knees.
I cried out softly when he dipped his face, burrowing deeper between my legs as his tongue poked out and stabbed at my soaked slit. I widened my stance and let him draw closer, as he ran the length of his tongue on my aching nub. I ran my fingers through his dark mane, massaging his skull in encouragement as he snarled. He suckled on my lower orifice, taking one lip in his mouth. I was already over the edge, and it was just a matter of time before I was coming.
I clenched my thighs as my inner muscles contracted. My scream filling in his whole apartment.