By the time we reach the dessert course, I’m tipsy on the excellent wine and Tim’s intense attention. He’s so direct as he tells me how much he admires everything from my work ethic to the ways my family gets along with each other...and how much he wants me. If only he knew how much that feeling is mutual! I notice that his cheeks are dark with stubble--he must have to shave twice a day if he has evening meetings--and I can see the vein in his throat pulse above the collar of his button-down shirt.
As he pays the check and calls for the valet, I’m feeling ready to just pull him into a dark alley to have my way with him. He’s so confident in this environment, telling people what to do and expecting that they’ll respond immediately. Which, of course, they do. I can tell the hostess hates that I’m going home with him. Her jaw is clenched when I smile at her, but her whole face warms when Tim tells her he’ll be sure to come again soon with Stag Law’s top clients.
The valet pulls up with Tim’s Volvo, and Tim’s hand lingers along my back as he opens the door and helps me inside. His skin leaves a trail of sparks up my back. “Where to now,” I ask him as he slides into the driver’s seat.
“Now, Alice, I’m taking you back to my apartment to fuck you properly.”
“Oh,” I say. Then I nod. I barely breathe the entire car ride. He slides into a spot in the garage and pulls me into the elevator. His mouth claims mine, his rough stubble rasping along my skin as he drags kisses along my collarbone. One hand slams the Penthouse button on the elevator while the other pulls me tight against his body. “I don’t want anyone to see,” I plead as his fingers sneak up the back of my skirt.
He growls against me, sliding his tongue into my mouth in response and I forget to worry about it. We tumble into his apartment and he picks me up, carrying me down the hall toward the room I last saw when I half dragged him to bed. God, was that only a week ago?
He throws my purse on the dresser and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I stand next to the bed, panting, and watching him undress. I am so eager to see all of him. Last time was so frenzied. I felt but couldn’t admire the perfection he hides under those tailored, designer suits. Tim’s muscles are long and lean and hard. The perfect V of his lower abs is hidden by the waist of the pants he stops unbuttoning. Tim walks toward me and says, “Turn around, Alice.”
I immediately comply, and moan softly as his fingers tease the back of my neck. He gathers and lifts my hair, searching for the zipper to the dress. Painfully slowly, he eases it down and I feel the halves of my dress peel open. “God, Alice, you are exquisite,” he says, running his hands along my skin. I feel the heat of his body against my back and I gasp as he lowers the dress and my panties in one short tug.
He turns me around and I reach for his pants. My body yearns to be pressed against his, fully naked. He dips his dark head and takes my nipple into his mouth through the material of my bra. His tongue swirls around the needy peak and I think I’ve never felt anything as nice as this. My hands find purchase in Tim’s boxers. I wrap my fist around his hardness, loving the smooth length of him in my hand. He continues his work teasing my nipples until I can’t stand any longer.
We tumble backwards onto his bed. He feels so good lying on top of me. So solid. I move my hands to his chest, loving the powerful feel of him. Tim starts to rub his cock against my seam and I cry out. He smiles and holds my gaze, teasing me slowly. Each time I’m on the edge of exploding, he backs off, returns to my nipples. “Tim, let me come. Please!”
I beg him, desperate for release. But he shakes his head. His voice is low and I feel his chest rumble as he says, “I want you to come around my cock, Alice. I want to feel your pleasure.” I sigh as he slides into me. “You’re so wet, baby.”
“You turn me on so much,” I tell him, but then I lose my ability to speak. I wrap my legs around his waist and the angle is just right. My clit rubs against Tim as he thrusts deep inside me again and again until I’m tumbling over the edge. My orgasm rolls through my whole body in waves. He teased me for so long, my entire body is on fire. I thrash and claw at his chest, screaming his name for an eternity.
“Fuck, Alice,” he says, looking into my eyes. “You are so sexy. This is so hot.” He rests his forehead against mine, keeping me still, and after a few more hard thrusts, I feel him spill inside me.
My bones have turned to jelly. I’m practically purring as Tim slides out and pulls me against his body. I hear him murmuring soft words to me as he strokes my arm, but I’m too overstimulated, high in the afterglow of a mindblowing orgasm. I drift off into a deep sleep curled against his body.