I gently rap my knuckle on the cracked office door.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, come in. Close the door."
Nervously, I step into his office. Lightly pushing the door closed behind me. Taking the seat across from him, I sit up straight and cross my long legs. The charcoal pencil skirt rode slightly up revealing my thigh. I look over and lock eyes with his piercing ice-blue ones. A slight shiver rides down my back. He quirks up his lip in a half smile, Leaning back in his chair and adjusting his tie. That tie. Thee tie. My breath catches at the memory. The silk on my skin, the roughness of the texture. I cross my legs tighter together to try and relieve the ache that has settled there. He notices the change in me, as he always has, no matter how close or far we are from each other. He knows.
“Nathan,” I breathe in a small plea to break this pull he has on me.
“Miss Grey, I have called you into my office today on an important matter,” Nathan begins.
“Yes sir?” I say with growing confidence.
“I need you, to spend the day thinking about and growing on the idea of what transpired last night.”
My heart slams against my chest as I suck in a deep breath and am transported to our evening together.
The ambient light casts the perfect atmosphere in his apartment as he flicks the lights on. It’s a posh area. All dark woods and rich fabrics, grays and silvers lightly glint in the light of the sitting room. Splashes of bold turquoise through the room in perfect accents.
He pushes the door closed behind me with a soft click and takes my hand to lead me to the bar on the far side of the room. My sky-high blood red stilettos clicking across the wood. He pulls a high bar stool out for me and I slide myself up on it, highly aware of the lack of panties I now pose under my short skirt. Nathan leans down and presses a light kiss to my cheek grinning like he’s just read my thoughts. He turns away from me and slides his hand into his pocket where the lace of my panties is no doubt threaded between his fingers.
“What can I get for you?” he asks as he walks behind the bar.
“A glass of red, please.”
"Funny, I would have pegged you for a whiskey girl." He chuckles.
“Oh I am," I tease. “However, tonight I’d like to keep my wits about me, at least some.”
The way he looks down his lashes at me says I do not have a chance of being able to do that tonight. He sets down my wine in front of me with a devilish grin and turns his back to me. Nathan steps over to a stereo and sultry music starts from unseen speakers around the whole place. He then pours his drink, a whisky straight up. Oh, how I can’t wait to taste that on his lips. Coming around the bar he pulls out the stool next to me and rotates towards me.
“So, has the night started to fulfill your fantasy?” he asks.
“We’ve barely touched the surface. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. You demand my panties, but yet you haven’t even kissed me tonight,” I state on a slight pout.
Slightly leaning in like he is going to kiss me, he rests his strong hand on my bare thigh, passes my lips to my ear.
“Don’t rush perfection, love,” Nathan whispers, as he sits back against the stool smirking wildly.
I let out a breath between my teeth I hadn’t realized I was holding. My pulse racing at what he has planned for us. Warmth pools deep in my belly. My want coursing through my veins. His strong hand is still resting on my too-hot skin, intentionally tracing small circles with his finger. I stare him down. Locking his blue eyes with mine, till his grin fades to a wanting look of passion. Nathan stands up, lacing his fingers between mine and drawing me with him. He leads me slightly into the sitting room and pulls me tightly into his body. One hand firmly on the small of my back, the other still laced together, and we began to sway to the music. Our bodies move in unison, slowly. Pressed together. Feeling the heat between us rise.
Even in my heels and being tall for a lady, Nathan has several inches on me, his stout frame making me feel petite against him. I breathe in deeply letting his spicy, wooded, cologne take over my senses and making me dizzy with need. I sigh against him as I press my temple to his cheek, closing any distance between us. I feel him lean into me. A tender moment of just us. Our emotions known so deeply between each other but yet to be voiced.
“Frankie.” My name, a breath on his lips.
This is my undoing. My heart thudding against his chest, my body shivers. He pauses before lightly pressing his lips to my cheek.
“Are you ready?” he whispers.
“More than,” I sigh back.
He pushes our hands back, dropping me into a deep dip, his other arm holding me tightly at the waist. My head falling back revealing my neck, my hands grasping his biceps tightly. Taking his free hand, Nathan gently traces down my jaw, to my neck stopping just above the cut of my top and following that line across the slightly revealed part of my chest. Goosebumps arise on my flesh where his fingers leave trailing fire.
“You’re breathtaking,” he says to me and pulls me back up to look him in the eye.
Those ice-blue eyes I could get lost in for years. Taking my hand to his cheek, touching his perfectly salt and peppered beard. The softness surprises me and all I can think of is how that will feel on my bare skin. He leans into my hand, closing his eyes and deeply breathing in. Nathan places his hand over mine, and moves it to his lips. Placing a kiss on the palm of my hand. His eyes open revealing love and deep passion, and the slightest hint of the devil.
