I stared at the hotel phone. It wasn't too late to change my mind. I'd spent the entire trip talking myself out of it, then talking myself back into going through with it.
I couldn't back out now. I'd been wanting this for too long. Wanting him for too long. I had to know. I had to look into his eyes and touch him.
Taking a few deep breaths, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me," I said, doing my best to keep my voice from shaking. Oh, this was so not a good idea.
"You're here?"
"Surprise."
He didn't hang up immediately, that gave me a bit of courage.
"I'd like to make you an offer."
There was a moment of silence, followed by a light laugh. "Ok, you've got my attention."
I squeezed the phone so tight, my fingers hurt. "I have to ask you a question first. Did you mean what you've been saying. About wanting me. To have sex with me. Or was it all a game?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Just answer the question."
"Of course I want you."
I sucked in a breath of relief. "Then here's the offer. I'll be here until tomorrow morning. Would you like a personal sex kitten for the night?"
He was going to say no, I was sure of it.
The silence stretched between us. I closed my eyes and held my breath. He was going to say no. He'd said we'd never meet.
"Are you serious?"
His voice sounded more incredulous than angry.
"Yes, totally serious."
"Alright."
My heart thudded in my chest. "So you'll come?"
"Oh, yes, I intend to." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Where can I find my... what was it you said? Oh, yeah. Where can I find my personal sex kitten?"
Relief tasted sweet. It was immediately followed by sexual anticipation and an ache between my legs.
I gave him the name of my hotel and suite number.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said.
"I'll be waiting."
"Can you be waiting naked?"
"If you like."
"I would."
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Damn, I was so nervous. But why? I knew him, didn't I?
I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror for a long moment. Naked. He had very specifically said naked. I fingered the hem of my shirt and knew there was no way I could meet him not wearing anything. It would be easier to learn to fly.
I hefted my suitcase onto the bed and looked inside. Ok, what would be a good compromise?
I spotted my spaghetti-strapped mini dress. He'd loved the pics of me in it. It was sexy, feminine, and I would skip wearing panties underneath, so that was something.
I quickly ripped off my shirt and stepped out of my jeans. I removed my bra and panties and tossed them into the case with the rest of my clothes. I shimmied into the dress, then closed the suitcase. After giving myself a quick once-over, I sat down to wait for him.
The knock at the door startled me. Until that moment, I hadn't had much time to panic. But now, as I walked the short distance to the door, terror gripped me. What on earth was I doing here? This was absolutely crazy. Sex with a man that, no matter how well I felt I knew him, I'd never "met." This was so unlike me.
I opened the door and was stunned by his gorgeous smile. He looked sexy, and happy, with a look of desire that nearly made me faint.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Then I stepped back to let him in, mostly because standing there looking at him would require more conversation and I wasn't sure I was capable of speaking at the moment.
The reality of what I'd offered him crashed in on me. Am I insane? I am insane. This is going to be awkward. He's too young to really be interested in me.
Fantasies are one thing, but reality?
"Having second thoughts?" he asked.
"And a pressing need to run."
"Want to talk about it?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, then looked at him. "I'm nervous. I've never really played around that much, and never with anyone younger than myself."
He moved closer. "Is that all?"
"Isn't it enough?"
He cupped my face in his hands. "I've never played around much either, but when I have it's mostly been with women older than myself. And you're so very beautiful."
He leaned in and brushed his mouth against mine. Was he telling the truth? I sure hoped so. It made me feel better, except... "Don't expect too much. I love you, but I'm still nervous. This isn't going to be miraculous or anything."
"Of course it is."
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I held on to him as he tilted his head and kissed me. His mouth was warm and sure, firm without being demanding. I parted for him immediately and welcomed his tongue.
The tingles began the second his tongue touched mine. They raced through my body, making my toes curl and my thighs tremble. I felt both weak and incredibly powerful. Even more exciting, I found myself wanting this more than I'd thought possible.
We pressed together from shoulder to thigh. We were close enough that I felt the exact second he got hard. His erection pressed into me, making me want to squirm closer. I circled his tongue with mine, then closed my lips around him and sucked. His arousal flexed against me.
It was as if someone had flipped a switch. Maybe it was knowing that he wanted me. Maybe it was the emotional roller coaster we'd been on for too long. Maybe it was chemistry. But whatever the cause, I found myself aching with need. My body burned in anticipation. Passion swept through me, stealing my breath and making me bold.
When he pulled back slightly and began to kiss my cheeks, then my jaw, I opened his shirt. As he kissed his way down my neck, making me break out in goose bumps, I slipped my hands under his shirt to his warm sides and felt his flesh.
He licked the curve of my neck and made me shudder. I explored his chest and ran my fingertips across his nipples and felt him stiffen.
The air was charged with sexual need. We reached for each other, bumping arms and hands. We kissed, tongues plunging. He ran his hands up and down my back, then to my ass, where he rubbed and squeezed. I grabbed his shirt in both my hands.
"Take this off," I said.
He obliged with a quick tug, leaving him bare to the waist.
