That must be the reason.
Otherwise, there is no plausible or sane explanation for the wanton behavior that I’m exhibiting right this very moment.
Me… an upstanding member of this community and member of the New York State Bar. A reputable young woman who now stands in an elevator with Mike’s lips roaming my neck and his finger sunk deep inside of me.
He wasted no time as he pushed the button to our floor and the doors closed. He stalked toward me, cupping my head to bring my mouth to his, and his other hand going directly between my legs.
It was a thrilling turn on, causing waves of pleasure to pulse through me, while his tongue dominated mine in the most searing, sexually explosive kiss I had ever been given. His expert hand softly fondled me for a moment, and then he was inside of me, curling his finger in a way that had my knees buckling. He immediately saved the day by pushing one of his legs in between mine to hold me steady.
When the elevator starts to slow near our floor, Mike calmly removes his hand, smoothes my dress down, and gives me a light kiss on my nose. I manage to drag my glazed eyes up to his and mumble a word of “Thanks”, to which he smirks, “Any time.”
When we get into the room, which is fabulously gorgeous and does indeed have a huge balcony overlooking Central Park, Mike asks, “Do you want another drink?”
Away from the sexy foreplay in the elevator and now faced with a man who seems super composed and calm, I’m suddenly very shy. I shake my head no, however, because I want to get this moving… back to the land of sex and lust, where I can get lost and forget about my heartaches.
Smiling, Mike crooks a finger at me, and I walk up to him. When I’m within reaching distance, he takes my hand, softly rubbing the back with his thumb.
“So, how often have you done this… used One Night Only?”
“This is my first time,” I tell him, red staining my cheeks.
“Really?” he asks in surprise. “You seem so confident… at least, downstairs you did. Now I’m seeing it though… a touch of shyness.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I’m not getting cold feet. I’m going through with this.”
“Damn right, you’re going through with it,” he says with a confidence that is slightly menacing, but strangely sexy. “I felt enough of your response in the elevator to know that. But don’t worry… tonight—I’ll lead.”
Just like that, my nerves quiet and a sense of bold confidence takes root. Taking a step back from him, I reach to the side of my dress and drag my zipper down. “You can lead. But I’ll start.”
Mike’s eyes go darkly intense, cutting deep into me. “By all means,” he murmurs.
Peeling my dress off, I let it slip to the floor and step out of it. I chose my lingerie carefully tonight, opting for a black lace bra that made my B puppies look like Cs and a matching lace G-string that tied at my hips. I leave on my four-inch black Louboutins—compliments of Macy—knowing they add to my overall sex appeal.
Now that I am virtually naked in front of him, and taking note of the way his eyes roam hungrily over my body, and yeah… now noticing the impressive erection that is tenting his dress pants, I have another case of shyness overtake me.
“It’s your turn to take over,” I tell him, hoping he’ll become the leader he promised me he’d be.
Mike steps up close to me and grazes his knuckles over the swell of my breasts. My body shivers, and he gives a rumble of appreciation deep in his throat.
“Standing up or lying down? Bed or balcony? Missionary or doggie style? Any preference?”
His voice is low, gravely, filled with sex and lust, and my mind swims with the possibilities. Swallowing hard, I say, “I don’t care… as long as there’s an orgasm involved.”
Chuckling, Mike sweeps me up in his arms and starts carrying me to the bed. “I guarantee you two… to start out with.”