Our tender moment over, he takes my finger and pulls it between his lips, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over the pad of my finger. A small tease to let me know what else he plans on flicking with his tongue. With our bodies pressed so tightly together, I can start to feel his excitement grow. I push my hips into him, trying to release the pressure that has settled between my own legs. A low growl sounds from Nathan and I know he wants me as much as I want him.
Letting go of my hand he takes his turn in cupping my cheek, running the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. He tilts my head towards him, lightly kisses the top of my nose. And finally, after the entire night of waiting, he kisses me. Tender at first. The slightest touch of our lips. I gasp. I hadn’t anticipated how deeply his kiss would affect me. At my sound, he intensifies our kiss. Pressing his soft lips firmly against mine. I break first and part my lips trying to taste more of him. Nathan lets me take control. I slowly pass my tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the whiskey of our long-forgotten drinks.
Desperately wanting to close the connection between us I force my tongue between his lips. Finally connecting with him. I graze my tongue on his. Drowning in his kiss. His taste. His heat. A moan escapes him and I press closer into Nathan’s body. He brings his hand into my hair and grasps the base of my head holding me into him and our tongues dance together. We’ve waited so long for this moment. Both of us wanted so much more but not want to rush our time together. We remain like this for long moments. Our bodies pressed together. Or tongues dancing and getting to know one another in a way we both have craved.
Nathan starts to slowly walk me backwards, never breaking our kiss. Thinking we are making our way to the bedroom, I allow this easily, till my backside is pressed against a wall. He breaks our kiss abruptly, grasps both my wrists, and pins me with my hands above my head against the wall. Nathan gives me a devilish grin and presses his erection between the apex of my legs. The contact and firmness make my breath catch. I thrust my hips forward trying to get any form of release, causing the fabric of my skirt to rub on my bare flesh underneath. Shivers run down my body.
“Not yet,” Nathan breathes, shifting both my hands to one of his, keeping me pinned.
He frees his right hand, cups my cheek, kisses me gently then steps back a half step. He takes his hand to my knee and starts to track up my thigh. Want has pooled desperately between my legs. I need Nathan to complete me. His fingers lightly moving up my leg, pushing my short skirt farther up my body. Almost to my core, he feels my wetness dripping down my leg.
“That's my girl,” he whispers as he spreads my juices across my skin.
Trying for contact I push my hips forward, needing this man I’m in love with to touch me.
“Patience, sweet love, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he tells me.
Deflated I release a breath and let this man do what he sees fit. I know in my heart he knows what I want and need. Nathan brings his fingers almost up to his lips to taste my want. But stops and moans showing a restraint unlike any other.
“You are so sweet, Frankie. I've longed for your taste. However I’m going to wait to take it right from the source,” he tells me and kisses me.
Releasing my arms he pushes my head to the side and begins kissing my neck. Goosebumps tease up my skin to his lips. His breath hot and wanting. Breaking contact Nathan leans back and pulls my silk top over my head. Leaving me standing in my black lace demi bra.
Nathan then grabs the knot of his silver tie and begins to loosen it. He grasps my wrists in one of his hands, and takes his tie off. Taking the tie he wraps my wrists with it, binding me. Wickedly he grins. Leaving me exposed and helpless.
“Follow me, love,” Nathan chuckles.
He grabs the tie and leads me to the back of the apartment. We enter his master suite. The same richness from the front of the house flows in here. Dark woods, warm lights, rich fabrics. But only sheets on the bed. Nathan sits me down on the bed and turns to the dresser to light candles. The room is warm but not too hot. The candles Nathan lights cast a golden glow into the room and a soft scent of vanilla.
Turning back to me Nathan unbuttons the top two buttons on his shirt and releases the cuffs but he doesn’t take it off. He comes back to the bed and stands between my legs forcing my knees apart so he has a place to stand. Tilting my head up, I gaze at him. Needing him. Not sure how much longer I can wait for this man to touch me before I start to beg.
“I need you, Frankie. It’s no longer a want but a need. You are the air I breathe, and the life I live is for you. You are my everything.”
As tears begin to well in my eyes from his tender words he leans down and kisses me. Feeling all his passion and love is this desperate kiss, he’s needing me to understand how much he feels. And I feel it all. The breath has left my lungs and I begin to feel dizzy from his kiss. I’m buzzing from only Nathan.
He breaks our kiss and I whimper from lost contact. Nathan stands and lightly pushes me back on the bed. I scout my butt back as well as I can with my hands being tied, and he lays me down. Crawling on the bed next to me, Nathan starts to tease my skin, gently running his fingers up and down all my exposed flesh, which currently is more than half my body. Closing my eyes I revel in his touch. Nothing else matters but his hands on my body.
I feel Nathan’s weight shift on the mattress and then a different sensation on my skin. Looking down I see he has my panties and is dragging the lace across my chest, from breast to breast. Down my stomach and back up again. My body trembles as he continues to tease me. Oh, how I enjoy this. How I need him to tease me and turn me on.