Much better. I put my hand on his arm and felt the warmth. I moved my fingers across his shoulders, down his chest. He was a marvel. Real, alive, and finally with me. I looked at him and saw my own need reflected in his eyes. Sexual need... his need for me. It was quite possibly his best quality.
He reached for the strap of my dress and tugged it over my shoulder, then bent down and kissed where it had been. He nibbled my bare skin, which made my whole body tighten. When he found the side zipper without even fumbling, then undid it, I knew I was in over my head.
Too late to turn back, I told myself. And why would I want to? Sex with him was all I'd been fantasizing about for the last year. The combination of both our pent up longings was bound to make for great sex.
He pulled my dress over my head, leaving me totally exposed. Before I had time to get shy, he took my breasts in his hands and kissed me.
Even as we strained toward each other, even as his fingers explored my curves and teased my nipples, he was moving me backward. I felt the chair and, at his urging, sank down.
He dropped to his knees and leaned in, taking my right nipple into his mouth. He used his fingers on my left breast, touching, rubbing, circling. His tongue stoked, sucked, then licked, all the while sending sensations of hot desire coursing through my body.
I couldn't think and that was a miracle. I stopped obsessing and just enjoyed. I closed my eyes and got lost in the pleasure he gave me.
He straightened enough to kiss my mouth. As I touched his face, his shoulders, his arms, he ran his fingers up and down my thighs, then pulled back slightly.
"Are you alright?"
Alright? I was wet, swollen, trembling and more than ready for the fireworks. What could possibly be not alright?
"I'm great. Totally great. Fantastic, even."
He smiled, then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Good. So... doing this would be ok?"
He bent down and kissed the inside of my knee.
"That would be great."
"And this?" He moved a little higher.
"Also great."
He moved higher still, getting closer to my fire, but not touching it. "Better?"
I closed my eyes and rested my head on the pillows. "Uh huh."
He parted me with his fingers, then gave me an open mouthed kiss on my most sensitive spot.
"Perfect," I barely breathed.
He used his lips and tongue, exploring me, then returning to that one special place. He licked and sucked, every movement making me tense and push. I squirmed in my seat, wanting more. Wanting my orgasm. I might have started this with a bit of uncertainty, but suddenly the only thing that mattered was the way my body burned and the need building inside of me.
He moved a little faster. I found it more difficult to breathe as every cell in my body focused on that nerve center and what he was doing to it. Over and over he licked my clit. Back and forth, circling, then pressing a little harder. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted to--
My orgasm caught me by surprise. One second I was rocking my hips in a desperate attempt to speed up the process, the next I was shattering in perfect pleasure as the waves of orgasm swept though me. I gave myself over to the sensations, crying out his name as my body contracted again and again.
He continued to touch me, but with less and less pressure. He drew every ounce of my release from me until I was limp and practically boneless.
I could have stayed there for hours, my eyes closed, reliving the most amazing orgasm of my life, but muttered cursing caught my attention. I opened my eyes and say him kicking off his shoes while he tried to pull off his pants. His movements were frantic, almost desperate. He saw me looking at him.
"Damn" he muttered. "Coming like that? How am I supposed to hold it together when you moan? I practically lost it in my pants."
It was one of those perfect moments in life I will remember forever. There was nothing he could have given me that would have been more precious. He wanted me. Truly. Desperately. I saw it in his face and his jerky movements.
He managed to push off the rest of his clothes, then stood there naked, fumbling with the condom box. He continued to mutter, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy staring at his massive erection and wondering if he was going to go from making me moan to making me scream.
"I can't wait much longer," he said.
"That's ok."
"This isn't going to be my best work."
"I don't judge on style. Enthusiasm counts for a whole lot more."
"I've got a hell of a lot of that."
I reached for him, guiding him inside.
He filled me completely. I had to stretch to take all of him and I was more than willing for that to happen.
He pushed in again, then groaned. "I have to do this. I'll go slow next time."
I smiled. I knew. "Go for it."
He grabbed my hips and pumped into me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride, the steady rhythm of how he moved in and out of me. My body began to tighten in anticipation. I parted my legs more, drawing him in.
Closer, I thought in surprise. I was getting closer. His fingers tightened, warning me he was getting closer, too. I could hear his rapid breathing, feel the tension in his body. All of that aroused me, pushing me toward the edge.
He moved one hand between us and rubbed my clit. It was enough to send me soaring.
I gave myself up to my second orgasm, reveling in the sensation of him filling me as I contracted around him. Then he groaned again and was still.
We managed to both settle into the chair, me on his lap, my head on his shoulder. I felt good. better than good. I felt like I could fly.
"I've never had a sex kitten before," he said. "I give it a big thumbs-up."
"Me, too."
He leaned over and kissed me.
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He'd gone for food and returned with Chinese take out. We talked as we ate, but seemed to do more gazing into each other's eyes than actually conversing. The room smelled of our sex and I already wanted him inside me again.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
I flashed him my most seductive smile. "Perhaps."
He stood and pulled me to my feet. Our half eaten dinner on the table, but I didn't care. Not only did Chinese warm up great, I suddenly wasn't hungry... at least not for food.
He pulled me close, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.